Free Agent by Lolah Lace Read Free Book Online

hear you.”
    “Deja, I’m trying to rock with you exclusively?”
    “Why?”
    “I like you. I want to change my Facebook status to in a relationship.”
    “That’s cute but RJ, I don’t think me and you are going to work.”
    “Tell me why?”
    “I have to be a guy’s only girlfriend. I don’t have time for players, liars, and hoes.”
    “Okay hold up. I’m not a player. I never lie to girls. I’m not a hoe.” Damn, I just lied. I kind of am a hoe. At least that’s what my moms says. Moms calls me a man-whore. “It doesn’t matter what happened in my past. I want to see you. I want to be with you. I may have been a free agent but now I wanna get signed to your team.”
    She poked her lips out at me. “One date and you want to be my boyfriend?”
    “One date? I’ve been talking to you for two months on the phone every day. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not a boy. I’m a man.” I leaned in close just to let her know who was in charge.
    “That you are.” Deja inched back in her chair. I think I got her little girl panties wet. “How are you going to be faithful to a virgin when I know you get down?”
    Cute. “I’m going to masturbate three times a day and watch porn.”
    Deja broke out into laughter. “RJ”
    “I’m being honest.”
    “So Mr. Honest. When was the last time you had sex?”
    To tell the truth or to lie. “Does it matter?”
    “No it doesn’t. I just want to see if you’re going to lie to me since you’re a man and not a boy.”
    “It was two weeks ago.”
    “Thought you didn’t have a girlfriend.”
    “I don’t. It’s was a booty call.” Double booty call. No need to mention the oral situation with Selana a week ago. I tasted Mexican and now I’m trying to taste this soul food.
    “So that’s normal for you, smashing random girls?”
    “It’s not normal. I don’t have a girlfriend and I was in need.” I winked.
    Deja shook her head in disbelief. “In need.”
    “Listen, I remember my virginity--”
    “Do you really? That had to be over a decade ago.” She joked.
    I smirked. “Now who’s trying to be funny?” It was exactly a decade ago. I was twelve but that’s another story. “Getting in your pants is not my primary goal.” What the fuck did I just say?
    “But it’s one of your goals?” She asked.
    “Hell yeah! Any guy says otherwise is a friggin’ liar.”
    “RJ you a trip.”
    “I think we should move slow. Get to know each other better.” Did I just say that? Next thing you know I’ll be carrying a murse.
    “Okay RJ. We can go out again. I like you but if you lie to me about anything, you can lose my number. I don’t have time for BS.”
    “I don’t either but I’m serious. I’m not on bullshit. I have all my time for you.”
    “You have all the right things to say.”
    “Maybe I’m Mr. Right.”
    “Maybe.” She arched an eyebrow and shrugged. I have to have her. This is my mission. Deja or die.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 4
     
    After two straight weeks of hanging out every single day, Deja still refused to commit to me. It was cool. I was just happy being around her. I was doing my thing which consisted of staying away from all the other girls that were blowing up my phone. Selena. Selena. Selena. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
    Deja was going to be my girl. That was a fact but like so many things in my life some bullshit resurfaced to block my flow. I wasn’t going to let that happen. I have to take control of my life. I’m so tired of these girls trying to lock my cock down when I had made it clear I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I didn’t mean Deja. I wanted her to lock me down.
    Now that I’m trying to actually have a real girlfriend these young sluts are pouring salt all over me. They pour salt and I pour cement. It was time to call la mia famgilia . I had to involve my uncle.
    Uncle Mason drove me to Bar Louie. I loved it there. They had the best looking barmaids and waitresses. In my naughty past I had my eyes on this