I'm soooo sorry that I coudn't get these chaps up any sooner. I'll try to get the next one up as soon as possible.

"Sometimes, Kain...sometimes you make me think about being striaght."

"Is that right?"

"If all men were like you...could do what you do...were thick like you...I wouldn't want pussy. Hell, I wouldn't need it."

"There are other men out there, you know. I'm just one of the good ones."

"Perhaps. But, Dina didn't give me their numbers."

As my ego swelled, I smiled and rose from the bed, where my client was still lying naked. A full-blown lesbian, Shanika called me every couple of months when she neede a dick-fix.

"I don't think Beatrice would be too happy if she heard you talking like that right now."

Shanika chuckled. "BeeBee would have a heart attack if she knew I was fucking someone with a real dick. Either that or kill me."

Gathering the two thousand she'd placed on the hotel's nightstand, I said, "I won't tell if you won't tell."

Stretching her svelte frame, Shanika said, "Mmm, I wish I could tell. As a matter of fact, I wish I could get her to join us for my fix."

"Now that would be a good ass idea."

Shanika stood up and walked over to me as she said, "I know. Thank you for fixing me up, Kain." She draped her ams around my neck and kissed my lips gently.

I gave her ass a squeeze. It was a shame she only liked pussy. "Until the next call," I said the headed for the door.

Shanika purred. "Who knows? Maybe I'll have BeeBee with me."

My hand on the knob, I turned and looked at her. "Just make sure you have double the amount for double the pleasure."

Shanika smiled. "No breaks, huh?"

"Even for a woman as sexy and sweet as you."

Shanika blew me a kiss."Until the next call."

After leaving Shanika at the hotel, I headed to the bank to make my deposit then decided to hit the gym to run the treadmeill, lift some weights, and go a few rounds with the punching bag. I wasn't hardcore about my workouts, but I liked to stay lean and ripped. The women liked that too.

It was 12 o'clock when I parked my Mercedes, and to my dismay, the gym was packed. I thought about leaving for a second, becuase a packed gym usually meant I would have to wait to use equipment. And my patience was easily to be ticked off. Finally, after a few seconds of heavy deliberations, I groaned, grabbed my bag and opened the door of my Mercedes.

"YOU CHEATING SON OF A BITCH! I HATE YOU! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING MARRIED IN FOUR MONTHS! How could you do this to me?"

I usually don't listen to other people's conversations, but the outburst I'd just heard as my door swung open had my curiosity peaked.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT DIDN'T-MEAN-FOR-IT-TO-HAPPEN BULLSHIT, DONTE'. If you didn't mean for it to happen, there wouldn't have been A SECOND, THIRD, FOURTH, OR FIFTH TIME!"

Curious to see who the sweet-sounding yet enraged voice belonged to, I took a disrect look through my windows and laid my eyes on a stunning caramel sister with a side bang that went across her left eye, light hazel eyes that were slited with contempt, luscious full lips, and a body that was more real than Nicki Minaj's. Donte' was a dumbass to mess around with that.

I couldn't help it. As wrong as it was for me to sit there and eavesdrop on her conversation, I continued to stare and do just that.

"NO, I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YO FUCK ASS IN PERSON, AND I DON'T NEED ANYMORE EXPLANATIONS. I got all the information I needed from that juvenile bitch, remember? I'M BEING UN-FUCKIN-FAIR? You know what, Donte'? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU,FUCK YOU,FUCK YOU. IF I SEE YOU IN THE STREETS I'M SLAPPIN THE SHIIITTT OUT OF YOU!"

And with that, she slammed her cell phone shut and said, "Ass-shit!" Five seconds later, her cell began to sing a Beyonce song. Instead of answering it, she cursed Donte' out loud, threw her cell, leaned against a black Mercedes-Benz SL63, covered her face with one hand, and hugged herself with the other while she cried softly. I watched her, oblivious to the various people walking past her, either going to or leaving the gym.

Donte'

A woman like that.

At that moment,I wanted to kick Donte's ass.

Even before my career chage, it had been a long while since I'd been invovled in a serious relationship, because I enjoyed being a bachelor. The freedom to make moves when I wanted, do what I wanted, do who I wanted without the obligations and headaches; it was all about me.

Relationships meant going to the movies to see drama instead of action. Replacing the black leather sofa for one riddled with flowers and covered with cushions. Relationships meant petty arguments over watching a lifetime show instead of watching sports center; squeezing the toothpaste from the bottom instead of the middle. Relationships meant break-ups, broken hearts, and a lot of name-calling.

Relationships weren't for me.

So why the hell did I step out of my car and walk over to where her phone lay? Why did I pick it up and walk toward her? Why was it that the closer I got, the more I thought that, even though I'd never thought of anyone being The One? Why the hell didn't I turn around instead of opening my mouth and saying, "I think you dropped this?"

And why, after she removed her hand from her face and looked up at me with teary, slightly puffy yet perfectly beautiful eyes, could I only think again that she could definitely be The One?

"Excuse me," she said softly.

"Your phone," I said, offering it to her.

She looked down at it in my palm. "Oh. Thank you." She took it and threw it into the passenger seat of the car.

"No problem. I just happened to notice it flying across the parking lot. I was going to drop it off at the lost and found inside, but when I looked over and saw that you were upset, I figured you must have lost it somehow."

Cracking a slight smile, she said, "Yeah, I lost it allright."

"Don't sweat it," I replied. "Other than the fifteen or twenty people the walked by, no one seemed to notice."

Cracking a bigger smile, she said, "I was a little loud, huh?"

I squinted my eyes and brought my thumb and index finger close together. "Just a little."

This time her smile was accompanied with laughter. With the mood changed, I put out my hand. "Kain Element."

"Evana Gilberta."

Shaking her soft hand, I smiled and said, "So,do you always come to the gym to work your cell phone throwing technique?"

Evana chuckled. "No. That was...was...Ugh, Forget you saw that."

"Kind of hard to forget a beautiful woman shedding tears."

Evana let go of my hand. "Sorry about that," she said, the cornersof her mouth dropping a bit.

"Believe me, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be the asshole that ruined your day." That brought the corners back up a little. Feeling pretty good about the vibes, I continued. "I'm not trying to get in your business, but are you okay?"

Evana nodded. "I'm fine. Thanks. I normally don't act that way. It's just not a good time for me right now."

"I understand. Well hopefully your man can get his act together so you two can be back on track again." Of course, after listening to her tirade, I knew there was no chance of that happening.

Evana curled her lips. "There's absolutely no chance of that happening. He cheated on me with his secretery."

Grimacing, I said, "Ouch. Sorry to hear that."

"Oh please, that's not even the worst part," Evana said. "We were supposed to be getting married in four months."

With an even bigger grimace, I said again, "Damn, I feel like I need something to throw. May I borrow your phone please."

Evana busted out with laughter.

"I'm really sorry about that." I said. Damn, Donte', I thought admiring Evana's beauty. "At least tell me that his secretary was Nicki Minaj fine. Because-now, this is going to sound like a line-but to cheat on you, she would have to be."

Evana smiled and sighed. "She's young, skinny, cute, but no Nicki."

"And since she's his secretary, I take it that means she's not rolling in a Mercedes-Benz either."

Evana cocked her head back a bit." Try a Toyota Caldina

Another Grimace. "Double ouch. He cheated on you for a broke young woman. Got damn I feel bad for him now."

Evana giggled. "You know, when you say it like that, I think I do too."

We both enjoyed a laugh over that then became quiet as we looked at one another. I didn't know what she was thinking at that moment, but I know I was tripping off of the obvious sparks between us. Like I said, Relationships weren't for me, but right then, right there, I wanted to look at Evana and say, "I'll see you when I get home, baby."

Maybe she was reading my thoughts, because at that exact moment, she gave me a smile then opened her mouth to speak.

"Girl, where hell have you been?"

I followed Evana's eyes as she looked toward the gym's entrance. A Puerto Rican female with wide hips, lugging two small gym bags, was sauntering in our direction.

"Sorry, Trina," Evana said flashing an apologetic smile.

Dropping one of the bags at Evana's feet, her friend gave me a once-over then smirked at Evana. "So, now I see why you couldn't find your gloves. Are you going to introduce us?"

"Sorry, damn," Evana said. "Patrina Lopez, this is Kain Element."

Patrina looked at me. liked her lips and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, sexy. I mean Kain," she said, holding out her hand.

I took it. "The pleasure's mine," I said easily.

Patrina raised her eyebrows. "It could be," she said before glancing back to Evana. "So, Eve, about those you know when you're not around I don't push myself in there."

"I know. I'm sorry. I was distracted."

With another look in my direction Patrina said, " I'd say so."

Evana rolled her eyes. "I spoke to Donte'."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I don't know why, but I called him to lay into his ass."

"Nothing wrong with that."

Evan groaned. "It was a waste of my time, I should have never called."

Before the friend's could continue their conversation, I cleared my throat. "Ladies before you go any further, I think I'll head inside."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Evan said. "Didn't mean to keep going on about him."

"No apologies," I said, "I'm just glad you're okay."

"Well, thank you for returning my cell."

"Whenever they decide to allow the cell phonbe throwing competition into the Olympics, just give me a call. I'll gladly be your coach."

Evana gave me a beautiful smile and a look that prompted my next move.

"As a matter of fact," I said, removing my wallet from my pocket. "Use this when you're ready?"

I removed a card and handed it to her.

Evana looked at it. "So you're a financial consultant."

I nodded, "Yeah. I help people with their money."

"And this is your office number?"

"My cell, and it's always on."

Evan cleared her throat. "That's good to know."

I shrugged. "Hey, you never know when the Olympic committee will make that decision."

"True," Evana said, her voice softening a bit. "Guess we'd want to get started right away."

"Exactly," I said with a nod.

Evana smiled

I smiled.

Electricity.

Hot.

Whether I wanted it or not, there was a definite connection there.

Her friend, Patrina, cleared her throat, breaking us from our seconds of silence. I looked at her and smiled. "Patrina," I said taking her hand again. "I hope to see you again."

Patrina smiled and let out an, "Umph. Don't worry you will."

"I hope so," I said, casting a glance at Evana. "So Eve,it was a pleasure talking to you. If I ever meet Donte', I'll have to thank him for being a fool."

Eve nodded. There was no doubt that she was thinking the same thing. "Thanks again for being a gentleman."

"My mother alway told me to never leave a woman alone in distress. My pops always added to that and said, 'Especially a beautiful one."

Eve blushed. Trina let out another "Umph."

I nodded to both of them. "Until next time." With that said, I gave Eve one last smile before leaving the two women alone. As I headed inside eager to lift some iron, I heard Trina behind me say, "Giiiirrrrrlllll, you better call that number."

Well that's how Eve and Kain met. Lets see if Eve will call that number.

NOTE: Eve and Kain are coyotes and Patrina's a squirrel