Prologue
“I’m so done with men; they are absolutely no good.” They all think with their dick never with their brain. Aisha stated sitting across from Zico on his sofa who sat quietly listening to everything she had to say. “Every single time when I think I have perhaps found the one they end up not being the one Aisha groaned.” This jerk seriously even had the nerves to ask for sex in return as payment for taking me out to eat, and don’t even get me started on the fact that he made it seem like I was some rare specimen when he told me “Never in his life had he ever thought he would meet an attractive black woman.” Aisha furthermore went on to say running her hands ruthlessly through her short curly tresses she recently dyed ombre and had center parted. Zico who had been silently observing and listening broke his silence on the matter at hand. “I see you only come to me when things aren’t going well for you.” Have you ever once thought about how I feel? Zico questioned looking directly at Aisha waiting for an answer. “What do you mean?” Aisha asked looking at him confused. “How could you not see my feelings towards you Aisha” Zico asked exasperatedly.
“Zico how was I supposed to know.” I thought you were just joking around and not being serious whenever you would tell me that you wanted to be more than just friends. Aisha answered scooting closer to Zico seeing as she had truly offended him by overlooking his sincere feelings towards her.
