way.”
“Sounds lonely to me.”
He gave me a dark look. “I didn’t ask for
your opinion and you have no right to judge me.”
“I wasn’t judging you.”
“It seemed like it.”
“I would just feel empty going from person to
person forever. It would be nice for a while but one day I’d want a
single person to share my life with. I’d want kids and stuff…”
“I don’t want kids.” He said it bluntly. “I’m
not meant to be a father.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You haven’t figured it out in the hour
you’ve been talking to me?” he asked incredulously. “I’m an
ex-military tattoo artist that can’t even open his own shop. I’m
not exactly a role model.”
“I don’t see what the problem is with any of
those things. All a parent needs to do is love their child
unconditionally. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living.”
He stared at me with his lips pressed tightly
together.
I looked down at my notes because his stare
was becoming too intense. “Is there anything else I should know?
Like an ex-girlfriend or something?”
“You’re the only one.”
Even though he meant that in a specific
context, I felt my heart skip a beat. “Well, it looks like I have
everything I need…”
“Good. I’ve got to get to Guitar Center.
There’s this beauty…in the window. I must have her.”
I tried not to laugh. “I hope you get
her.”
He stood up and looked down at me. “You know
what I’m going to name her?”
“Hmm?”
“Alessandra.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Alessandra
“Yo, Mom. It’s me.” I held the phone to my
ear.
“Hello, Ash.” The disapproval in her voice
told me she wasn’t a fan of how I greeted her.
“You want to go out to dinner on
Saturday?”
“Me?” Surprise was in her voice.
“Well, I thought about what you said and I
was getting coffee the other day when I saw this smoking hot
brunette in the corner. I decided to ask her out, and after a few
dates, I realized she was pretty damn cool. I want you to meet
her.”
She didn’t scold me for cussing because she
seemed so excited. “That’s lovely, honey. What’s her name?”
Every time I said her name it excited me.
“Alessandra.”
“Wow, that’s beautiful. Of course your father
and I would love to meet her.” She paused for a second. “She
doesn’t have any tattoos or any of that nonsense, right?”
“No.” I rolled my eyes.
“Then we’re so excited. Should we eat in the
city?”
“Sure.” I didn’t give a damn. Let’s just get
this ball rolling so I can get my cash.
“I’ll talk to your father. We’ll see you
then.”
“Okay, Mom. See ya.”
“Bye.”
I hung up then tossed the phone into the air.
It’d been three weeks since I met Alessandra and I was finally
getting this stupid plan underway. Hopefully, in a few months, I’d
have the money to open that shop.
***
I used the number Alessandra gave me. “Yo,
sweetheart. It’s me.”
“Uh…who is this?” It wasn’t Alessandra. It
was some other woman.
“I’m looking for Alessandra. Is this the
wrong number?”
“This is Beautiful Entourage. It’s
Shelly.”
“Oh, hey.” Maybe I called the wrong number?
“Is she there?”
“Yeah, hold on.” I was put on hold until
Alessandra answered the phone.
“Ash?”
“Hey, I meant to call your cell but I called
your office on accident.”
“No, that’s the number I gave you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t you just
give me your cell?”
“I don’t share personal information with
clients.”
“Oh…why?” Was I missing something?
“Just to protect my privacy.”
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re really a spy
with all your secrecy.”
“Maybe I am,” she said playfully. “So, what’s
up?”
“I need you for date night with my parents.
It’s Saturday. Are you free?”
“I am,” she said. “You think three weeks is
long enough?”
“Yeah, Mom totally bought it. We’re
good.”
“Glad to hear that.”
“So, I’ll