A test of Love - Navaura Campbell (best management books of all time .txt) 📗

"What the hell do you want?"
"Come on, is that anyway to treat an old lover?"
She heard a stressed filled growl. "It is when she's stalking you, now what do you want?"
"I just wanted to see how you're trip was down there."
"Why? It's not any of your business."
"Oh, come on." She pouted, "I just wanted to make sure you got to Hampton ok."
"Everything's fine, now don't call this number again!" With that, he hung up.
Carene laughed softly, "Yes, my love, everything's absolutely fine." Getting out of the car, she went up to the door of the house. She lifted a flower pot, sure the key would be under there. There wasn't anything. She let out a swear. She new there was a spare key, but the question was, where?

About twenty minutes later, she found it taped underneath the drainage pipe on the side of the house. Pulling the tape loose, she grabbed the key and went to the front door. Opening it, she let herself into the house. Going through the house, she walked through the hallway and came into a beautiful oak floored living room. She gasped at such quaint beauty. The living room was small, with an entertainment system in front of the front window that allowed you view of the street from its vantage point. A coffee table sat ontop a black throw rug. A floral printed couch along with a matching love seat was placed adjacent to one another. The couch being in the middle of the room and the love seat in the right hand corner of the room.

Carene went upstairs and stopped outside a room located nearest the stair case. It was the master bedroom. The room was vacant. Next to that room was another room. This one was vacant as well. Going to the door across from there and opening it, she stared in awe at the room. For some reason, she knew this was his room. It looked like him. The blue walls with a blue bed spread made over the bed. There was a desk on the west wall with pictures hanging above it. Carrine took a look at the pictures. There was one of Jordan with a girl. His arm was around the girl and both were smiling. There were also pictures of an older woman, whom Carrine thought to be his mother. She and he had the same face shape and hair. Carrine's eyes went over the hatch, and then inside to the partica board.

The party had been in full swing since the moment Jordan and Denise had arrived. Jordan had dragged Denise into the crowded livingroom and started dancing as soon as they got there. Denise laughed at his poor effort to dance. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've gotten worse than when we were in highschool."
Jordan laughed, "You're one to talk, at-least I'm moving."
Denise giggled, "Yeah, sure if you say so."
"I do say so." Jordan stated, a tender shine in his eyes. Denise laughed and began moving her body to the sway of the music.

After the third song, Jordan offered to go get drinks for both of them. Denise stood there, wiping the sweat from her face, trying to catch her breath. She'd been standing there for a good two minutes, when a guy approached her wearing a gray hoodie with a white stripes going down the shoulders to the wrist band. He smiled nice pearly whites at her. " Hey, sexy mama."

Denise glanced over his suit with interest. Black sweat pants, a white wife beater and the sweat jacket he wore. His light brown skin and dark black curly hair was the most striking features about him. "Hi, and I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that." She stated, staring the guy in the face.
"Why not?" He inquired, his brown eyes teasing.
"Because my boyfriend wouldn't like that." Denise stated.
"I should've known you had a man, why'd he leave a pretty young thang like you out by yourself?"
Denise wrinkled her brow curious. "Just how old are you?"
He smiled, stroking his bear chin, "Why would I tell you that?"
"I'm just curious, because you talk like you're set in the eighties or something." She stated.
The guy laughed, "Ahh, maybe it helps that I like Michael Jackson, The Pointer Sisters, Tina Turner, I was crazy about New Edition in elementary school."
Denise laughed along with him. "Oh, that explains it."
The guy licked his lips, his gaze traveling along her body. "Nice package."
Another laugh came to the forefront. She ran her hands along her body, "Thank you."
"So, where you from?"
"Didn't I just tell you I got a man?" Denise inquired, glancing down at her watch. Where was Jordan at the moment? He should've been back by now.
"The guy shrugged, "Well, it doesn't hurt a brother to try and get some info, does it?"
Denise shrugged, "It does when he's trying to get into my pants."
The guy lifted a brow. "Now what makes you say that, sistah?"
Denise crossed her arms over her chest glaring at him, "Because I understand men these days and I know what they all want."
The guy laughed, "I hope that analysis includes your man, too."
Denise narrowed her eyes, "My man is not like you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, he never even approached me the way you're approaching me."
"What's wrong with the way I'm approaching you? I haven't asked you for a number, I haven't said one offensive word to you..."
"Wait a minute now," Denise cut him off, "You called me Sexy mama and you said I had a nice package."
The guy raised his brow. "What's wrong with me calling it like I see it? You got hips, ass and thighs, not to mention nice tits. Why can't I appreciate the value of a good looking black woman?"
Denise rolled her eyes, "Why am I even sitting here listening to this bull shit that's coming out of your mouth?" Running her tongue over her lips, she said, "I gotta go. My man's somewhere and needs to be found."
The guy rolled his eyes, "Aren't you going to ask me my name?"
Denise turned hard eyes upon him, "Why would I even waste my breath?"
The guy cleared his throat, "Anton, if you're ever interested baby."
Denise snorted and then turned the opposite way to where Jordan had walked off.

Jordan shook the young man's hand who'd just introduced himself. It was very few men who could look Jordan in the eye standing directly in front of him. "Nice to meet you, Kwan. I'm Jordan."
"You too, Jordan. So, where you from?"
"I'm..."
"Excuse me."
Kwan turned his eyes on the pretty darkskinned sister that walked up to him. The light in his eyes spoke that she'd been the girl he was about to bring the drink too, but ended up in a conversation with Kwan.
"Sorry, De-De. I got caught up in the moment." Jordan handed her the cup of punch he'd gotten her. Denise exhaled, "Can we leave baby?"
"We've only been here an hour Denise." Jordan pointed out.
"I know, I just want too..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced over at the guy he was talking too. "How'd you get over here so fast, and why are you wearing a different outfit?"
Kwan furrowed his brows, "What?"
"Jordan, this is the bone head that was just talking to me in the other room."
Jordan shook his head, "No, he and I have been talking for atleast ten minutes De-De."
Denise shook her head, "No, he's the guy that tried to hit on me." The guy laughed. Denise scowled at him. How could he be so smug? The bastard.
"Ah, you are talking about Anton? My brother."
"You're Anton." Turning to Jordan she whined, "Baby, it's him. I promise."
"Yo, Kwan, you ready to go man?" Just then a guy came up to the small group and without seeing Jordan or Denise first, he said, "Check it, Kwan, I saw this chick right. Her body was banging, and she was a little cutie, so I asked her where she was from cause she had this sexy ass accent, but she told me she had a man. So I asked her what was the harm in knowing and she told me that she knew what I wanted. So, I said to her what makes you say that, and I was spitting mad game at her. That corny shit you be using and she said, I know what men want. I thought to myself, I'm sure you do. She was sexy as hell, made me want to bend her over right there and just drill her..."
"Anton, you do know there are people behind you right?"
The guy who riveled his brother's height shrugged his shoulders, "So, what. This my party, I'm the one throwing it, fuck who's ever behind me."
Denise voice grew thick with anger and she threw the cup of punch at the back of his head. The guy turned around, "Aye, now who ever the f..." He trailed off as his face connected with hers. Denise glared at him. He smiled, "You needed to get my attention that bad huh?"
Jordan who stood there not knowing whether to be angry or burst out laughing just watched this scene unfold.
"You're a jerk, you know that?" She growled out.
"You sound sexy when you do that." He gave a dimpled smile. If looks were deceiving, you'd think she'd just said the nicest thing to him.
Denise narrowed her eyes, "Do I? How about when I say you're an egotistical bastard that have to use your brother lines just to get a lay, how about that?"
The guy came closer to her. "I don't know what you bitching about, you should be happy that somebody holla'd at yo' fat ass."
Denise's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe the many personalities this guy had. "Fat ass? You just mad cause you ain't getting none with yo' scrawny thimble weed ass."
Jordan's gaze went to Denise's not sure he'd just heard that.
"You must be from the projects talkin' like that."
Denise felt her temperature rise so high, she wanted to punch that smirk off his face.
"Boy please, I didn't grow up in the projects. Where I come from if you wanna act ghetto I can get ghetto. It's your kind I'm not afraid of, cause it's all for show."
Just then, a tint in his cheeks became noticeable. "Please, b..."
Jordan, who'd been surprised, immediately stepped in, "Look man, don't call my girl no bitch. That's one thing I won't allow."
Anton's eyes flashed up at Jordan's. "What the hell you gon do wonder bread?" The guy immediately balled his fist up.
"You call her a bitch and I'm gonna lay you out."

The guy mimicked Jordan. Glancing down at Denise, he laughed, "Oh, shit, you got a country white boy!" With that he laughed. Denise, who'd had enough, reached up and smacked him so hard his face whipped to the left. This caused those in the kitchen to stop what they were doing and spectate.

He quickly retaliated, swinging his body back around to hit her. In mid air, his brother's hand caught his wrist, "Look, Anton, you deserved that."
Anton, who'd gotten so angry, his entire face had reddened, and he yelled in a heated tone, "Naw, Kwan, it don't go like that. I didn't hit that bitch, she had enough nerve stepping to me like that."
Kwan held his wrist, "You had enough nerve talking to her like that. She didn't say anything that you didn't bring on, and then you insult her man. That's bullshit and you know it."
Anton turned heated eyes upon Jordan, "What she think