Is Mr White Mr Right?

By: J A Fielding

Chapter 1


Natasha Black checked her phone again. She could not believe that Jay was late, again. He was always late. Even when she gave him an hour’s head start, he would still be late. She took a deep breath as she dialed his number. “Where the fuck are you Jay?” she asked

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll be there in ten.” He said. Natasha sighed again as a waiter approached her table. “Why am I even here?” she wondered. She knew she had made a mistake as soon as she accepted a dinner invitation from her ex Jay.

“Ready to order now?” he asked with a smile. Natasha looked at him with a smile.

“Oh yeah,” she answered. “Get me a nice glass of red wine, your choice,” she said as she looked at the menu. “Oh wow, the chef’s special is the chicken and chorizo jambalaya?” she asked in excitement.

“Yes, ma’am,” the waiter said.

“Alright, change up,’ she said as she handed him back the menu. “A nice cold glass of chardonnay and some of that jambalaya,” she added with a smile. The waiter bowed respectfully and walked off. “Maybe it’s time I officially ended things with Jay,” she thought.

The two had been together for a little over two years before she finally called it quits. The last year of the relationship had been characterized by fights and trust issues. That was just too much for Natasha to handle but she still had a weakness for him and he knew it.

“Maybe that was why he knew that I would agree to meet him today,” she thought angrily. “Dumb ass.” A few months back, she had decided to jump back on the dating horse but it was not as easy as she thought it would be. Everyone she tried dating was simply put, a train wreck. They were either too high or out to get laid. These were not people she wanted to be in a relationship with.

Today would have been the third month since she spoke to Jay and she was unsure what they would talk about. I mean it had been three months. From the corner of her eye she noticed Jay coming in as the waiter walked towards her with a bottle of Chardonnay.

“Hey baby,” he said smoothly. Natasha looked at him as the waiter poured her a glass.

“Don’t hey baby me, fool,” she said angrily in a hushed whisper. “I have been here for almost half an hour ….what were you doing anyway?” she asked as he took a seat. By this time, the waiter was already heading back to their table with Natasha’s jambalaya.

“You ordered already?” he asked as she elegantly draped the napkin on her thighs.

“I was here for thirty minutes Jay,” she said leaning forward so he could hear the urgency in her voice without her shouting. “Thirty,” she said again hoping he got the point.

“Anything for you sir?” the waiter asked as he handed him the menu. Jay skimmed through the contents and sighed.

“Typical,” Natasha thought. “You couldn’t decide what color of underwear you wanted if your life depended on it.”

“I’ll have what she’s having,” he said finally. “And maybe some red…no..white…what is she having?” he asked.

“Chardonnay, sir,” the waiter answered. Natasha looked at him as she took a bite of her jambalaya.

“Yes that will do,” Jay, said giving back the menu. “Or….” “…for the love of God Jay have the damn Chardonnay,” Natasha cut him short as the waiter walked off. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her as he walked away.

“”So, how you been ma,” he asked in a soft sexy voice. Natasha rolled her eyes. She was not going to fall into this trap. Not again. Jay almost always managed to get back in her good graces by his words.

“Don’t do that,” she said as she sipped her wine. “You know you are not in my good books right now,” she snapped.

“I know and I am sorry,” he said with a smile. He looked at her hoping that she would smile back but she wouldn’t barge. “Come on, Tasha. Give us a smile,” he pleaded.

“What for?” she asked taking another bite, acting as if what she had just said didn’t matter at all. “We both know it won’t go very far in changing you,” she added. Jay took a deep breath.

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