Love On Repeat
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Yael Carey and Royal Walker were content with their lives. After years of late nights and periods of self-doubt, their careers were finally on track and they were doing what they loved.
They had the perfect lives, right?
They thought having successful careers was everything until they met each other.
Their love for music brought them together. The love they shared became the soundtrack to their lives.
Will the love they shared be enough to keep them together when life threw unexpected curveballs in the forms of probing mothers and unrelenting exes?
Excerpt
I was taking a gamble.
As we walked through the club, I prayed tonight’s headliner wasn’t bad. I’d put my foot in my mouth by suggesting a concert for our first date, before seeing who would be in coming to town. Music was the thing that brought us together, so a concert was the perfect idea. Luckily, I kept in touch with my promoter friends from the area.
My boy, Rick, told me about an indie singer, Sage. She was on a ten-city tour that stopped at all the hole in the wall clubs, the type of spots that I loved back in the day. I wasn’t above going to smaller venues now, but man, it had been a minute since I been to a club this small. There were only five tables in front of the stage, and the rest of the club was standing room. Fortunately, I reserved the last table. And after seeing the heels Yael had on, I knew I made the right decision.
We weaved through the crowd toward our table. Firmly, I held on to Yael’s hand as we followed the the hostess. The hostess escorted us to our table, told us the drink specials, and left us with the drink menu. We had the perfect spot, front row and center. There was a guy walking around selling roses. I peeped Yael looking his way, so I waved him down and bought her a dozen roses. Her face lit up, and lips curved into a sexy smile.
“Thank you,” she said as she buried her nose in the flowers.
So far, the date was going well. We finally got the chance to talk about something other than the music I listened to or the records I wanted to buy.
We talked about our upbringing and connected through growing up with single mothers. Yael’s father was still present in her life, but there was a time where they weren’t close. She said it took a while for her parents to co-parent with no issues. Now, they were good friends and took turns ganging up on her.
A waitress stopped by our table and gave us two glasses of water. After taking a sip, Yael looked at me.
“Water,” she said with her eyebrow raised.
With a smirk, I accepted her challenge. “Mick Jenkins,” I replied before singing the hook to “The Waters.”
She fell back in her seat and laughed. During dinner, we started a word and music association game. It all started when I ordered the fried whiting platter at Oohh’s and Aahh’s. She began singing “Cornbread, Fish & Collard Greens” by Anthony Hamilton. Since then, we’d been throwing out random words for each other.
“Good one.” A warm smile rested on her lips.
I’d do anything to keep her smiling.
“Name,” I said after a moment.
Her eyebrows met as she thought of a song. A beat passed before started singing Alicia Key’s “You Don’t Know My Name.”
“I could do this all night.”
“Then, let’s do it.”
Yael rolled her eyes, playfully. “Have you heard Sage’s music?” she asked, looking around the club.
Shaking my head, I chastised myself for not doing my research beforehand.
“Nah, I haven’t.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat. I think you’ll like her. I consider her music to be alternative R&B.”
“If you think I’ll like her, then I will. No one knows my taste in music better than you.”
She giggled. “I mean, it’s literally my job.”
“Yeah, but you’re not on the clock right now.”
“When it comes to music, I’m always on the clock. It’s my life.”
The sight of her smile had a flutter like sensation in my stomach.
I had it bad.
“I’ve never been on a date to a concert,” she mused, looking at the walls. Posters of album covers decorated the walls. My eyes narrowed as I did a sweep over her.
Smooth, honey-brown skin, beautiful round sable colored eyes, full pouty lips, and braids that stopped at her ass, damn.
“That means you’re enjoying yourself. Date two next week?”
Yael’s pensive gaze met mine. “The night’s not over yet. You still have time to prove that you’re too good to be true.”
“I can promise you that there is no chance of me doing that.” I leaned forward, pressing my arms on the small table. “You underestimate how much I like you, Yael.”
When her eyebrows shot up, and I smirked. “What is that supposed to mean?”
The lights lowered, and the crowd erupted in cheers. We stood to our feet and joined in welcoming Sage.
I moved closer to Yael and grabbed her by the waist. “I’m going to show you what it means.”
