Free Unfaithful Ties by Nisha Le'Shea Page A

bedroom, and grab something out of my walk-in closet that’s appropriate enough for church. It’s a lavender knee length dress. After I toss it on the foot of the bed I take a quick shower.
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    Church has already started by the time I trot through the church doors. The church house is already crammed. I squeeze my way down the stuffed pew excusing myself as I cross over one lap after another. That’s when I accidently drop my bible into the lap of this undeniably handsome man, wearing a light tan Armani suit with a cream collared buttoned down shirt, a coral necktie, and a pair of expensive looking shoes.
    It has to be a sin for a man to look this good in church .
    “ Ooops, you’re going to need this aren’t you?” He says with a breath-taking smile.
    Oh God he fits the description of the man I’ve been praying for , I thought. His smile is hypnotizing and judging from his looks he’s definitely my type. He’s well groomed; caramel toned, with a cleanly shaved baldhead, sumptuous lips, and deep dimples. Even though he’s sitting down I can tell that he frequently visits the gym. And his height? If I had to take a guess I would say that he’s about six five. Because even though he’s in a seated position it’s obvious that he’s tall. 
    God please let my words come out , I pray before I whisper, “I’m so sorry for being clumsy. I definitely need this.” Then I retrieve my bible from him and sit down beside him.
    During the sermon I’m scoping him out with my peripheral vision, contemplating whether or not I should approach him.
    Yes, thank you Jesus! He’s not wearing a wedding band , I almost said aloud as I watch him lift his arms and praise the Lord. Should I say something to him when the sermon is over ? I wonder. I probably shouldn’t if he’s interested he’ll approach me .
    This man is fine as all get out. Suddenly I hear Vanessa’s voice echoing in my head saying “Stacy Moreland you should be ashamed of yourself for lusting over a man in the Lord’s house.” So I do my best to maintain the little bit of composure that I have left.
    After the service “Excuse me miss.” I hear a baritone voice say as I’m walking down the church steps. Stopping dead in my tracks I glance over my shoulders. Oh God it’s him
    “You just don’t want this bible do you?” He jokes.
    “It looks that way doesn’t it” I say, and grab my bible. “Thanks”
    “I’m Harold Lattimore” He says extending his hand  “and you are?”
    “Stacy”
    “Sta-c-yyy....?“
    “Moreland” I say.
    “Is that your maiden name or married name?” he asks.
    “That’s my maiden name”
    “Stacy mind if I ask if whether are not you are single?”
    I’m as single as they come “Unfortunately I’m not spoken for” I say while scooting out of the way so that the people behind us could get by. He scoots over too.
    “Well today must be my lucky day ” He says.
                  And mines too, I’m sure I’m blushing bashfully.
    “Stacy I would love to take you out, if that’s okay with you?”
    Heck yeah that’s okay with me. I should be ashamed of myself for thinking like this while I’m standing right outside of the church house. “Sure take down my number”
    He pulled out his cellular. “Okay, what is your number?”
    “It’s three-one-two...wait a minute, you are single right? You’re not married or anything?” I joke.
    “No, I’ve been divorced for about four years”
    He’s been divorced! Was he the blame? He probably was. And if he wasn’t he probably has a psycho ex-wife. Cut it out Stacy. Don’t judge the man before you get to know him. “It’s 312-475-6321”
    “Alright I have it. I’ll give you a call around seven, maybe we can have dinner or something soon”
    “Sounds good, I look forwarding to hearing from you” I say and walk down the steps.
    “I’ll call you at seven o’clock on the dot and not a minute later” I hear him say as I walk away.
    “Thank you