50: The Gold

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I just want to say something and please don't take it the wrong way. I see a lot of writers complain about this so I know that I am not the only one.
Lol, I know you guys want me to update as much as I can and I want to produce just as bad. However, remember that I am human and not a robot. Writing takes hours and I do have responsibilities and engagements that I must attend to at times which is why I may not produce as fast as some of you would like. On top of that I'm a perfectionist and don't want to put out low quality content. I know a lot of writers that post every day but their chapters are 2000 words or less. Most of my chapters in both AGT and Myles exceed 5000+. I take my time to give you guys what I would like to read if I were you. That includes detail, I take the time out to actually plan out every chapters events strategically. (If that's what you guys want to rush me to write then I will, but don't complain if it's trash.)

In saying all of this, I love you all and I know that you guys just want to read Myles. However, the constant badgering to update does get annoying to writers. Especially when I do back to back updates, and get maybe 10 people that appreciate it and 20 people that never comment in my DMs or comments complaining about me updating. Like sis ... that doesn't correlate.

Once again, not trying to be offensive or come off rude. Just letting you know how I feel. Bare with me as I try to update as much as I possibly can as fast as I possibly can. I have not forgotten about any of my stories. AGT update is coming as soon as I finish Myles which I have chosen to extend another two chapters. For any other concerns about my updates please just go to my profile and view the conversations. Some of you already do but for those who don't, I normally explain there why there isn't an update.

That is all. Still love you. Enjoy.

Myles Thomas

I didn't normally do the online dating or even meeting someone online thing. I watched catfish all the time and I knew better but, from the moment we began talking.

I wasn't looking for anything serious, my boys had told me about Match'd and how many girls they were able to bag after a couple compliments and good conversation. I was getting over a break up and didn't want anything serious, I just wanted to have fun, clear my mind, do me. I had been on the app for only five minutes, when Monet's image came across my screen. Elijah laughed and so did some of my mother boys, she was definitely too fly to be on a dating app.

I was so tempted to swipe left but the fact that she Super liked me, made me interested in knowing exactly why someone like "her" would "super like" me. Despite what my friends said, in secret, I swiped right and kept it moving.

I got home that night to a message, a message that I doubt I could ever forget.

Monet DaSilva: I am honestly such a loser and you may not believe me but I'm new to this thing and I think I super liked you by accident. My finger slipped.

Me: You sure about that?

Monet DaSilva: Positive actually. Light skins really aren't my thing and I don't necessarily find beards attractive.

Me: Damn, you're just going to air me out like that?

Monet DaSilva: No offense, I just know what I like and unfortunately, you aren't it.

It was nice talking to you though. I wish you the best on your searching process.

Me: None taken, I do wish you the best as well.

If you are unsuccessful with your search, don't hesitate to hit me up. I'm sure that I can change your perspective on how you view guys like me.

Monet DaSilva: (peace sign.)

After that one conversation, I hadn't heard from her, I barely even used the app. I matched and met up with one girl, got what I wanted and that was about it. I even ended up forgetting that it was on my phone. Until it was time for me to clear up some room for an update.

As I swiped through my overwhelming number of apps, the notification number caught my attention and I quickly decided to take a peek before getting rid of it as a whole. None of the options or messages caught my attention, but her conversation thread was calling me.

Me: The fact that you're still on here means you haven't been successful in your search.

Monet: I like to have options.

Me: Yeah, right.

You need a bearded nigga to change your life.

Monet: I'm good

Been there, done that.

Me: You haven't had someone like me, that's for sure.

Give me a chance, I know I can change your mind.

Monet: I doubt you can but I like the confidence.

Me: So...?

Monet: One conversation. That's all. Blow me away.

Me: One conversation is all I need, but I want it to be face to face.

Monet: I don't even know you enough and you're already talking about meeting up.

Me: Doesn't have to be a meet up. Maybe even Skype or Facetime?

Monet: Oh, I get it. You think I'm catfish.

Me: I mean... you can never be too sure. Right?

Monet: I don't blame you...

I have zero makeup on right now so you may think I am catfish.

Me: I love me a natural girl.

Monet: I'm not trying to scare you away.

Me: Hit me with your best shot.

Monet: Fine... send me your number.

I sent Monet my number and automatically my palms began to sweat. I quickly changed into a hoodie leaving my ball shorts on because she would only be seeing my top half. I put on my newest fresh royal blue durag and put on all of my chains. First impressions were key. I even brushed my teeth over again, that's how nervous I was.

I jumped back into my bed, finding a comfortable position and as if on cue, the phone began to ring. Her email displayed across my screen. I watched the Facetime call ring for a few just so I didn't see like I was begging or anything. Once I felt like it was almost done, I answered.

"Wow." We both said in unison as soon as our Facetime call connected. Monet was wearing a vintage NY Knicks jersey, her hair fell around her fresh face, her eyes ever so captivating not to mention the smile she wore that made her so breath-taking to me. "You look even better than I had expected."

"Oh, please." She scoffed. "I'm in study mode. I look horrible."

"No, believe me when I say you look so beautiful, damn."

"Why thank you," she smiled but tried her best to cover it up.

"Are you nervous?" I smirked. "Could've sworn I wasn't your type."

"You aren't," she said, rolling her eyes playfully and leaning back against her headboard. "I just have never done this before."

"Trust, me neither."

"Oh wow, so I'm your first?"

"Yes you are."

"Memories!" she sang. "Well, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your first."

"The pleasure is all mine." I got comfortable. "So, Ms. Monet. Tell me about yourself, win me over. When you're finished, I'll explain to you why you need yourself a 'Myles.'"

From that point on, the rest was history. We spent hours on facetime that night, the sun rose with us still giggling at each other stupid little jokes. Nothing felt awkward, nothing felt strange, Monet and I spoke as if we had known each other forever and I wasn't mad about it.

We went from facetiming to texting each other 24/7. We made memories, created inside jokes and just bonded on a deeper level that I had with any other woman I had met. Monet was special and I knew it from the first moment I started a conversation with her.

Unlike most, I figured out in the beginning that she was stubborn, very opinionated, she loved to argue and get her own way, she was too independent, had low self esteem when it came to anything apart from track, she had a temper on her and loved to push me away. But Monet, was also very kind, generous, beautiful inside and out, she was intelligent, brave, courageous, independent, ambitious and one of a kind. There were bad things about her but then again so many good things, so many to the point that I barely even saw those bad things. I was willing to deal with the bad just to constantly be given the chance to talk to her.

I thought the distance between us would've made it harder for me to fall for her. I knew how I was, I wanted to see my woman, be able to feel my woman and have her by my side when I needed her. I wanted to be able to do the same in return. But despite what I thought, the distance made my heart grow fonder.

Monet wanted love, and I had a lot of love to give. We were like ying and yang, like two pieces of a broken heart, meant to fit.

I caught myself always checking my phone, always on her Instagram, always writing new music, always looking for something for her when I went shopping. I wanted to make sure she was good at all times, wanted to take care of her needs, supply her with what she needed, when she needed it.

We were miles away but still yet, so inseparable and today, I knew that what I was about to do was about to be the best choice of my life. I couldn't imagine being without her, after praying that I could get the chance to meet her for so long. Fate brought her to Miami even when I didn't deserve it, then when that didn't work, it brought her right to my City. Real, true love doesn't come easy, for some it only comes once. I was lucky, I was granted another opportunity and I wasn't about to mess up and ruin the it this time. I was going to seize the moment and hold onto this treasure, forever.

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I ironed my shirt for the fifth time since waking up, although it was a wrinkle free plain black tee, I still had to make sure I looked the part. I plugged out the iron and pulled the shirt over my head, pairing it with a light washed pair of blue jeans, accompanying it with my Wave Runners. Once I was done, I put on my chains, my pinky ring and then made sure my hair was brushed for the Gods, I combed out my beard as well, adding a few drops of coconut oil to cause it to glisten. I was paying attention to every single detail, not to be extra or anything but because I really and truly was nervous as hell.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror and before I could psych myself out and change again, there was a knock on my door. I ran my hand down my face and sighed as I went to open it.

"I'm so excited!" my mother said, dancing into my room. I chuckled to myself as she swayed from left to right in her 90s inspired pink, purple and white track suit, I stood back and observed how put together the outfit was, something that only she could rock now that I thought about it; her white t-shirt read #LetMonetRun, she finally allowed her curls out of the bun that it was normally in, she wore a pair of fancy pair of sunglasses and none other than the cleanest air-force ones on her feet. "I just can't hide it." She turned around to face me and hit the milly rock, quite well actually.

"Get it ma," I clapped, allowing the door to close behind me. "I'm surprised you even know what the milly rock is."

"You tryna say I'm old or something?"

"Not at all ma'am."

"You better not be." she pointed at me, "I'm a hip mom. I'm still with it, I can get down."

"Yup... you were up until you said the word hip." I laughed and she couldn't help but do the same. "Let me finish getting myself together then we can leave."

"Sounds perfect." She took a seat in one of the couches and I headed back into the room.

I walked over to the desk in my room and I picked up my Gucci messenger bag placing it over my shoulder. I unzipped it and turned around to see if my mom was looking, which she wasn't; instead she was taking selfies. I shook my head and placed the ring box into my bag. I also picked up the wrapped gift that I had gone out to get yesterday along with the bouquet of flowers.

I doubled checked to make sure I had every thing I needed, once I was sure, I grabbed my room key and phone, slipping them into my bag as I walked back into the living room area of the room. "Wow, those are beautiful." My mother cooed at the sight of the bouquet that was so big that I couldn't even see her sitting on the couch before me. "Monet's victory bouquet?" She asked.

"Not exactly," I smirked and placed the flowers into her lap. "They're for you."

"For me?" her brows furrowed. "What did I do to deserve such beautiful flowers and that on top of the beautiful spa day and dinner you treated me to yesterday?'

"I can't just show you love."

"You can and I appreciate it a lot, it's just all very different for me." She sniffed the bunch of red roses. "Thank you so very much Myles. I really needed this getaway, especially with the divorce being finalized, the big move and having to deal with being strong for Leisa. Only God knows that keeping a smile on my face through it all isn't easy."

"I know ma, which is why you deserve to be treated like the Queen you are, finally. I can already see that Andrew got you glowing."

"He does," she blushed, trying to hide that smile. "It's to the point where my cheeks get tired from smiling so much."

"That's how it should be." I rubbed her shoulder then handed her the wrapped gift.

"Myles..."

"Just open it mom."

She sighed and placed the flowers to the side of her. My mother wasted no time getting the paper off exposing a red velvet box, she took her time and opened it until eventually she revealed the pearl necklace and earring set. "Oh my, this is beautiful Myles."

"Just as much as you deserve happiness, every woman deserves pearls."

"This is amazing," she held it up in the light and grinned from cheek to cheek. "Thank you so so much, I can't even begin to explain how happy I am."

"That smile right there is enough for me." I snapped a quick picture of her while she continued to look at her gift. I slipped my phone into my pocked then clapped my hands together. "Okay, enough fun. It's time to get to the race."

"Okay, okay. Let me just run these over to my room then I'll be ready. You make me wanna change my whole outfit just so I could put these on."

"Don't even bother, I got something planned for you tonight, you'll be able to wear them then."

"Tonight?" he brows knitted together.

"Don't worry about it ma, just get yourself together. We're going to be late."

"Oh lord, my heart can't take all this excitement." She clutched her chest and got up, heading for the door.

Once she was gone, I made a quick but important phone call. "Everything's perfectly planned and set up." Her father said.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"It wasn't easy, I had to hurt her feelings last night just to try and find a way for her not to be around me in order to set this whole thing up."

"Damn, I'm sorry."

"Nah, you're good son. Monet is just very good and figuring things out, I knew that she would soon if I didn't do this. After everything goes down, I'll be able to explain."

"We had a lot of close calls."

"Tell me about it, the day she made us pull up on you, I thought it was going to ruin the whole plan."

"Thankfully you were able to give me a heads up so I could make it look like something it wasn't. Those grocery bags were filled with baby stuff."

"I'm telling you, women are always gotta be so damn nosey, ruining everything we got planned."

"Honestly, so happy that everything came together."

"You and me both. I'm happy for you both and I trust that you will be able to treat my daughter the way she deserves to be treated. I see it in the way you look at her, the chemistry is one that can't be ignored. Yes, you've messed up before, but you're human and we all do, but it's the fact that when you fail, you try ten times harder to make things better and that's where a lot of men mess up. You were determined and for that you are in this position today."

"Thank you, sir. For your blessings and your encouragement. I love your daughter and I will not let you down."

"Oh, I know because I'll kill you if you do."I chuckled, although I know that he wasn't joking. "Anyways, I'm going to head down to the stadium now to make sure everything down there is set."

"Thanks a lot, once again. How is she?"

"Not sure, Zahra, Kingsley and I have been busy getting everything together. Kingsley is about to check on her and get her ready to go out soon."

"Alright sounds good, I'll see you soon."

"See you soon son."

I ended the call and put my phone back up. I reached for the door handle but before I went, I shut my eyes and said a quick prayer not for me but for her because I could only imagine how nervous she had to have been.

When the prayer was done I nodded and thanked God. I was about to go get my Gold.

Monet DaSilva

"Oh gosh, I can't do this." I paced my hotel floor, holding onto the bottom of my stomach. I barely slept, I barely couldn't eat a thing, the pain I felt in my stomach was ten times worse than it was yesterday, my head was pounding and my heart was racing. "I can't do this." I said again. "Oh lord, I can't do this."

While most of my competitors were downstairs getting ready and getting in some last-minute training, I was stuck up here trying to get myself together.

I walked over to the bathroom and flipped up the toilet seat, I leaned over it and began to empty every last thing that was left in my stomach. I finished up, washed my mouth out once again then looked up at myself. Luckily enough, I didn't look as bad as I felt.

I stepped back into my bedroom and tightened the towel I had wrapped around my body. I leaned over as I walked into my closet where my father had hung up my outfit for the day before he ended up turning his back on me last night.

I took it off the hook and placed the suit bag that it was in onto the bed. I unzipped it and revealed a beautiful custom-made uniform that was far from the all-white one that I had brought over all the plain with me.

It was a nice sleek jet black with my last name written along the thigh of my tights and the US flag above it. Along with that came the matching tank top with my name on the back and number on the front, it was perfect and looked to have enough room for my bump to breathe. It was the exact replica of what my mother raced in. it also came with the matching track suit that I would wear down over it.

A note fell from the suit onto the floor, I picked it up and read; 'I just want to make your dreams come true, I hope this comes close.' Seeing this made me cheer up a little bit, bringing my spirits up from where they were before. Even though I was in pain, I decided to pull it together.

I got dressed quickly and pulled my messy curls into a bun at the top of my head then finished everything off by slipping my feet into

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