Star boy: A ghetto top man's story. Book I

Chapter 3

Star boy has a swimmer's body, firm and taut in all the right places. He was too damn fine for his own good. If he carried on with all his flirting, it was only a matter of time before I jump from the pan to the fire. He excites and scares me all at the same time.

I was at home sitting under the mango tree searching through Star boy's Facebook account. I switched apps and began to load his WhatsApp status image. A picture of him was on it. He wore a navy blue shirt with fitted jeans pants.

My fingers twitched as I decided to text him. I knew that what I was about to do was undoubtedly the biggest mistake of my life but having spent the last 26 years of my life coloring inside the lines with nothing to show for it, I decided that for once I wanted to be reckless.

Me: Hi!
Me: Are you busy?

I waited nervously for his response as I fear his wife seeing my messages and pick an argument with me. My heart pounded at the walls of my chest

My phone beeped a couple of seconds later.
I exhaled loudly.

Star Boy: Hey pretty girl, I am not busy.
Star Boy: What's up?

I grinned like a promiscuous school girl.

Me: Let's hangout
Me: I am bored.
Star Boy: Sure
Star Boy: Should I come to pick you up?
Me: Yes.
Star boy: Okay 5 minutes

I quickly ruffled through my clothing to find something modest to wear, I did not want to give him the wrong impression.

I hauled on a jeans pants, and a t-shirt. I dressed it up with my hoop earrings and oversize shades. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror before I hurried outside to his vehicle.

Star boy held the passenger door open for me so I could enter. Scared and oddly exhilarated, my body buzzed with anticipation for what lay ahead.

I leaned my head on the window of his BMW and enjoy the tantalizing scenery of the journey. I could feel Star boy's eyes staring at me. I turned to face him and he winked at me.

Anxiety creeps up my spine when we arrived at a bar and grill in Westmoreland. Star boy directed me to a gazebo where we both sat opposite each other.

"Pretty smooth skin black princess" he flirted.

"Yuh sweet eno gyal"
"Why you always a resist me?"I blushed.
"Because you are so very married"
"This is trouble you know that?"
"Fact that you brought me so far speaks volumes"

He grumbled something under his breath, I didn't care to ask him to repeat, instead, I continued.

 "The fact that we had to leave St Elizabeth to hangout means you very much respect your marriage and is not through with it yet"
"Don't try to fill my head with make-believe play, I know how this game works"
He looked at me, I crossed my arms and turned my gaze to the sea.

"My wife barely has time for me"
"We are just roommates and parents"
"We are only together for the kids"
I fold my lips together and turn to face him, I sensed a glitch of sincerity in his voice.

He took my hand into his and I pulled away.

"I was not raised with a father Ms. Dawson, so I owe it to my kids to be a part of their life"
"Sometimes I feel suffocated and uncomfortable in that house but every time I think about leaving I feel guilty as if I am betraying my children"
"I made a promise that I must keep"

I wanted to reach out and comfort him, I felt every inch of pain his energy radiated.

He lets out a sigh and reached for my hand again. I let him. He pulled my hand up to his chest and proceeded to continue.

"Ms. Genius, I want to break free and I still dream of living my best life"
"A life where I am happy, appreciated, and loved"

I felt slight tingles where his hand touched mine. I exhaled loudly, I didn't know how to respond to him, instead, I hover over to him and our skin kissed. We both sat in silence for a bit.

How can a man who seems so happy and contented be so miserable all at the same time?