Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 6

OUTSIDE THE ROOM, DEUCE had been masturbating as he listened to Eschewal having sex. He ejaculated in his left palm and is now in the bathroom washing his hands.

Eschewal stands in the hallway, not knowing where to go. As his mind races, he wipes his sweaty hands down his trousers and hopes the girl does not burst out of the bedroom.

The bathroom door opens, and Deuce peeps out. "Oi, Eros, come," he says.

Eschewal puts his hands into his pockets and walks into the bathroom.

Deuce closes the door. "Yes, blood, I heard you killing it, cuz."

Eschewal jumps into his player dialogue as he says with a fake laugh and a smile, "Course, course, blood, I mashed that down." Really he feels disgusted and wishes he could reverse time.

Deuce squeals. He hits fist with Eschewal.

Eschewal's eyebrows scrunch together, and the corners of his mouth turn down. "Oi, you know what, though? I think she knew it wasn't you, rudeboy. I swear down, blood she try buss the curtain on man, so I had to all sink it deeper until she let go of it, blood."

Before Deuce can respond, the girl hollers for him.

He opens the bathroom door and yells, "I'm just in the bathroom. Wait there; I'm coming."

He closes the door and turns to Eschewal. A cunning thought comes to him. He needs a driver to drive him to meet different girls because his girlfriend almost caught him with one of his girls in his car.

"Listen, bruv, don't watch that, she's some dumb bitch. She don't know nothing, so just cool, man, everything is jiggy." He leads Eschewal out of the bathroom.

"Alright, gee."

Deuce whispers, "Oi, rudeboy, let me get your number."

He pulls out his phone and lets Eschewal punch in his number.

Deuce points towards the front door. "Yeah, just creep out, yeah. I'll give you a one ding, and you'll get my number."

Eschewal nods.

Deuce again whispers, "Alright, blood, we link, yeah?" He hits fist with Eschewal once more and then steps into his bedroom. He switches on the bedroom light and says, "What's up, babes? How you screaming out my name like that? I'm a man, not a machine, you know."

The girl squints her eyes and then smirks. "Um, is there anyone else in the house, Mark, uh?" she says with suspicion.

Mark is the alias that Deuce gave the girl. He scrunches his eyebrows together. "How you mean if there's someone else in the house?" He sucks his teeth. "Nah, it's just you and me. Like, who else is meant to be here?"

The girl shakes her head and then says, "Um, no one," but within her mind, she is sure that was a different penis inside her. Nothing could tell her differently, but she will keep it to herself for one reason: the shame of being played for a fool.

Deuce rubs his chest and turns on the TV with a cunning smile. It disappears as he turns around and jumps on the bed.

As he does, Eschewal turns from listening at the bedroom door. He had to be sure that the girl was not aware, and with tremendous guilt and feeling dirty, he walks down the stairs, creeps out the front door, and onto the street.