Playing the Player's Game

Chapter Twenty - Hurt And Decisions

Hurt And Decisions

Mandolin Carter POV

I locked eyes with Jay who clinked beers with me. I was having a bit of a self pity party. I felt like absolute shit. Nothing more or less then shit.

"You go tell me what's wrong or what?" he asked, lighting the blunt.

"Lexington completely done with my ass. Like I knew she deserved better. She always did but part of me hoped that better would be from me." I said.

"Did you ever plan on leaving True for Lexington?" he said, passing me the blow.
"I don't know nigga. I was stressed out and needed someone to comfort me."

He looked at me like I was dumb. I did sound dumb because I always had True. I knew I always had True but sometimes I that was the problem..

She cared too much. She was so innocent and sweet that I couldn't talk to her about anything. You don't always want to look on the bright side of things. Sometimes, you wanna look on the dark and wallow in self pity before you find the fucking light.

But True didn't get that. Lexington did. But I wasn't in love with Lexington like I was with True. I needed both girls to be quite honest. In my opinion, I needed the extra attention not to mention all the other girls I entertained and slept with.

"What's going on in yo head?" Jay asked, staring me done.

"Man, I did True and Lexington wring. But I needed them and then some. Nobody can ever give me exactly what I need. I require to much attention." I said, resting back with my hands behind my head.

"Speaking of True, wassup with y'all?" he asked, leaning forward.

"I already lost her. She ain't even come home last night." I said, feeling my eyes grow wet. "I fucked up with her so bad."

He hugged me, "Nigga it'll be okay. Next time treat your girl better. Take notes from the master."

"Who the master?" I asked sarcastically despite the tears streaming down my cheeks.

He cracked a smile, "Nah farreal though, you need a tell True everything. She's always been an understanding, down ass chick. Maybe she'll forgive you."

I just drunk more of the bitter beer and groaned at the disgusting taste. Why do niggas always drink this shit? Why am I drinking this shit?

"Nigga you ain't shit else but beer?" I asked, thinking about the time True first tried a beer other than Modelo and Corona. She threw up all over my shoes. I guess Steel Reserve 211 wasn't a very smart beer to start with in the first place. I smiled at that memory and carrying her inside the apartment bridal style. Telling her she was used to that light beer that she couldn't handle the real stuff.

"Fuck you smiling at?" Jay said, handing me the half empty bottle of Bacardi.

"Memories nigga." I said, opening the bottle and taking a swig. It burned going down and I felt better. The taste wasn't as foul.

"Nigga, take my advice. Tell True everything. Even if she don't take yo ass back, yo conscience will be clean." He said.

I felt like crying again. True was go leave me. I just felt it in my soul. What would I do without her? I never realized how much I truly loved her until it was too late. Maybe I could prove to her I loved her. Maybe I could prove that she was mine. I could prove that I'd never do her like this again. Any woman ever. This shit hurt when they leave.

I stood up with a newfound sense of hope. "I'm going to get my girl back."

He stood up with me, "You just finished off that Bacardi alone. I'm driving you."

I nodded tossing him my keys and stumbling out after him. He grabbed my arm before I fell face first.

Well at least I got liquid courage and truth serum in my system.

Lexington Wells POV

I found myself cracking up again at the lame joke Angel told. She was so funny-in a corny kind of way. But I liked it. And I liked her.

She wasn't the type of girl I usually went for. I liked manly, dominating studs. But she showed me her dominant side-whew. And she might before dominant than any stud I've ever had relations with.

"So, Lexington. What do you do for fun?" she asked, sipping the spazerac cocktail.

I thought for a second. Then another. Then I pursed my lips. "I guess all I do is hair, nails, and makeup."

She smirked, "Gotta get you some hobbies."

"What do you do?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Well, I am physical therapist at the moment. But in my spare time, I like the outdoors and clubs. I hike, skydive, and climb mountains. You name it, I've done it." she said, biting into the juicy steak in front of her.

"Zip lining?" I asked.

"In Brazil baby. Best time of my life."

"Cave spelunking?"

"Wasn't that fun because my guide got us lost."

"Hang gliding?" I asked.

"Totally thought I was gonna die."

"Snowboarding?"

"Yes, it was super cold."

There really wasn't any thing she hasn't done. "Got any tattoos?"

"How many times have you seen me naked and you can't tell me if I have any tattoos?"

I blushed, "Just answer the question."

"How about I'll show you later on tonight?" she asked, seductively licking her lips. My whole body tingled. I wanted some of her. "And I already know you have two tattoos-one on your ankle, the other on your upper thigh, a belly piercing, and oddly enough one nipple pierced."

I blushed again, "I thought it would be cool to be different."

She laughed, "That's why I liked you Lexington. You're different. I've never met anyone like you nor with the same name. Lexington. It's so unique."

I blushed and looked down, "I know at least two other Lexington's."

"Well, I don't." she said, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at her. "And we're gonna have to work on that confidence. You're too beautiful to walk around with your hand down."

I blushed again but maintained eye contact with her. Mostly because she wouldn't move her hand from under my chain. She leaned back and picked up the glass with the spazerac cocktail and downing it.

"I think you should try my drink." she flirted.

I couldn't tell if she meant her drink drink or an actual drink. She thrust the menu at me and I saw a drink titled Angel's Fire.

It was a frozen cocktail but called fire because it had three different throat burning alcohols in it. Vodka, gin, and tequila. It had strawberries, cherries, some sugar, some ice, a squeeze of lemon juice and some rose syrup.

It sounded like I was going to be throwing up in the morning to me. But I accepted the drink when she gave it to me because it was so pretty. They even topped it with a single strawberry on top of a hand full of cherries.

I took a sip wincing at the burn. It didn't even matter that it was a cold drink or had a shit load of sweet things in it, it burned.

Then I realized that I could compare this to my relationship with Mandolin. It was sweet and nice but it always burned. When she was ashamed of me. When she wouldn't make me hers. When she lied to me.

But none of that mattered. Because even if this didn't work out with Angel, I'd never go back to Mandolin.

And that's my final decision.

End of chapter Twenty. Haha, thought you was gonna find out True's decision huh? Too bad. Wait for the next chapter. If you enjoyed this unedited chapter then leave a vote and comment. If not, then leave feedback.

What do you think True decided?

Xoxo,
Lesha.