Black Roses (Lesbian)

Yes

NIQUE POV

I drive and can do nothing but keep calling hoping she will turn her phone back on and answer. I drive for about an hour before I reach a city and have a feeling that this is where she stopped for the night. I pull into a gas station and begin to call around to all the hotels too see where she's stopped.

After about 30 minutes I've called almost every hotel in town except 3 and im praying she's in one of them.

"Hello thank you for calling Embassy Suites this is Dianne, how can I help you?" she says

"Hi, im looking for my sister I forgot which hotel she told me to pick her up from and her phone is dead. Could you see if she's there for me?" I lie convincingly

"What's her name hun?" she asks

"Miyara Smith." I say holding my breath waiting for an answer

I hear typing in the background and I know she's looking.

"Yes she is ma'am room 417 would you like me to call the room for her to tell her your here." she says

"No thank you im getting out of my car now ill be in in just a second." I say and hang up. I speed towards the hotel

I make it there in record timing entering the automatic doors.

"Thank you!" I yell to the lady behind the desk who im guessing is Dianne

I wait for the elevator but got impatient and decided to take the stairs. I take them 2  or 3 at a time and when I reach her floor I feel like im having an asthma attack.

"Her ass would be all the way on the fourth floor." I mutter to myself

After catching my breath I step out into the hallway and look for 417. When I stand in front of the door I hear her talking to herself loudly like she trying to figure something out.

I knock on the door.

"Who is it?!" she calls

"Room Service" I say hoping she doesn't look through the peephole

She cracks open the door and when she sees its me. her reaction is not what I expected

"ALVINIQUE!" She screams and throws open the door to hug me tightly. "Im so glad our here! I've figured it out I know what to do. I know how to catch them!' she says excitedly

I look around the room. Something is going on and I know it why is she not curled up crying in a mountain full of chocolate or liquor or yelling at me screaming for me to leave her alone and go away.

Then I see it. 2 empty packs of cigarillo's and a half smoked blunt in a makeshift ashtray

"You smoked?" I ask

"Yeah, im high as fuck but did you not hear anything I just said?!" she squeals "I figured out how to fix this. Come here." she says grabbing my hand and sitting me down on the couch

Instead of sitting next to me she straddles my lap.

My mouth goes dry and I can do is look. I keep my hands on the couch beside me rather than onto her back and her ass like I want.

"What are you doing?" I ask nervously

"I need you to look me in my eyes when I say this Alvinique and I need you to not interrupt me no matter how much you don't like it. Okay? I need you to listen to me." she says seriously

Her eyes are red from crying and smoking and even though she is excited she figured this out I know she is hurt and I just cant help but feel like its my fault.