Fooled by Perfection

Chapter 54: Telling the Truth

After waiting around for a few hours, it was finally time to load onto the plane. I had been texting with Dezman, and he told me that he was on the road, heading to the hotel that he was going to be staying at for the weekend. I had him send me the name and address of the hotel, and I told him to send me a message once he got there and to include his room number in the text. I told him I'd let him know when I landed in Illinois.

When I got to Chicago, the weather had changed a bit. It was cooler outside now, but it wasn't freezing. I walked to my car, and I was happy to see that it was still parked, damaged-free. I tipped the guy that helped me with my bags, and I took off. I drove for almost two hours before I arrived at the hotel. I didn't call Dezman. I didn't even text him like I said I would when I landed. I just parked my car, quickly got out, and went inside. I was so busy looking for some direction on which way I should head to find his room that I passed by Teek in a hall, and I didn't even notice until he spoke up.

*Teek*

Ciana, what's up?

*Ciana*

Oh, hi, Teek!

*Teek*

D room down at the end, on the left.

*Ciana*

Thank you. Please don't tell him that I'm here. I want to surprise him, okay?

*Teek*

I'm not gon' tell him. He's expecting you, though.

*Ciana*

I nodded my head at Teek, and I thanked him again. I knew that Dezman was expecting me, but he didn't know exactly when I'd show up. That's why I didn't message him when I landed.

When I got to Dezman's room, I knocked on the door quietly. When he opened the door, I yelled, "Hey baby!" I jumped into his arms, unable to control myself, while also laughing in this uncontrollable way. I was so happy to be seeing him, and I could tell he was feeling the same way, just by the smile that was on his face. I wasted no time going in for some kisses.

When he put me down, he started asking me questions about how my flight was, but I didn't even care to give him an answer right now. I pushed him as hard as I could onto the bed, and he started laughing, telling me to wait. I asked him why, and he said there was something that he wanted to talk to me about. I told him that it could wait. Whatever it was that he wanted to tell me, it couldn't possibly distract me enough to make me want to stop and give him my undivided attention.

Apparently, whatever it was wasn't important because he didn't push it. All the passion built up from not seeing each other is now in full effect. I unzipped the zipper that was on the side of my dress, and I slowly wiggled out of it. He never took his eyes off me; as a matter of fact, he didn't even blink.

I climbed onto the bed, and he took over. We made love, but it wasn't the same type of love-making that I'd get tomorrow. Something was a little different this time. It was as if it could be our last time. I didn't think it could get any better, but he clearly always has something up his sleeve because he continues to impress me beyond my comprehension.

When we finished, I went and took a shower. I thought he was going to join me, but he didn't. When I came out of the bathroom, he wasn't in the bed, and he wasn't standing anywhere in the room. I thought he had left for a moment, until I realized that there was a sliding glass door in the room, and it was open. I could see his silhouette leaning down on the railing, through the sheer curtains, as the wind was blowing it.

I walked over, and I pulled back the curtains. I could tell that he was deep in thought, and I had never seen him look troubled before. I asked him what was wrong. He looked over at me, and then he turned back around. I walked up to him, and I asked him again what was wrong. I was confused. It didn't make sense that he was now down like this, especially when I thought he'd be happy that I was back. I didn't understand what could have happened so quickly when he'd just finished making love to me.