IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~**~**Chapter 4~**~**

~**~**Chapter 4~**~**~

Dahveed had breakfast with Devin after sparring in the gym for almost two hours. He’d missed the jovial rascal but he wasn’t to tell that to his egotistical friend. As they were finishing up eating, Dahveed noticed something odd about Devin. He was there yet he wasn’t. He was staring in space with a saddened dreamy look, and Dahveed’s eyes narrowed.

“Uh, Devin, what’s up?” he probed and Devin looked at him with a lopsided grin.

“It has happened, my friend!” he said dazedly and Dahveed scowled.

“Please don’t tell me that you’re in love with a woman!” Dahveed thought his friend was smarter than this.

“Well, I am not gay if that’s what you’re wondering!” he shot back glaring at his friend for ruining his mood.

“And you think that I will encourage you in these love matters?” Dahveed’s brow arched quizzically.

“Well, it doesn’t matter whether you encourage or discourage me because I’m already in love!” he said with a wistful sigh.

“What do you mean ‘I’m already in love’? And who is this woman you’re talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter because it was love at first sight!” what the hell happened to him, Dahveed wondered.

“Sorry to burst your bubble buddy but that’s not love. That is infatuation because love doesn’t exist!” Dahveed was getting annoyed because he always thought his friend to be smarter. I guess I was wrong, he muttered under his breath.

“Be a little supportive at least! I’m in love for the first time!” Dahveed was being supportive. He was giving him sane and logical advice!

“You’re about to commit the first and last mistake of your life. Women are a huge a mistake. They attract men to them like a moth to a flame, and they use them emotionally and financially before they discard them like an unwanted visitor.” Devin didn’t have time to answer before his mother, Patricia showed up.

“Good morning!” she looked at her son and her future son-in-law and smiled. “Were you guys discussing women?” she asked and Dahveed’s head turned sharply in her direction. She stared back and smiled. “Not you, you!” she said glancing at her youngest son. “I hope you don’t hate women as much as your best friend here.” Devin slyly grinned and sipped his orange juice. Dahveed was uncomfortably squirming in his chair.

“Excuse me, Aunt Patricia. I’ll be going now.” He got up and left before she could say more. “Are you coming?” he looked at his friend and he nodded. Sure he tolerated her presence as Devin’s mother, but he didn’t care for her tongue because she blathered more than the women in the office.

“Sarah is coming home in a couple of days. Maybe you can throw her a party. What do you think?” Patricia demanded of Devin

“Mother, Dahveed’s birthday party is coming up in less than three months. You want me to throw another one?” Devin liked partying but not the kind of parties his mother threw.

“Why not? After all, your sister is coming home after living abroad for quite a while.” She said and Devin knew that it was time for him to leave. “Let me tell you something, son. To make it in the world we live in, you have to throw bigger parties.” Alright mom, I’ll be leaving now. Bye!” he kissed her cheeks and left as if the hounds of hell were chasing him.

“Dahveed opened the front door and walked down the front porch. He was hurriedly buttoning his suit jacket front buttons when his dad’s voice stopped him.