IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~*Chapter 20~*

~**~Chapter 20~**~

Dahveed watched until Arabelle disappeared into the night before he speed walked to his room, leaving the congratulatory party downstairs, intending on getting drunk so fast. Shocked wouldn’t describe what he felt when he found Sarah in his bedroom, in his bed wearing pink satin lingerie and high-heeled boots. She gave him that come-hither smile that he abhorred so much, but he gave in immediately when an image of Arabelle and his mother laughing together, popped in his mind. He couldn’t help but compare everything she did to that of Arabelle’s. Granted, they’d only slept together once, but he’d cherish that one time for eternity even though it’d been a lie on her part.

There was no fire igniting in the pit of his belly, rendering him impatient of what was to come. There was no need for urgency because she was trying so hard to coax a reaction out of him. Lastly but not least, her hands didn’t caress him hesitatingly. They grabbed, pulled and tugged, a sign that she’d done this countless of time. But he couldn’t stop because for all he knew, Arabelle had been acting! He wanted to push Sarah away and kick her out of his bedroom, but he wasn’t hurting at the moment…his mind was distracted and he welcomed and embraced the distraction.

 Dahveed hovered over Sarah as the kiss got hotter and more urgent. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her barely-there thongs and pulled them down her legs. He inserted a finger in her molten heat to check how ready she was, but ended up freezing on the spot. Sarah’s pleasure island was bare. Dahveed didn’t even know what he liked since he’d only been with one woman, but he knew what he didn’t like!

Oh please who was he kidding? He loved Arabelle and everything that was her! His member had stirred as he roughly kissed Sarah but it completely fell asleep the minute Dahveed’s hand touched Sarah’s womanhood. He bolted off of her, out of the bed and located his scattered clothes with a sense of urgency. He refused to look at Sarah as she demanded in a whining tone what was wrong, and he decided that he’d had enough Sarah to last him a lifetime let alone one day.

 He literally picked Sarah up, threw her out of his room and slammed the door. He began pacing back and forth in his spacious room. He found himself holding his phone in his hands. He threw it on the opposite wall and it smashed into tiny pieces. Employees weren’t allowed to call him after hours, and the only people he talked to, lived in the same place as him: his dad, Devin and Patricia sometimes. So, he found it unnecessary to have their phone numbers in his phone. Therefore, the only contact he had stored in his cell phone was Arabelle.

He rummaged through his cupboards and found a bottle of Vodka. He’d given up drinking but he was going to make an exception.  He took one swig from the bottle and he marveled at how the liquid burnt his throat. He took another, and then another until it began to numb his body. He began throwing everything that was near him; the bedside lamps, the alarm clocks, etc…he sat down on the edge of the bed, put his head in his hands and began sobbing quietly. He looked up when the door to his bedroom opened and almost groaned when his dad gave him a narrowed look.

“It’s okay dad. I’m fine. You can go back to the party.” He slurred.

“What happened, Dahveed?” Daniel asked NOT liking what he was seeing. “What’s wrong with you?” he said closing the door and inching closer to where his son was sitting.

“Nothing dad. Can you please leave me alone?”

“When did you start saying please?” Daniel wanted to ask. But Dahveed got off the bed, walked to his dresser before putting his hands on top of it while breathing hard like he’d just ran a mile at full speed.

“Goddamn it!” Dahveed yelled and kicked the dresser, dropping whatever was left on it.

“Dahveed, what the hell is going on?” Daniel ran to his son, held his shoulders firmly and turned him around. Dahveed struggled and accidentally elbowed his dad in the ribs.