( Chris in the MM)
" I'm sorry, I-I can't forgive you " she says, tears racing down her cheeks only to gather and fall from the edge of her jaw line as she stands up from the table. I watch her walk away. Rain would've fit this moment perfectly but the sun shown brightly not a cloud blemishing the sky as if all was well in the world. I watch her go, her hips swaying effortlessly despite her slumped shoulders making the pain in my chest dissolve into anger. She's not leaving me, I won't let her.
*Two months earlier*
"Do you really have to go?" Jasmine questions straddling me while poking out her lip. I leaned up and pecked her lip before gently lifting her off of me. " Yes I have a business trip in New York to meet with the CEO of the company my law firm trying to represent." I pause walking over to the dresser and picking out a sports bra and breifs. " Babe I promise, if I could I would stay." I say smoothly as she continues to pout like a child. Lies. Total Major lies. I could stay because there was no business trip to New York because the CEO of the company was a imaginary representative of a nonexistent company. And the simple fact that I could lie to her so smoothly AND with great detail genuinely disgusted me. I, in fact was on my way to Lehliah's ( ley-lah), a girl I met at the 'Gay Agenda' a LGBT bar in downtown Miami a couple of weeks ago.
I walked into the bathroom with my underwear and towel. Laying them on the counter, I lean over the bathtub to turn on the shower. I suddenly feel a presence behind me and I tense up, immediately relaxing after realizing that it was only Jasmine. I straighten and turn around as my eyes scan her body finding that it was completely naked. I let out a sigh, knowing that I'd be late to the "airport".
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I arrive at the address Lehliah texted me. I slid out of my Benz and approached the door, rapping it lightly with my knuckle. Slight movement inside produced Lehliah in a sports bra and and briefs, her body glistening with water, from her shower I assume. Damn, I thought to myself as my eyes roamed hungrily over her muscular body. " Are you going to come in or just stand there and stare at me like the last piece of Bacon" she says, breaking me from my perverted trance and causing me to blush slightly. She allows me to enter, moving only slightly from the doorframe causing my shoulder to graze her breast.
I bite my lip, in a vain attempt to ignore the contact. She smirks then walks ahead of me and is busy making herself comfortable when I take my place on the couch. Too comfortable if you ask me. Her briefs were raised to a distracting height and her sports bra did little to conceal her cleavage. My gaze wanders from her body as guilt builds up inside me threatening to consume me. I instead focus on feasting on the chips and dip she prepared that were resting on the coffee table. A few minutes go by and I have consumed all of the chips and a third of the dip. I ask for bathroom directions and excuse myself. In the secrecy of the bathroom I begin to argue with myself. "We can't do this I tell myself." You.. you can't do this I( my reflection) argues back. We already lied to Jaz (Jasmine) about the trip and you're not supposed to be home until Monday( it was now Wendsday), my reflection said . "So" I say to myself. My reflection glared at me. So my ass! If you show back up at the house before then she'll ask all types of questions. Questions you can't answer. Unanswered questions lead women to snoop around. And do you know what'll happen when she does that? My reflection askes rhetorically. " She finds out that I've been here instead of New York" I say sighing out loud. "Are you good?" Lehliah asks from the living room. "Yeah I'm fine" I reply before going back to the conversation/aurguement with myself. My reflection continues to chew me out. So I suggest that you go out there and do what you came do you which is locking in that side piece, ight? My reflection asks ghetto like. "Whatever" I say and walk out of the bathroom after pretending to wash my hands.
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I guess this is the part where you'd be thinking " ah Chris you should've went home and been honest to Jaz or at least booked a hotel" well you'd be right but if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not too good at "logical" reasoning. Thinking back on it I wish I had then maybe I wouldn't have to do what I'm about to.
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Okay I'm new to this let me know how I did.
Do you think Chris has slight physiological problems? Should she have lied to Jaz?
