Abducted By Lust

Chapter 4: The Grass On The Other Side

The Grass on The Other Side

I read in disbelief.

“Wassup Homie,

I’m gonna be in the Lou in a few weeks. I just got a big promotion. Don’t tell nobody yet because I'm keeping it a secret. I’m gonna tell everybody after I tell C about it. But I just wanted to let you know. Could I crash at you spot till I find a place. If not I’ll just stay at my mom’s. Let me know. I wanna get everything in place before I tell C so she don’t be tripping. I might not tell her till I get ready to go. Get at me man.

Kev”

Fucking dummy, wanted to be so slick that he deleted all his old emails but he forgot to clear them from the delete folder. Something told me to check his emails but I was too afraid. They say when you look for it you find it and I had found it alright. This email was dated three weeks ago. So what I overheard was true.

After that revelation, work went by in a blur. I left the office late since there was no one to rush home to. At home I shifted my thoughts back to the mysterious handsome man at the coffee shop I started to wonder who he really was. I even Googled him but I found nothing. .

Was he real or a ghost? Either way I was having fantasies to keep me from crying. One of them consisted of me fucking him on my desk or in the back seat of my car in the middle of the parking lot. Usually fantasies were as far as I went.

I normally wouldn’t give cheating a second thought, but reading Kevin's secret email had me thinking. Maybe it wasn't worth it to be faithful and true when I didn't think he was. Maybe with Kevin being in St. Louis and me being in Nashville was a blessing in disguise.

I showered trying to wash away my lustful thoughts. Still wet from the shower I started to get drunk. I couldn't help myself when I saw the bottle of champagne. It was intended for my night of seduction I had planned for Kevin, instead we argued the whole night and didn't drink it.

I popped the cork and let the clear liquid slide down my throat. No need for a glass, it was just me and the bottle as I snuggled under the covers in a cold bed. The champagne, my phone, and his business card were my companions.

Antwon didn’t even know me, yet he seemed more concerned about me in a few minutes than Kevin had showed all day. When Kevin called earlier in the day he unloaded about his new job amenities neglecting to inquire about me. He cut our conversation short saying he would call me back after a meeting.

Here it was 9 o’clock and he still hadn’t called. I sent him a text, but no answer. I was starting to give up. One day into our separation and he had done a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn. Maybe I should just end it now and stop the heart break. I thought to myself as I lay in our king size bed, alone.

I was sure there was some sort of rules I should be following as I dialed Antwon’s number. I shouldn’t have been so eager to call him on the first day, but I was too old for games. Me calling him now or later wasn’t going to delay or change anything.

He answered on the fourth ring as I was about to hang up.

“This is Antwon Davis” A business man, I was sure by the way he answered.

“Hi Antwon, we met earlier at Starbucks” I said realizing that earlier I hadn’t told him my name.

“Chloé hi, I’m glad you called.” Now I was puzzled.

“How do you know my name? I didn’t give it to you”

He laughed a little.

“They said it when you got your coffee.” He was right. The Barista did ask for my name when I placed my order. I guess I should stop giving out that information.