Host of Imperfections

Chapter 41

Three weeks later, Jay and I seemed to be on non-speaking terms again. Before the little stunt he pulled that night at my apartment, two or more days couldn't go by without me hearing from him. I was unsure if this was intentional on his part, but when I told him to go do him, and I'd do the same, that didn't mean we couldn't be cordial to one another.

I refused to sit around complaining though.

Attending the dinner Tarja and Malik's family threw for his homecoming from the hospital, Jay and I never even crossed paths. He was running late and I ended up leaving before he arrived. This time away from each other seemed to be very necessary to say the least. Lord knows that friendship deal wasn't doing anything but making things more confusing for us anyway.

All the while trying to move the hell on with my life and start new beginnings, I ended up keeping my new 'special friend' around for all the wrong reasons. There he was; a good man that really wanted to be with me while I was trippin over someone who couldn't make up his damn mind. I guess you can say I was yet again torn between a man and finding happiness within myself.

I was missing Jay so much I allowed Marcus to be Jay. He practically did everything Jay did anyway, coincidentally; they even wore the same cologne and it drove me crazy.

The biggest mistake I made yet was- knowing that Marcus aspired for a relationship to come from all of this while I just needed a friend. Despite that, I strung him along. From jump start I never planned on things to get serious between the two of us but there were but so many times I could deny the fact that I was sexually attracted to him and like any other human being, I had needs. I couldn't believe what I was doing, after all of these years- I've been trashing guys for their own selfless actions and here I was doing the same exact thing.

It was around the end of August, a warm Sunday afternoon when I was visiting Marcus and he decided to take me to this Japanese Restaurant; nothing special, just a random dinner date that led us back to his place cuddled up in front of the TV and passing time with conversation and steamy extra activity.

We started kissing and it was rather intense. The next thing I knew we were in his bedroom and he was undressing me. Much to his dismay, I didn't plan on resisting. My clothes were off in a flash and so were his but before anything went down I suggested he get a condom. Once he came back it was on.

Marcus was physically strong and had muscle for days, just looking at him got me excited in addition to the effects the two strawberry daiquiris I downed over dinner already had on me. When he finally possessed my body I was so ready. His size was average but his technique and ability to maneuver my limbs and create the most erotic positions made up for it all. It was quick and passionate but most of all satisfying because I was out like a light once my head hit the pillow.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of accented humming and an empty bed.

When I realized the self made tune was coming from a stout middle aged Spanish woman moseying around the bedroom in casual wear; a rag in one hand and a feather duster in the other I jumped up.

That fool never told me he had a maid. Grabbing at the tussled sheets I covered my bare top half and looked at the clock. Shit! I was going to be late for work. I could remember precisely making Marcus promise to wake me up so I'd have time to leave and get ready.

"Yo me preguntaba cuando usted iba a despertarse! Usted ha estado durmiendo durante mucho tiempo." The woman chuckled seizing her cleaning spree and looking at me. Either it was too damn early for me to comprehend what she was saying or all three of those Spanish courses I'd taken in high school were a waste of my time.

"Huh?"

She let out a hearty laugh- her shoulder's coinciding with her giggles. "La noche larga que veo."