It wasn't until the day after my birthday when Marcus got hip to a few things going on in my life which had absolutely nothing to do with him.
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That night at his place, I must admit, I put on a damn good show despite the fact that Jay was really on my mind from time to time. It's not exactly what I wanted but something that just wouldn't go away. Crazy feelings were attacking me like a vengeance and questions were swarming my mind cognate to a flock of birds. I couldn't help but backtrack to that text message he'd sent every now and then.
Deep down inside I was fighting the urge to feel a certain way about him now.
In other words, I'd been trying to teach Jay a lesson by 'acting' as if I didn't give a care in the world about us but soon enough my own motives weren't even starting to make sense. Isn't this what I've been basically waiting for since February? For things to go back to how they were; Jay had made it clear that he finally wanted me back. Why was I being so difficult?
Maybe because I was honestly feeling Marcus as well but just couldn't cope with all of the emotions. He even bought me a pair of YSL pumps that ran him maybe $300. That should've put me on the right track but material things were nothing to me really.
As anticipated, one simple little back rub ended up leading to a venue of freakier things that night which honestly didn't do much justice for my conscience either. Marcus was starting to remind me so much of Jay that when I closed my eyes his face is what I saw. My body was physically there with him but in my mind I was making love to another man.
By the time everything was over and done with, Marcus passed out like he was on anesthesia; which was actually a good thing. That way he wasn't able to see the tears of confusion in my eyes.
The next morning I woke up before I had a chance to take part in another embarrassing mishap with that Rosie chick showing up again. After getting dressed, I grabbed all of my belongings, or so I thought, and was out of there by 6 in route to head home and get ready for another boring day at work. The minute I got there, I realized I'd left my cell at Marcus' place.
Within this day age age, it's not like I could clearly remember his number without it anyway so I waited it out and like I had some type of force on my side- he ended up calling the office around noon looking for me.
The tone in his voice was different though.
I should've known then that he'd had the balls to go through it and find something unto his liking.
The optimistic side of my mind said fortunately my phone had a keypad lock that I habitually used since it would randomly call people while bumping against things in my purse but a dummy could figure that shit out since it told you exactly which buttons to press when trying to unlock it.
Shoving off the sudden synched feeling in my gut, I was going to have to get my phone either way and suggested we meet up for lunch somewhere.
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