Denial & Desire [ #Wattys2017 ]

Chapter 10: Good Night

Note: It's finally here Chapter 10 of Denial and Desire thank you to all the new followers I hope you guys are enjoying the story.

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He messaged me for the first time tonight. When I thought I could have finally relaxed and analyze my day he messaged, thoughts about him came rushing to the forefront of my mind. Within a minute or two I replied that I was fine and I had just gotten inside when he contacted me. He apologized that he wasn't able to have taken me home today due to the complications in the management and statistics room but I was totally ok with it and understood fully.

As if he missed something crucial he then queried where was I. I briefly thought about telling him that I was with Emily but I then recognized that I had no reason to lie to him about my whereabouts because I was a grown ass woman. I glided my hands over my phone screen and typed that I was chilling with Blake. He took no more than three seconds to reply to my previous texts but this time he had not reply within twenty minutes.

I honestly hate when people took too long to reply to my messages it irritated me, whats the point of having a conversation if you're only going to reply every thirty minutes. It made me feel that I was not relevant enough to be answered right away that it's ok if I could wait as I was nothing important.

I stripped down to bare skin and headed to the en suite. On the way there the large dresser mirror reflexed an image of my unclothed stature as I walked by. I stopped and turned examining myself. I wondered how could I be considered beautiful and why anyone would love me. I glided my hands over the top of my breast down to my stomach then my hips framing my perimeter. I saw every flaw that I possessed in that mirror. I promptly moved from in front the glass to escape the image that was looking back at me. Today I felt like taking a shower so that the water could have pounded my ebony skin and wash all my insecurities away.

I showered for a half an hour.

When I left the bathroom I dried myself swiftly and slipped into a gray silky night robe and again plummet myself into bed. My phone flashed purple and pink and with all the remaining energy that I had left from the hot steaming shower that cascaded over me I reached and pick it up. Ché wanted to know if he could have called me and I simply texted yes.

I was hesitant however as it was already half twelve and hearing his divine voice at this time of night may have sent ungodly feelings through my body warranting a next shower, this time a cold one. With that thought, my phone rang off and I answered immediately.

"Hello?"

The sound of his raspy voice filled my ear and caressed my eardrum igniting that area deep in my very core. My body never behaves when it comes to him.

He answered me " Hi Empress."

The phone went silent for a second I wasn't really good at interacting with the opposite sex. What were we suppose to be talking about right now? As if he sensed the thoughts that engulfed my mind he spoke.

" I really wanted to take you home today, I missed the opportunity to spend time with you, and that destroyed me."

My mind was slower than a snail when it came to processing conversations like these, I was no good.

" I am sure we will see each other tomorrow," I replied, I believe that was the best answer to what he had spoken.

My room was pitch black except for that small ray of light that reflexed off my window from the street that gave the darkness a small beam of hope. With my sense of sight decreased, my sense of hearing felt like it multiplied a thousand fold when I heard Ché spoke again.

"Why were you out with him Empress?" His voice was clear as a whistle and if I was not mistaken jealousy radiated throughout his words.

I had already recognized that unlike me Ché loved to express his emotions clearly. If he was happy, sad, angry or hurt he would have let it be known. I respected this part about him, he rarely made me guess how he was feeling, his expression always sold him out. I, on the other hand, would be feeling hurt and express a smile on my face or jealous and display anger. This was one of my characteristics that I hated the most. I despised showing my true feeling to everyone because they made me feel exposed, wide open.