Fresh Wounds

Two Can Play

**New Character: Amira Sailor**

Sorry. I debated whether I should finish this or not. IT started out great in my head but, I don't know if I'm really feeling it anymore...It's becoming more difficult to keep it going because I feel this way but I'm gonna keep pushing for the readers that I have, thanks for the support.

James

I set down the ice bucket with the wine bottle in it and two glasses on the table. I go out on the balcony and sit in a chair and smile at the sight of Decatur at sunset. My phone starts ringing. Damn; it's Chy. I shake my head and put my phone on silent then lay it face down on the table. The phone begins to vibrate and I pick it up. The hell she keep calling me for?  "Yo," I say into the phone. "James where the hell you at?" she asks in a calm tone that makes me feel uncomfortable. "I'm at work Chy-Baby," I say, calling her by a nickname, to play on her sweet side. She gets quiet. I smile. It worked. "James?" Her voice is soft, as if she's about to cry. "Yeah what's up?"  Silence. Nothing but silence as I wait for what feels like forever. "Spit it out Chyenne," I say, growing impatient. "I...I just want you to know I love you," she whispers. I think she really is about to cry. "Yeah, yeah baby. I know, me too. Gotta go, I'm on the clock babe," I say, hanging up before she can say anything else and ease back into the chair on the balcony and close my eyes.

***

A knock at the door of my hotel room wakes me up and I walk over to the mirror next to the door and check my self out. I'm so fine. Chy so lucky to have me. I smile and look at myself in the mirror before opening the door then grin. "Hey James," Amira says, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder. I stare at her from head to toe, smiling. She so fucking bad. She's wearing a green dress and yellow strappy heels that tie up her leg. "Wassup," I say, as she walks in, looking into my eyes. I'm still mesmerized as I close the door behind me, keeping my eyes on her. She smiles, looking down at her shoes, blushing. "It's been a while," she chuckles. "Yeah, too long," I say, taking her hand and pulling her closer to me. I take out my phone and play Redbone by Childish Gambino and get her to slow dance with me. I would've played something older, but she's  a bit younger than I am. I don't know what her preference would've been. I don't give special treatment often. We dance for a while and I spin her and pull her closer to me, looking into her eyes. Of all the women I've dealt with, she's my favorite. She may be younger than me, but we always have a good time and we haven't even done anything yet. This isn't really my speed but, I always end up enjoying her company more and more and thinking about the other shit in my life less. She isn't like anyone I've been with. She's special. I mean, shit even Chy let me hit on the second date. She not even a hoe or nothing. We had spent a while together before I took her out for the second time. I'm just saying. I didn't have to do anything for it. It wasn't easy but it wasn't hard either. Amira scrunches her nose, ready to ask a question. "What's on your mind baby?" she says, making me smile. We've spent so much time together, I learned everything about her from her favorite foods to her facial expressions to what makes her happy or sad and allat. "Nothing, my love," I say, surprising myself. Damn, this girl got me being all cheesy. Fuck am i saying? Amira rests her head on my chest and I hold onto her. Not touching her sexually or anything, just, holding her. Matching her rhythm. I close my eyes, taking in every moment. She smells like some kind of Peach candy. She looks up at me, and smiles. I pull away and spin her again, this time dipping her, just holding her in it for a while. I lean in, ready to kiss her when the door of my hotel room swings open. What the fuck...?

I look up, horror stricken to see Chy's face, which is eerily smirking at me. "OW!" I hear Amira's voice and look down. Shit, I done dropped the damn girl. I help her up, apologizing as she holds the back of her head. "What the hell James?" She mumbles, looking over at Chyenne. Why wouldn't you lock our door?" She asks me, as I watch Chyenne silently step into the room, looking around at first then locking eyes with me. There's so much that I see in her eyes right now. Stuff I never seen before. It really is making me nervous...or...alert, ready. "Um, HELLO! Why wasn't the door locked? Earth to James," Amira says, snapping her fingers. "It...uh...it was," I mumble, still looking at Chy. Chy tilts her head at me, as a small grin forms on her lips. "James. Who is this?" Amira folds her arms, and I can feel her staring at the side of my head. Chy chuckles and glances down, then at Amira, then back at me again. She so damn calm and it's scaring the hell out of me to be honest. What she tryna do?