EX-tra EX-tra

Chapter 4

I walked to the bathroom, and threw on some clothes. I brushed my teeth (A.N. With the swag of course, lol) and debated on whether or not I should shave. I only had a small mustache and a little chin hair and decided not to waste time. 

I walked out and ran to the elevator. I pushed the button repeatedly, but it was being slow. I was on level 7 and she was on level 3. I saw the stairs and ran down them. Flight after flight, I jumped stairs and stairs, turning on each floor.

Finally, I reached level three and saw that her door was open. Inside Deja was packing her bags. "So stupid," she mumbled. She was grumbling angrily to herself, slamming various clothing into her lugggage. 

"Deja..." I said, breaking her concentration. She looked up at me, and rolled her eyes in disgust.

"I really don't want to hear-" I walked up to her and grabbed her clothes out of her hands. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, before arching a brow at me. "Yes, Larry?"

"Listen to me Deja, I'm sorry I didn't say anything- I just, I don't know. I was trying to grip everything that happened and I just, froze..." Her eyes softened. She picked up the clothes I took and started trying to pack more.

"It's whatever, Larry. It's obvious you still love her, maybe you should just forgive her and-" I reached up and gripped her neck, tilting her face up to mine.

"I don't want her- there is no forgiveness for that." Her eyes were wide, her mouth open mid-sentence. I stared down at her searching her eyes, and studying her face. She truly was beautiful.

Her skin was dark, smooth, and blemish free except for a small scattering of dark circles and a few freckles. Her eyes were round and large, fringed by medium eyelashes. They weren't perfectly straight and curled up at the ends, some were array, but there were dark and lovely nonetheless. Her nose was small and wide, and she had a small beauty mark right next to her left nostril. Her lips were luscious, the top lip brown and perfectly curved to match the bottom one that hinted at a pink shade. Her mouth was open so I could see that she had a tongue peircing and I almost groaned out loud.

She was still staring at me, and I made a snap decision. I pressed my lips to hers. 

Her eyelashes fluttered and her brows scrunched, and I pressed my lips harder to her, trying to erase the confusion and replace it with desire. I put my other hand at the small of her back and pulled her up to me. Her eyes closed completely, and she moaned into my mouth.

My eyes closed as well, and I tried to focus on the way she felt. In my mind flashed images of her naked smooth skin, and the bed behind her seemed more and more inviting. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I felt the cool steel of her peircing. I nibbled on her lips and gripped two handfuls of her ass in my hands, dragging her closer to me. 

Damn, she was all soft skin. Her breasts were smashed to my chest, and I felt the hardness beneath our shirts. I tipped her towards the bed, but her hands stopped me.

"Woah, big boy." Her eyes were hooded, and she licked her lips. 

"What..." I breathed.

"I am not about to have sex with you, after knowing you less than two days, right after meeting your ex-fiancee, maried or not." Her voice was amused.

"Right..." I backed up and she lay there, breathing deeply. 

"So what do you want to do?" I wiped my hands on my jeans. She sat up on the bed, placing her hands behind propping her up.

"Well one, where do you even live? If I'm going to be living with you, I need to know where I'll be staying." 

"Um, I live in L.A."

"No shit?" Her eyebrows were raised.

"Yeah, what about you?" She laughed.

"Same, I live in L.A. as an editor for L.A. Times. I'm a journalist."

"Wow... I'm a music producer." Her face fell.

"Are you like a real producer, or are you in your basement with bongos and a microphone?"

I laughed at her. "No, I'm a real music producer. I'm the head of Midnight Storm Productions (A.N. Midnight Storm is a fanfiction on tumblr that I love very much so credit to her- not my idea name wise- check out that fanfic at http://midnightstormfanfic.tumblr.com/ ) I work with just about everybody, Missy Elliot, Dr. Dre, David Guetta, Beyonce, Jay-Z..."

Her mouth was open. "What? I've heard of Midnight Storm! That's crazy...." She shook her head. "Alright, so when do you want to leave?" She looked up at me.

"Well, my tickets were for tonight, I was supposed to take my wife to Greece for 6 days..." Deja's smile dropped before it brightened again.

"Let's go! Technically I am your wife, so why should you miss a trip of a lifetime?" I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"You're right! We should go, I have the tickets in my room. The plane leaves at 8 tonight and it's only," I looked at my watch, "5pm. The airport is 15 minutes away and it'll take a little time to get through security..." I clapped my hands together. "Finish packing and I'll be back down here in less than 30 minutes."

"Okay." She beamed at me, and stood up.

"Be back soon." I walked out and took the elevator back up to my room.

Going into my room, I saw Laurent sitting on my bed. He stood up when I walked in.

"What's going on, bro?" I walked past him and started picking up my clothes.

"I'm getting on a plane to Greece in a couple of hours, to spend time with my wife on our honeymoon." Laurent's jaw dropped.

"So you're just going to kill a 13 year relationship with Selena for this new woman." I halted by the bathroom.

"Kill a thriteen year relationship? Lau, she cheated on me! And I don't think it was the first time."

"I understand that bro, but sometimes you got to forgive-"

"Bullshit, Lau. Whatever, you don't know what you're talking about..."

"Laina isn't mine." I turned to him.

"What?!" Laina was his 9 year old daughter. Gorgeous little girl, that Z had when she was 16 and Lau snatched her up, marrying her two year later. Lau's head was down, his thumb  fiddling with his ring. Z and Lau had been married  for 7 years and they had 4 children together, with one on the way. Laina: age 9, Kili: age 6, and their hellion twins Nehemiah and Nicholas at age 3. They had a baby girl on the way. I admit that Laina didn't quite look like the others; taking more of her mother's features while the other all had strong Bourgeois qualities- high cheekbones, strong nose, long lashes, and the signature curly hair. Laina had a small nose and straight hair and darker skin, but we just assumed it was her mother's dominant traits showing. 

"You heard me, Laina isn't mine. Z slept with her ex while we were together and got pregnant by him. He also left when she told him, so I took care of her like she was my own- because she was. Z and I known each other since the first grade, why throw that away because she messed up? We human, Larry, and this new chick is gonna mess with you head- I'm telling you." His voice was sorrowful.

"Why you never tell me, bro?" He sighed and looked up at me.

"Nobody know, Larry, not even Ma. You know what they would say. 'That's not your baby- it's a trap.' Blah, blah, blah, but I listen to my gut and Z and I happier than ever. She messed up one time but I love her anyway and we've gotten through that and look at us. Married 7 years, with 4 kids, and one on the way." He looked happy now, his face glowing as he talked about his family.

"That's nice, Lau, but I don't a baby to worry about. I have a cheating ex and I don't think it's going to work." Lau shook his head, and walked to the door. 

"I'll see you later, bro."

"Later." I shook my head as the door closed behind him, and continued packing up all my stuff. I had my luggage packed and I was checking my pockets for my key when I heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was the bellman to take my stuff, I opened it and Selena was standing there.

"Hi, Larry."