Business Before Pleasure MxM (Staten Krown)

8

Is it wrong to say I don't have nothing for you?

We all were raised to believe double negatives were wrong.  Either you could help him or you could not help him.  When two negatives are used to communicate a negative, then the usage is ungrammatical. The reason for this is that two negatives actually cancel each other out and create an affirmative statement. For example, the sentence 'I don't have nothing for you' is ungrammatical because the presence of two negatives technically switches the meaning to an affirmative one, so that it means 'I have something for you.'

We are taking the elevator to the floor.  It's the most awkward elevator ride that I've ever had.  It's just me and Romelo.  I have done a walk of shame before, but never before did I have to go to the same goddam office as the person who I just had a one night stand with.  It wasn't even just that either.  Romelo was one of my best friends.

He looks at me he has something for me.

"So about last night..." he finally breaks the silence.

This is the last thing I want to hear from him.  When he says it my face turns a ghost.

"I don't remember about last night," I state.

"I don't remember too much about last night either," he states, "But according to my dick this morning, I would say we had a pretty good time."

He bites his lips.

"Let's just be mature adults and never speak about this again."

"It happened, Nile...we need to talk about this."

Jesus Christ.

"We are friends.  We are business partners.  Bad idea all around."

"Do I regret it?  Yes," he states making me exhale and actually feel better about things at the moment.  Romelo quickly switches that off with, "Would I do it again?  Probably."

"Romelo!"

"I promise you whatever last night was it wasn't a mistake.  Mr.  Mountain wouldn't feel so good  about himself if it was a mistake."

Romelo's nickname for his dick was Mr. Mountain.  The fact that I fucking knew that without hesitation proves that it was a mistake for us to have sex last night.

"Romelo.  It's not going to happen again."

"Why are you so scared to see what this is?"

Awkward.  He turns to me.  He gives me one of those smiles.  I'd seen Romelo give guys and girls these smiles a million times.  It's that dimple.  The kind of dimple that can sell water to a well.  If I was anyone but who I am I would fall for it hook line and sinker.   I knew Romelo though.  I'd seen Romelo sweet talk men out their 401k.  I'd seen Romelo use women like pieces of checkers on a chess board.  He was charming.  He was a Casanova.

And I knew his game from years of looking at these poor fools and realizing what they were.

"Last night shouldn't have happened."

"But it did.  For a  reason.  Drunk or not.  You can run from it all you like.  Make excuses if you want.  Hell I'll make one for you.  In your defense, the moon was full and you were left unsupervised," he smirks, "But we both know deep inside...last night was right."

He says it so easily.  He says it as though he is just saying anything.  I get off the elevator almost immediately.

~

I walk into the office.  Romelo isn't far behind me and I need to talk to Clapper.  I needed to find out what I had to do.  This thing with Romelo had gone way too far.  WAY too far.   I find Clapper drinking coffee by a window.