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Tom & Jerry

Scarlett

"So you fucked him  in the bathroom right?" Carmen asked loud enough that the people seated to the left of us could hear. Causing me to softly choke on my drink and my eyes to bulge. 

"No. Of course not." I squeezed through clenched teeth before waving off the unwanted attention. "What kind of a woman do you think I am?" I asked rolling my eyes softly.

"The kind with two eyes and a vagina who can all agree that that man is fine as hell." She laughed and I couldn't help but join her. It had been a few days since the encounter and I was happy to finally be able to sit down with Carmen and ask for some much needed advice. But judging from the direction this conversation had taken, she wasn't going to be much help.

"I couldn't do that to Drew." I admitted shamefully turning my attention to the ground. The truth was Michael had me pressed against the wall of the stall with my dress up my back in no time. His tongue had reintroduced itself to the back of my throat before I even dared come to my sense. Or at least the little I had left. For some reason the sound of him ripping at my thong lace panties was the thing that brought me back to reality. 

A wave of guilt suddenly swept over me and I pushed him away. I told him we couldn't do this. And to my surprise he didn't try and fight me on it. He simply stood back and placed his hands behind his back before rolling his shoulders. The way his eyes focused in on my face caused me to shift my weight uncomfortably as I struggled to pull my dress back down and smooth out any noticeable wrinkles. But I didn't leave. I couldn't leave. Although I knew I needed to. For some reason I just stood there like a lost puppy awaiting instructions. I didn't move until he dismissed me. I could still hear his baritone voice. "Go home Baby Doll. Before I change my mind." 

And just like that I scampered away. I made up some story about being sick and needing to lay down. Drew even offered to follow me home but I begged him not to. He was there on business and I didn't want to get in the way of that anymore than I already had. He finally agreed that I should go and promised to check on me later. I nearly ran to the valet. Happy to be away from Michael's presence. Away from whatever invisible hold he had on me. 

"Sooo ... What's the problem? Because it seems like you left that fine ass piece of meat on hard. Couldn't have been me. If he can get it up. Imma put it down." She giggled before winking.

"Drew got the job." I said less than enthused. 

"That should be a good thing. Right? ... I'm still confused." She shook her head from side to side before running her fork across her kale salad. 

"They're having a welcome party for him on a Michael's yacht tonight. Michael insisted that Drew bring me." I said nodding my head in her direction knowingly.

"Sooo ..." She quizzed tossing her free hand in the air over and over again completely oblivious as to my point. 

"So I feel like he only hired him to get closer to me. I mean why else would he insist that I come." I huffed, placing my arms across my chest and leaning back into my seat. 

Carmen darted her eyes around for a moment as if she was thinking. "Well I see it's either one of two things." She finally said. 

"What?" I eagerly asked placing my elbows on the table and my face in my palms.

"Either you're calling a spade a spade or ... you've got him all wrong Baby Doll." She shrugged her shoulders as if she had in fact answered all of my questions and cured all of my doubts. 

"What in the hell is that supposed to mean Car?" I gritted. Unhappy with her response. 

"Scar, honestly you have a bad habit of over-thinking every little thing Chica. And right now you're making this all about you. What if Michael was feeling you ... granted we both know he was. Whose to say that's the only reason Drew got the job. You said yourself he deserved it if not more." She said matter-of-factly. "You just told me you rejected Michael. Maybe he caught the hint. Maybe he insisted Drew bring you so he could apologize and clear the air. "

I allowed the things she had just said to register and suddenly felt a wave of insecurity. One that I hadn't in some time. Maybe I was making something out of nothing. "So you think I should go to the party." 

"Duh. Drew's your man right. So you gotta support him. If Michael still hasn't caught the hint then just tell him flat out that you're serious about Drew. And that what you guys had is in the past and no longer appropriate." She was right about one thing. "And what ever you do. Don't let him get you alone." She smirked. 

"Maybe I should just tell Drew the truth. You know I'm not good at hiding things or lying. I can't help but feel that eventually this whole thing is just gonna blow up in my face." I mean we were all adults. We all had a past. Why continue to lie?

"Are you out your rabid ass mind?! You lie. Lie. And then lie again fool. Unless your ass wanna end up single." She said pointing her fork in my face repeatedly. "The male ego is far more fragile than it may appear. Don't no man wanna find out that their girlfriend fucked their boss."

I rolled my eyes before sighing and flopping back into my seat. She was right. If I told Drew the truth things more than likely would end badly. "Guess I'm going the party." 

"Boats 'n' hoes. I gotta have me more boats 'n' hoes" She playfully began to sing. I threw my napkin at her head. 

Michael 

"I like this shirt on you." Tessa said before rubbing her finger down the part of my chest that was exposed. I pulled my shades down my nose and gave her that look. The one that let her know she had better get away from me before we didn't make it to my own party. 

But who was I kidding. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Scarlett was going to be there. I had no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't be there. I could tell that Drew was skeptical of my request but still eager to work with me. And he wasn't dumb enough to pass up such an extraordinary opportunity over some newly developed feelings he had for a female. This was potentially his big break. The man had been waiting his whole life for this. And there was little any woman could do to come between him and this. Regardless of how magical she was. 

Scarlett was indeed magic. And there was no denying that. But a man like Drew could never fully appreciate a woman like her. Not right now. Not in the midst of trying to chase down his dreams. I had been there and had done that. I had been in love a time or two. But I was hungry for success. So hungry that my need for success trumped my need for anything else. 

I was so busy giving my all to my career that I neglected my relationships. So rather than break any more hearts I decided to give my heart to the one thing I had always been sure about. My career. Now that all my hard work was starting to pay off my mind seemed to find time to wonder about other things. Like a serious relationship. Meeting someone who could potentially be a life partner. I knew what I wanted. Always had. And one thing for certain was a family of my own some day. A house full of kids and myself all lost under the spell of one magical woman. 

And as I stated before Scarlett was magic. It wasn't just a physical attraction that drew me to her. No, it was much more than that. It was almost as if her presence pulled me in. I could feel her long before I even spotted her. I had no idea what or who it was I was even looking for when I scanned the carpet that night. But as soon as our eyes connected everything made sense. I was being drawn to her. Guided into her light. Like a moth to a flame. Ready and willing to be completely consumed by her flame. 

I had my fair share of girls. Long before Tessa and quite a few with her. But none's taste lingered on my lips like Scarlett's had. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't forget about her. And before I even made up my mind completely I had stopped trying. Something in me wanted to give her everything in me. Physically, mentally and even dare I say emotionally. 

I could tell by the way she had reacted that we shared the same feelings. The only difference was she was scarred of hers. She could run from me all she wanted but she wouldn't get very far. Like I said before I had already made up my mind. Once I wanted something, I got it. Once the beast in me hungered for something ... someone they were as good as devoured. I'd only play this little game of cat and mouse with her for so long. I was never a big fan of Tom and Jerry anyway.