enigma.

eleven

"Bill! Hi."I smiled really big and got up to hug him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"I whispered as he hugged me back.

"Tish told me you wanted me to come over because you missed me. I told her we had just talked but she insisted."He whispered back before pulling away.

"I haven't seen you since...the comedy show, right? How are you?"I continued my fake surprised act. It wasn't hard but knowing I had sex with this man literally two weeks ago sat in the back of my mind.

"I'm well. Hey Rene, I ain't even see you over there."Bill walked over and gave Rene a handshake.

"Bill..have a seat. I'll tell Andre to bring you a salad and wine."I kept that same smile on my face to cover up the fact that my insides were about to die.  "Latisha, why don't you come with me. I might need help  if he's done cooking."

"Oh no. I'm good on the salad."Bill chuckled and sat in the seat next to Rene's father. That made him directly across from the seat I'd be sitting in.

Tish gave me a look before getting up to follow me in the kitchen. I closed the door behind us and jumped onto the counter.

"What is your problem? Why would you bring him here?"I instantly cut into her.

"I honestly forgot Rene's parents were going to be here. I didn't mean any harm boo."Tish carelessly shrugged her shoulders.

"Even still. It's one thing to see him in public, but bringing him into the home I share with Rene is a different kind of low. I jus—"I started to say something, but stopped myself. "Andre how long on the food?"

"It should be done in about 10 minutes."He replied.

"We have enough for two more?"I asked him.

"Yes, ma'am. I had made more than enough in case you got hungry later."

"Ok... Ok.....Ok."I breathed in and out.

I knew how attracted I was to this man. Drinking wine and having him sit next to me was definitely not a good idea, but I was going to have to make this work.

"Is everything ok, Janet?"Andre asked me.

He didn't know.

"Just fill up my glass again. I need it."I sighed and walked back to the table. There was a conversation going on, but I didn't know about what.

Tish and I both joined the table once again. Andre filled up my wine glass once again and Rene's mother turned up her nose.

"Baby, that's fifth glass of wine. I think you should slow down."Rene sat his hand on my thigh.

"I'm aware. I can count."I picked up my glass and drank from it again.

Defeated, Rene didn't say anything back. He knew better.