Necessity

Chapter Fourteen

I looked at myself in front of my 58"x 18.5" mirror hanging behind my bedroom door. The black lace bodysuit I wore hugged my figure in all of the right places, especially where my breasts were concerned. I picked up the wine glass that I had placed by my feet and took another sip hoping that it would keep me bold. So far, it had been doing it's job considering I hadn't cancelled yet. And considering what I was about to do, maybe Zonnique was right about the possibility that I may be going a bit out of my mind but I really wasn't trying to think about that right now. Seconds later, I heard a knock at the front door that made me jump. I knew that my company had finally arrived. I took my hair out of the messy bun that I had it in to keep it it out of my face while I had previously been doing my makeup. I used more eyeliner than I normally did to make my eyes stand out and make me appear even more daring. Then I followed that up with a red lip. After fluffing out my curls to my satisfaction and setting my wine glass back on the ground, I began to make my way to the door. As I opened it, there stood Jacob whose face more than indicated that what he saw before him was not what he was expecting. His mouth was agape as he analyzed me like I was a beautifully spread dinner table: good enough to eat with no clue where to start.

"Say something" I said in a low voice with a hint of worry in it.

I was beginning to get concerned that he might reject me and that was a possibility that I hadn't yet prepared myself for.

"I.......I thought you wanted to be just friends"

I put a hand on my hip in annoyance. Really? I was standing in front of him looking like this and he wants to try to give me a history lesson?

"Yeah well" I said taking him by the arm and pulling him into my apartment. "Plans change"

I closed and locked the door behind him before making my way into the bedroom.

"Bahja" he said as he followed behind me.

I ignored him as I climbed onto the bed kneeling into the mattress. Meanwhile, he stood at the foot of the bed still appearing to be unsure and a bit confused. I watched as his eyes moved from me to the area of the floor beside the bed. I followed his gaze to the unfinished glass of red wine on the floor.

"Are you drunk?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes leaning toward him in an effort to get a hold of his hands.

"Trust me, I'm well aware of what I'm doing right now, Jacob" I said pulling him toward me.

I had to crane my neck up a bit to meet his height and when I did, I quickly captured his lips with my own. His lips were soft and perfectly moist. I could've easily guessed that much just from looking at him. But even though I enjoyed kissing him and even though he was kissing me back, I could still sense his uncertainty lingering. I didn't have time for uncertainty. I needed him and I needed him right now. I took one of his hands that were still in mine and guided it to the middle of my thighs. Instead my actions had an opposite effect because before I could give him the chance to touch it, he pulled his face and hands away from me. Beyond irritated at this point, I harshly blew out through my mouth and laid down completely on the bed. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was gay.

"Bahja, what happened in Orlando?"

I raised a brow.

"Orlando? You wanna talk about my trip to Orlando right now?" I said motioning to my outfit.

"Yeah I do because just a few weeks ago, you were adamant on being just friends with me. Then you go on a weekend trip with your son's father and the second you return, you're suddenly all over me. What's up?"

I was beginning to get frustrated because it seems like no matter what I do, I can't just forget about Chresanto. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about, especially in the midst of me attempting to get some play. Honestly at this point, I was sick of talking about Chresanto period because in my experience, talking hasn't changed anything. Whether it's talking to Nique about Chresanto, talking to Cedric about Chresanto, talking to God about Chresanto, talking to Chresanto himself, I knew none of it would bring my family back together so what was the point?