Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 20

Delaine

            R.I.P. to the girl you used to see.

            Her days are over, baby she’s over.

            My phone blared through the stillness of my apartment. I glanced over to it and Michael’s face displayed itself across the screen.

            It’s been days since that event at Alicia’s house and he deserved to get some answers from me. But, I just could not bring myself to do it.

            Heartfelt conversations are not something to do over the phone, but I know if I invited him over, I’d relapse and do the same thing I did.

            I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

            “Hello?” I answered.

            “Delaine?” He gasped.

            “Hey, Michael.”

            He was silent for a while.

            “Is there something that you called me for?”

            “Umm, yeah.” He breathed. “But, I want to talk to you in person.”

            “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

            “Dee, please. I could take you to dinner or something.”

            I chewed on the inside of my cheeks and weighed my options.

            “Fine.” I finally spoke.

            “Really?” He asked.

            “Yeah. When?”

            “Umm,” He cleared his throat. “What about tomorrow?” He asked.

            “Sure. I’ll see you then.” I said.

            “Alright.” I heard him smile.

            “Bye.” I hung up the phone.

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          “You did what?” Alicia asked. I just told her about me agreeing to go to dinner with Michael.

            “I’m confused by your actions. First you’re arguing, then you’re fucking, then you’re arguing again. Now, you’re going to dinner with him.”

            “I know it seems weird, but we need to talk without arguing.” I explained. I held up a dress to my body.

            She made a face and shook her head. “Why do you even own that dress, it’s hideous.”

            “No it’s not!” I defended. “It’s Givenchy.”

            “I have no idea what was going through Hubert Givenchy’s brain when he designed that dress.” She said.

            I rolled my eyes.

            “Go sit down and I’ll look for something.” She commanded.

            I sat on the bed as she scrimmaged through my closet.

            “All I’m saying is that, I think you’re playing with not only his emotions, but yours. You need to make up your mind.” She said, going back to the original conversation.

            “I hear what you’re saying, Alicia.”

            “I know you can hear me, but are you listening?”

            I rolled my eyes and brought two fingers up to my temple, like a gun. I jerked my hand back and threw my body onto the bed.

            She walked back into the bedroom and I sat up.

            “What about this one?” She questioned.

            It was a red, strapless, bandage dress. It was too short and revealing.

            “Are you aware that I’m going to dinner and not to the club?” I quipped.

            “Obviously, but you gotta make him see what he would be giving up.”

            “Yeah, but not that one.” I sighed.

            She went back into the closet and got out a blue, asymmetrical dress with black accents.

            “This is cute.” She said.

            “Yeah. You know I bought that dress like years ago. Never wore it. I don’t even know if it still fits me.”

            “Go try it on.” She commanded. I got off the bed and took the dress.

            I took off my shirt and pants and slid the dress over my head and onto my body.

            It was a bit short, but it was suitable for dinner.

            “Damn, you look fine as hell.” Alicia complimented.

            “You think so?” I strolled to the full-length mirror and looked at myself. My boobs looked good. I turned around and checked out what this dress did to my ass. My ass looked perfect.

            “I guess I do.” I agreed.

            “Bitch, don’t get big headed.”

            We laughed together.

**

            I drove up to this nice restaurant. A champagne colored light emanated from the restaurant, creating a glow on the already light streets.

            I got out my car and handed my keys to the valet. He jumped in my car and drove it into the designated parking.

            He came back and handed me my keys. He handed me a ticket and I put it in my purse.

            “Thanks.” I said to him.

            “You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

            “You too.” I responded.

            I opened the door and strolled to the hostess.

            “Hello, do you have a reservation.”

            “Yes, I believe it’s under Michael Stevenson.”

            She looked at her book.

            “Ahh, yes. Mr. Stevenson selected a private room for you two.”

            I sighed heavily. That’s what I was trying to avoid.

            “Follow me, Mrs. Stevenson.”

            I shuddered. It was weird to be called, ‘Mrs. Stevenson’.

            We walked through the restaurant, pass people dining. We got to the room.

            “Mr. Stevenson, your guest has arrived.” The hostess announced as we entered the room.

            Michael turned around and we locked eyes.

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