As soon as I got back on the road. I saw a text from Quiana coming across the screen of my truck. I clicked on her message.
Baby Sis: I know you fucking lying, Quentin.
I laughed but didn’t respond and drove toward the club. I was ready to get this shit over with.
***
“Here, Q!” Quiana screamed over the music as she extended the shot toward me. We had been in the club for less than an hour, and I was already four shots and a cup of 1942 and Red Bull in. I hadn’t even been this drunk in Turks when Sha was handing out tequila like it was water. I was always told never to party with athletes and rappers, and now I know why. They were doing their best to get me to their level.
The club was packed from wall to wall. I scanned the floor, and just as I did, I caught a set of eyes watching me. I blinked a couple of times, thinking that the liquor may have been playing tricks on me. But it wasn’t.
“Get up right quick,” I tapped the thigh of Quiana’s friend, who had been sitting on my lap and dancing on me all night. We never had any dealings, but after I got asked to come into the back room one too many times, I let her sit there.
She rose, and I stood from the sofa, and it felt like my head was spinning. I shook it in an effort to get myself together before making my way through the crowd, trying to find that bright red dress that I knew I had just seen. I saw it hurrying into the women’s bathroom.
Not giving a fuck, I walked right in behind her.
Just as she was going into the stall, I caught her waist and nuzzled my face into her neck. She jumped in surprise, but then her body relaxed against mine. I knew that my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I knew this body, this woman, from anywhere.
“Why are you running from me, B?” I questioned her as I guided her into a stall and locked it behind us.
She turned toward me in a panic, “Q! This is the women’s bathroom!” she protested in a harsh whisper.
“Answer me,” I disregarded her tone and reached out to touch her chin.
It had been a few months since I had spoken to Breeze. I texted her to tell her I had a pair of diamond earrings she had given me before we went snorkeling in the ocean, and I saw that she had blocked my number. Despite how good the sex was, or how many times I had made her cum on my dick, I understood that Breeze and I would never be more than what we were. But it fucked me up when she blocked me because it made me wonderif I had done something to her. I kept replaying every moment of the trip, but I came up with nothing each time.
Her eyes roamed mine before they fell to the floor, and I could tell she was battling with herself over whether she wanted to give me an answer or not.
“I did something to you, B?” I questioned.
“What? No.” Her eyes shot up to me. It eased my mind. “I just felt like it was too deep.” She finished.
“Too deep for who?”
“Me! No matter how much I don’t want to admit it, I think it was just going to be a disaster. I’d always be craving a feeling that I get from…”
Her words trailed off as she stopped herself from finishing the statement, like she had already said too much.
I nodded. I didn’t need her to finish the statement because I already knew what she meant. Our chemistry was crazy. And the sex once she finally got comfortable with me was next level. But it’s my job to be realistic, and Breeze was the wife of another man.
I took a couple of steps toward her, and she backed up until she was halted by the sink in the stall. I picked her up and sat her on it and rubbed the spread of her hips.
She looked at me with wide eyes, and I could see the battle that she was having, and I was sure that she could see mine. But I didn’t give a fuck about what she was saying at the moment. I miss her.
I tilted her head toward me and kissed her. At first, it was just a couple of soft pecks on her lips, and then I slowly parted them with my tongue. She didn’t fight the kiss, but she didn’t give in to it at first either. I could feel all her restraint leaving. Her hands went from resting in her lap, to on my chest, and then thrown around my neck.
She deepened the kiss, held my head, and moaned. Then she pushed me back, and her eyes fell to her lap. I leaned my forehead against hers and then exhaled. I stood straight up and adjusted my dick in my pants and then took a couple of steps back from her. I could tell that she was fighting her own feelings, and I wasn’t in the business of adding to that.
“Take care, B,” I grabbed her hand to help her down from the sink. Instead of allowing me to, she grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her.
She looked up from her lap with the craziest expression and said, “Q, I can’t get past the fact that my body craves you. Still, even after all this time.”
Again, I understood what she meant. I could be at the red light and have a flashback of her on her knees in front of me, or how she moaned when I was buried between her legs, and my shit would be rock hard in seconds.
“I get it, B. I feel the same way. But I respect your decision, come on, let’s go,” I said, stepping back and extending my hand for a second time.
“Quentinnnn,” She whined, pouting, with her lips out.
