Divine Interlude, Gemini [best beach reads of all time txt] 📗

to thank me for howling at you”, I replied. Charlene smiled, “well then thank you for getting me out of the rain, I have a phobia about driving in the rain and Marcus you really do have a beautiful voice. We both smiled at each other. I led Charlene to the couch, she sat down, put her feet up and got real comfortable. I liked the fact that Charlene got comfortable, that made me feel at ease. I picked up the remote to my fireplace, turned it on and sat down beside Charlene. “Are you trying to impress me”, Charlene jokingly questioned. “No not at all, but is it working”, I replied. “It has been working from the moment you opened your mouth at the after party”, Charlene said with an intense look on her face, as a way to let me know she meant each and every word. It was a look that told me this is the reason that I’m here. Her words made love to my mind. I had been in so many meaningless relationships after breaking up with Tamara, a woman I spent 7 years of my life building and rebuilding until finally realizing without a strong foundation we could never stand. Charlene brought out the playful side in me. A side I haven’t seen in quite sometime. My Saturday nights usually end up with a late night booty call. A woman that calls and ask me to come by her place before I go home. Most of the women I have been dealing with haven’t even seen my place, and the few that have, it wasn’t my living room that we spent our time in. Charlene looked me in my eyes and said, “Marcus what are you looking for”, the questioned surprised me. We had been talking about everything from old hairstyles as she looked at some of my photo albums, which showed my silky jerry curl to the way music had changed, as we listened to R Kelly talk about his woman reminding him of starting his car. We kept the serious talk to a minimum, It was a path I haven’t been down in awhile. Everything about Charlene and I was different. So before I answered Charlene’s question I thought about the things I felt I have been missing in my life. The lonely nights after I left my booty calls house and came home to a empty bed, the days I just wanted to talk about my thoughts or dreams and not feel like it was going in one ear and out of the other. Lately the women I had been dealing with only seemed to entertain my thoughts because of the free meal, every once and awhile I would hear an uninterested un huh, or oh really in between chews, but none of them really added much depth to the conversation. I missed conversation. I missed the commitment of being committed. The loyalty, the trust, and the passion of making love. “This, this is what I’m looking for Charlene”, I confessed. I said it to her but I also realized that I had not thought about what I wanted in sometime, and to hear myself say it made me realize how much I had been missing out on. Her faced glowed and it looked as if water had formed in the corners of her eyes. These were words she had been waiting to hear for sometime, it told me she had her share of bad relationships, but she would not allow her baggage to make her cold and distance. She was an optimist who believed that love and romance existed in a place she had not been before. Therefore she would not give up on the possibilities. Charlene and I put a few pillows in front of the fireplace, we laid there and continued our conversation. The deeper we got into our conversation, the closer I felt to Charlene, I stroked her hands and arms as she spoke.

Chapter 3

At some point in the middle of the night, Marcus and I feel asleep in the comfort of each others arms. A few times I woke up and just starred at Marcus, watched him sleep, pinched myself to see if this was real. Was I really in this man’s house I had only met several hours ago. This wasn’t my style. I was out of character, but I was comfortable. After I dropped my girl Kenya off, she must have sensed I was up to something. On any normal night after hanging out, I would have crashed at her place, but not tonight I had other things on my mind. She called my cell phone before I could get out of her driveway. “Charlene are you ok to drive”, with the sounds of Floetry’s song “say yes” I replied “yeah girl I’m cool”. “You going home, right?” she said, trying to be noisy. “I’m going where I’m going”, I responded. Then before she could respond I said well girl have a good flight, call me when you get there so I can give you the details, “details on what” she interrupted. On me seducing Marcus. I could hear her jaw drop, I said bye, I love you and hung up the phone. It took me quite some time before I decided to call Marcus. I didn’t want to seem to forward, which can also be taken for being easy, neither of which I am. Marcus made me want to lose that good girl image, he made me want him in the worst way. I figured I could hook up with Marcus, screw his brains out and if things didn’t go any further I could at least say I lived on the edge once in my life. I looked at his phone number about 3 times, dialed the number at least 7 got scared and ended the call before hitting send on my cell phone. Then out of nowhere I saw a sign that gave me all the inspiration I needed. While driving pass the Nike Sportsplex there was a poster board with one of the original Michael Jordon and Mars Landing advertisements. Saying in bold letters “JUST DO IT”. They had been running these old advertisements ever since rumors had surfaced that Jordon was making another comeback for what seems to be the fifth time. I decided to do just that, I called Marcus. The phone rang a few times, I looked at my clock and saw how late it was and thought maybe Marcus was sleep or maybe one of the women that went out of there way to speak to Marcus at the party had beat me to the punch. Had there legs wrapped around him the way I intended to. Marcus was very popular, and almost every woman there went out of there way to get his attention. Marcus introduced me as his special friend when people came up to him, that impressed me. For one it showed me he wasn’t at all interested in those women and it showed he had respect for people. The power he seemed to have over people made him very sexy he demanded all eyes on him but he wasn’t arrogant about it. Marcus was able to work a room very well yet he made me feel like I had his undivided attention. When I arrived at Marcus house I sat in the drive way trying to find a reason to turn around and leave but then I caught a glimpse of Marcus standing in his doorway. His frame was stern and masculine. His arms were large and comforting, but not too large that it made some women look past him for one of two reasons. One if that fool got out of line and hit you, you might not recover and two if his arms were that big he might be lacking somewhere else. I thought about the last words Marcus said to me, “I hope to see you again very soon”, his words were so meaningful and sincere and he looked me in my eyes as he said it, something not to many men do. Although I am sure Marcus got a few glances of my body at some point throughout the evening, if he did he wasn’t obvious with it and it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. I am not the young naive girl I used to be, but Marcus told me things I wanted to hear and he said them the way I wanted them to be said. I got out of my car and walked to Marcus front door anxious to see the man that had abducted my thoughts for the past several hours. As I entered I thought for a second how it felt to come home and have someone waiting there for you. As I recalled I ended a three year relationship on the fantasy of having someone there. I met my ex Lamar while I was in college, he was fine, smart and a college hoop star. He had everything going for himself, but he was well grounded and down to earth. He was the first man to treat me like a queen and he promised that if I gave him the chance I would know what love felt like. In the beginning I was skeptical because he was popular and all the girls wanted him because he was a NBA prospect. Lamar showed me and everyone at school that he was dedicated to me when he proposed to me during half time of one of his biggest televised games. I was in tears as I accepted his proposal. We decided to get married once we both graduated. After Lamar blew out his knee the NBA scouts stop calling and he was not drafted. He was depressed for awhile and that postponed our plans. Together we got through some difficult times as we moved on and led a happy life together, that is until the day he broke my heart. I was having a bad day at work when I decided I was going to leave at lunch, go home and let my man relieve my stress. As I opened the door Lamar had his Timberlands and clothes sprawled out in the living room, I heard the shower running and immediately started to take my clothes off, I was going to take him in the shower. That was even better for my schedule, I could screw my man, take a quick shower and go back to work all in under a hour and a half. When I got close to the bathroom door I heard moans and grunts, not moans and grunts like this motherfucker was constipated and trying to shit, but like this fool had some bitch in my house, given her my dick. I grabbed the door and then realized I was going in empty handed, I wasn’t sure this could be a big bitch so I had to be prepared. I went to the closet by the front door to get the bat I kept there, I use it when I answer the door. Even though I wasn’t in the hood no more, old habits die hard besides these fools nowadays have good credit with nice cars and will drive right up to your door in the suburbs with some hood shit. When I got back to the bathroom the moans had intensified. I busted in the door, pulled the shower curtain back and was disgusted by what I saw. After I called Lamar every punk and bitch in the book, I broke down and just cried. “Lamar I trusted you”, “I gave you money out of my pocket to start your company and you repay me by fucking your business partner”, I yelled. I was shocked, hurt and surprised as hell, his business partner was always over at