Chapter 8 DISCOVERIES

Still nine years earlier

DETROIT, MICHIGAN

A U R E L I A N O

Emotions swirl and clash in her eyes as she gazes at me. It's like staring at the turbulent water at the bottom of the sea.

"Come again." I ask, wondering if I really did hear her correctly.

"I said I gave him a drink to knock him out so he couldn't sleep with me. Isn't that what you wanted, though?" She looks at me, confusion clouding her face.

She doesn't know how spectacular she looks to me right about now.

"He told me pop and plain that he wanted to get into my pants, so we began kissing and he put his hands on me, right here." She points to her tiny boobs, making my jaw clench in anger. I know she's goading me. It's something she likes to do, knowing full well it pisses me of. "So I dragged him up and we rushed outside to his car where I fumbled with his belt. When that came off, I brought out his dick and sucked him off -----"

"WHAT??" I thunder, jumping off from the bed we're currently sitting on. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"I said I put my mouth on his dick and began sucking him off and then he fisted his hand in my hair and began grunting like a pig. At a point, I thought he was going to collapse, because his eyes began rolling to the back of his head, but then he slumped suddenly and that's when I knew the stuff I put in his drink worked."

At this juncture I don't know whether to marvel or crack a slap across her face. She's a fucking enigma. She did it to prevent me getting mad at her, yet here I am getting mad for the exact same thing she was trying to prevent.

"I'm sorry." She states calmly, eyeing me warily.

"Why are you sorry, though? It's not like we're anything to each other. It's no biggie. Don't get it twisted." I shrug, getting up from the bed and tugging on my boxers. We were just about to get down when she sprang the news about Dipo on me.

I can't get out of here fast enough. I need to make sure he's alright. She said she came straight here after he passed out in his car.

"I've got to go to him. He's my best friend, after all and ---"

"What sort of best friend are you, though? The kind that's been fucking the girl his best friend likes? The very same girl that's now your best friend's girlfriend, hmm?" She asks, smiling coyly at me.

I turn 180° back around to face her. She's twirling the edges of her jet black hair around her fingers and looking at me like a cat looks at his dinner.

"Not now, Roxy. Don't fucking test me, I'm not in the mood for this."

"Whatever!" She flicks her wrist in a dismissive gesture and rolls onto her side, away from me.

I'm back on the bed and by her side in two strides. "Don't you dare turn your back on me." I grab a hold of her hair as I pull down my boxers, springing lil boy free. I pull her face towards him and she smiles coyly as she takes him in - between her lips.

"Hmm! You're so tasty." She says, in between slurps. Maybe tastier than Dipo, I'm not sure, I have to go back for another taste to be sure." I grab a hold of her hair, fisting my hands inside it, and squeezing tightly. "Yes sugar, don't stop." She purrs, eyeing me from in - between my legs.

This time I jerk her head back, noticing tears pooling at the corner of her eyelids. "Yes, papi, don't stop. You're doing it right."

Lil boy swells to almost thrice his size in her mouth as she keeps sucking me off. When I'm about cumming, she pulls back and quickly lays on the bed while I jerk off on her.

Once I'm done, I stand up, dragging on my boxers that are still around my hips. I grab my jeans where I'd thrown them and slip them on, my fingers making quick work of the zipper.

"Run along now and take him home. I'll have to get dressed and be by his side when he wakes up. Gotta act like the doting girlfriend, right?" She laughs throatily.

I don't bother replying her. I stalk out of her room, seething with anger, but still steaming with desire.

Two weeks later see's me shadowing not Dipo . . . Roxy. Both of them, actually.

Everywhere they go, I follow, wearing dark shades and feeling like a bloody fool mooning over a woman for the first time in his life.

Wait!

It is the very first time in my nineteen years of existence that I've ever fallen in love with a female.

How I found myself stuck in this mess beats me, yet I'm not able to stop myself even if I tried.

Roxy has me wound around her little finger like candy stuck on wrapping paper.

If anyone had told me I'd be staring at my best friend kissing the girl I'm in love with, I'd have told that person to go to hell and stew there.

Who woulda thought it?

I, the resident free-styler, is head over fucking heels with a woman that thinks it's right to string two best friends along, just for the fun of it.

She claims she's never slept with Dipo. I'm leaning towards believing her white ass. Why, because Roxy is insatiable in the sack. She comes straight from the so - called dates of theirs and practically tears my clothes off me.

This makes me even more crazy for her, so now I'm the one who keeps sniffing around her like a dog in heat, and not enjoying every moment of it.

I watch from across the road as she bends her head for Dipo to plant a wet, muggy kiss on her forehead. Then I watch as she tilts his head up and plants a seductive kiss on his lips.

I've had enough of this.

I throw the to - go cup of coffee from my hand onto the ground, lift up from my perch against my car, and stride across the street, not minding the honks from some impatient drivers. I yank the door open and cringe as the overhead bell signals my entry.

They both look up, but only Dipo looks surprised to see me.

She knows, yes she knows I've been shadowing her all this while. I can see it in her eyes.

"The king? What're you doing here? Dipo looks up, and my gut twists with jealousy on seeing Roxy's pale coral lipstick pasted boldly on his lips.

I raise a hand to him in greeting and flash a tight - lipped smile, but don't break my stride as I keep walking towards the counter to order something I know I won't drink. I've already downed three cups of coffee and my nerves are already stretched taut.

From the corner of my eyes, I notice Roxy looking at me with a sly smile on her face. Once I situate myself on a stool in front of the counter and order the fourth cup of coffee, I decide to sip it, not minding the sting that hits my tongue from how piping hot it is.

Dipo strolls over to me, confidence oozing from every corner of his pores. I feel sorry for him. Now he feels like he's on top of the world just 'cause he thinks he's got a girlfriend. What he doesn't know is he's got my sloppy seconds. But sloppy or not, I still want her --- badly.

"Hey dude, I've got another nickname for you. Loooser!" He grins widely as he looks at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking confused.

"You know that bet we had?" He places a hand on my shoulder, and continues speaking without waiting for me to reply. "Well you lost it." He looks pleased with himself as he hops onto the stool beside me and regards me with a look that says 'I told you so.'

This dude needs to know that my dick was in his girlfriend's  mouth that same night he was knocked out by her.

I'm going to wipe out that smug smile from his face, so I turn fully to look at him, smirking as I throw a look at Roxy, winking at her in the process.

"Well then, what if I told you that you actually lost?" I arch a brow and smirk at him as I continue speaking. "The very same night you took your girlfriend to dinner, hmm?!"

I can tell you this for a fact; I don't know what happened next, nor how it even transpired.

One minute I'm opening my mouth to sing like a parrot, and the next, Roxy is by my side, pouring hot scalding coffee all over my sky - blue, over - priced new $100 Jeans. "WHAT THE FUCK?" My voice booms out loudly, making the waitress behind the counter wince.

"Oh I'm so very sorry, I'm such a clutz some times. Can you ever forgive me?" Her bright eyes pierce holes into me as she gazes at me with anything but remorse. She looks at me pointedly and jerks her head towards the direction of the toilet, but I furrow my brows and pretend I don't understand what she's talking about, choosing to take a peek at Dipo instead.

Let's see what he has to say about this, seeing as his girlfriend's hand is resting solidly on my thigh, refusing to budge.

What I see almost makes me puke in disgust at how stupid he really is. He beams at her like she's Florence Nightingale ready to do a good deed, when she's in fact trying to save her own hide.

"Please, let me take you to the toilet to clean up." Her eyes are pleading now as she stares at me, a softening overshadowing the initial hardness I saw some seconds ago.

"Go with her, let her help you clean up." Dipo echoes with a stupid smile on his face.

I shrug her hand off, the one that's still resting on my thigh, and stride off in the direction of the toilet, with her fast on my heels.

Before I can open the door to the male toilet, she puts a hand on my arm and comes to stand in front of me, effectively blocking me from entering it. Darting her eyes towards the direction we're coming from, she snakes out her tongue and licks her lips furtively. "Um . . . I had to get you out of there. I deliberately spilt coffee on you so I could talk to you alone. Don't do it, Aureliano, don't ruin what Dipo and I have, just because of your jealousy."

I'm so taken aback, that all I can do is stare at her with my bottom jaw unhinged.  "Wha . . . what are you saying?" My breath hitches as I wait for her response.

She fixes me with a glare; the type that makes me know she's about to say something bad. "Don't ruin this for me. I really like Dipo. He's like a breath of fresh air, he's different and I want. . . " The serious expression on her face changes to one of nervousness. She drops her head and stares at the floor, as her hand toys mindlessly with the edge of her dress, unknowingly lifting it up and flashing her toned laps. Not a second later, she lifts her head back up, and assesses me with a sad look. "I want this thing between Dipo and I to last, more than I've ever wanted what you and I both had, so please get a reign on your emotions because we can't continue seeing each other in secret. It's over!"

With those last parting words, she walks off, leaving my heart in pieces all over the floor.

All I can think of now is if I'll ever be able to get rid of the stain on my Jeans that's now forming a sickly brown pattern, reminding me of how much of a loser I really am.