“You see Randa, everything you say and everything I feel, always leads me back to the same point. And I just can't seem to get past that. And I don't think I ever will.”
“In time Marcus, I hope you open up your heart and forgive me.”
“In time, maybe.”
“What about now?”
“Excuse me.”
“What about right now?”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No. I haven't lost my mind. I want you Marcus. I want to see you. I want to make love to you.”
“Like I said, you're old enough for your wants to hurt you.”
“But you can ease my pain, Marcus. Only you can ease my pain. Can I see you?”
“When?”
“Now.”
“No.”
“I know you still love me. You said so yourself. You know you still want me. I can hear it in your voice.”
“No you don't.”
“Come on now, Marcus, I didn't just meet you. I could hear you longing to be inside me.”
“You're wrong.”
“Tell that to somebody who doesn't know you. Can I come by and make love to you, Marcus? I promise that I won't say a word. I'll just take off my clothes and make love to you.”
“No.”
“Please Marcus, just talking to you, hearing your voice has made my body ache for you.”
“No, Randa.”
“No strings attached. Just straight up sex.”
“No Randa, this is not going to happen.”
“I'm on my way.”
“I won't be here,” Marcus said as he hung up the phone.
The question now was, was she really on her way? He knew Randa to be a woman who went after want she wanted. She was on her way, no doubt. Randa was on her way to use her formidable sexuality to make her point. They belonged together. They were two halves of the same whole. But those days were long gone. Marcus finished his drink and when went in the bedroom. Lay across his bed. Now he had a question for himself. Was he going to allow her to do it? If he chose to be honest with himself, he'd have to admit that he wanted her. That Randa was right when she said that every now and then shit wasn't cutting it. It was great for not allowing anybody to get close to him, but it did nothing to satisfy his formidable sexual appetite.
For him the decision was easy. Randa betrayed everything they were. She took everything from him that day. And a good fuck wouldn't change that. He got up from the bed before thoughts of seeing Randa come through that door naked changed his mind. He quickly went into the closet and pulled out a suitcase. He threw a few things in the bag, then carried it unzipped to the bar and threw in a bottle of Hennessy. Marcus zipped up his bag and was on his way out the door when he remember that he told Carmen to call him at home if he had any questions. He put his bag down and went to the phone. He dialed 411.
“Directory assistance. What city?”
“Atlanta.”
“What number?”