18. Scar
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SCAR
I didn’t know who the fuck was banging on my door, but they were pissing me the fuck off, interrupting me and shit. I was gon’ take Doll’s ass for another round had they not knocked on my door.
Yanking the door open, I barked, “What!” and my heart stopped in my chest. Chante stood there with her Louis Vuitton luggage in tow behind her. A wide grin plastered on her face that suddenly turned into a frown when she heard Doll’s voice.
“Tell ’em I didn’t mean to be too loud.” Doll stopped behind me and Chante peeked her head ’round at her. “Uh, who’s that?” Doll questioned me.
“Really, Scar? I came here to fucking surprise you and you’re in here with someone else.” Chante folded her arms ’cross her chest and mugged me. She knew that I messed with other women. I didn’t keep the shit no secret from her. She didn’t have an issued with it long as I kept ’em separated, but she couldn’t blame me for some shit when I didn’t know she was gon’ pop up on my ass.
Out of respect for her, I tried to keep all the other women away from her. Though she claimed she was fine with it, I know the shit hurt her feelings whenever she encountered one. Then she got to asking questions ’bout when were we gon’ take things to the next level and I have to ease up on her ass for a while.
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
“I’m just gonna…” Doll slipped past me and Chante and headed down the hallway.
“How long you been fucking her?” She pointed in Doll’s direction with her thumb.
“Not that long. You gon’ come in or stay out there in the hallway?” Chante poked her tongue in her jaw and rolled her luggage into the room behind her.
I shut the door and said, “Let me hop in the shower right quick. You can make yourself comfortable.”
Chante rolled her eyes and I brushed the shit off. She was gon’ be walking ’round here with her ass on her shoulders for the remainder of the day. I trotted down the hallway to the bedroom and jumped straight into the shower to wash Doll’s scent off me. I ain’t feel right standing there talking to her while Doll’s juices coated my dick.
When I got out the shower, I tossed on a t-shirt and some basketball shorts then met Chante back in the living room. She had made herself comfortable on the couch with a bottle of wine. Shit looked to already be half empty.
I plopped down beside her and tugged her into my embrace. My lips caressed her temple and I said, “I missed you, girl.”
“It damn sure don’t look like it to me.” She pulled away from me and took a sip from her wine.
“Can we really not do this shit right now? You flew out here to spend time with me. Let’s not ruin the moment.”
“Whatever. I’m hungry,” she replied and lifted to her feet.
I took Chante and let her explore the resort after we had lunch. She finally stopped being so angry with me. We actually had a great time spending the day together.
We returned back to my suite and Chante wanted to go in the bathroom and take a shower so we could get ready for bed. I tossed myself against the bed and pulled out my phone to hit up Pun. We hadn’t heard shit from his ass after we made that trip to Montgomery, and he was starting to look suspect as hell. If the nigga didn’t turn up soon, I was putting an APB out on his ass, dead or alive.
Something slapped me in the face, grasping my attention. I picked it up from my chest and saw that it was a pair of lace black panties. Chante stood in the bathroom doorway with her hands resting on her hips. She was still fully clothed, so that only meant the panties belonged to Doll.
“Why one woman can’t be good enough for you?”
Here she comes with the bullshit.
“We just had a good ass day, Chante, please don’t start.”
“I be tired of sharing you.”
“I ain’t holding you hostage, Tae.”
Pouting, she made her way over to the edge of the bed and took a seat on it. “It’s not fair. I’ve been around for years and you still haven’t made me your girl. I thought that if I stayed ’round and did whatever you wanted me to, you’d finally make me yours. We’re good together.” She faced me and tears streamed her cheeks. This was the shit I always tried to avoid. “I love you, Scar, you know that. I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but you.”
“Tae, I keep telling you that I ain’t ready to be tied down yet.”
“You’re ’bout to be thirty! You’re not young anymore! What the hell are you talking ’bout! By time you have kids yo’ ass gon’ be in a nursing home!” I never even spoke to her ’bout wanting kids, so I had the slightest clue where that comment came from.
“I ain’t ready.” I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I slipped Doll’s panties into the drawer before Chante entered the doorway.
“I just don’t understand you.”
“That makes two of us.” I brushed past her and exited the bathroom. Opening the nightstand, I grabbed the Ziploc filled with weed and some backwoods, and tread toward the door.
“Where you going!” she screamed behind me.
“I need to ease my fucking mind,” I told her and exited the suite.