Page 6 of U + Me : The Finale
I never used to like taking baths until I moved out on my own. There was no feeling that felt better than relaxing in some hot water while soaking in the tub. I had a TV screen mounted on the wall across from the tub that was playing a fireplace scene helping to set the tone.
As soon as I submerged my body into the steaming hot water, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.
“Alexa, play my A Lil of This-Lil of That, playlist on Spotify, on smart-shuffle.”
“Playing Lil of This-Lil of That on smart-shuffle.” Alexa responded then seconds later,Virginby Chico DeBarge started playing.
Of all the songs, it was crazy that this was the one that played first. I laid my head back on the tub pillow and closed my eyes as I sang along to the lyrics. As much as I had been trying my best to avoid it, thoughts of Darius flooded my mind. After Darius moved away, this song used to always make me think about him…us, what could have been. I gave him my virginity, and I have no regrets about that, but I never imagined that he would leave, and we’d lose contact like we did. According to him it was always supposed to be him plus me, but somewhere along the way, all of that no longer mattered to him. I looked down at my finger tattoo then looked away.
Part of me felt like it was my fault that we lost contact, and in some ways, I couldn’t even blame Darius for moving on from me. When Darius came to my rescue, he legit risked it all for me then it was like once he was away from all of my drama he moved on from me. He hurt me real bad, and I was deep in my feelings for a while about that and I couldn’t even say I was fully over him. That’s why I hauled ass when I saw him the other night. He was the reason why I never really wanted to ever get close to another nigga. I went through a whole hoe-phase just to get my needs handled with no strings attached for a good minute.
Darius and I connected on a level that I had never connected with another person before and like a high from a drug, I’d been chasing that feeling and connection ever since. Looking down at the tattoo on my finger again, all I could think about was the day that we went to go get them.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the hell out of him, but at the same time, seeing him again, put me in a weird mental space. Iwas caught off guard and just as I was about to open up to him, Dymond walked up and reminded me what it really was. Darius was always for the streets when it came to females so technically, I shouldn’t have been surprised; but at this grown age that I was now, I had no intentions of moving like I did back when we were in high school.
As I lay in the tub and reminisced about the past, I could’ve sworn I heard knocking at my door.
“Alexa, turn the music down a lil.” I called out and as soon as the music stopped, I heard the knocking again.
The only person that could be knocking at my door was Claudia, so I stepped out of the tub, put on my bathrobe then went to answer the door.
“Damn, ‘bout time, sis. I been calling yo butt all day,” I said as I answered the door, not even peeking out the peephole first. But when I realized who was really standing there, my heart damn near dropped out of my chest. “What the hell! What are you doing here?”
DARIUS
Muttby Leon Thomas and Chris Brown was flowing through the speakers of the 2024 BMW 7 Series rental as I coasted down Lake Shore Drive en route to pull up on KK. This song sang to my soul because in real life I was a straight up dog, but I had given my heart to KK a long time ago and now I couldn’t rest until I got her back in my arms. I was only a dog because I couldn’t have the female that I wanted.
Claudia wouldn’t give me any information on how I could find KK, but she did confirm that I did in fact have the right cell number for KK. Apparently, all this time she had just been ignoring my calls and choosing to not respond to my text messages, and she had every right to do me that way. For a minute I wasn’t calling her, answering her calls, or responding to her text messages, and I regret that shit every day. It truly wasn’t her fault that I had ghosted her. I was dead wrong for that shit and now that I had seen her again, I planned to do whatever I needed to in order to get her back in my life.
Ermias and I talked earlier today, and he was still with Claudia. I was finally able to get some helpful information out of her. Claudia told me that KK lived in the same building as she did, but she wasn’t about to give me her condo number. Shelet me know that she hadn’t talked to KK since the other night and she didn’t know where she was mentally, and she wasn’t comfortable giving me her information not knowing how KK felt about it.
I couldn’t do anything but respect that, but once Ermias texted me the address to the high rise she stayed at, I did a little digging and found out KK’s condo number. Now here I was staring her in the face and standing inside her condo while she stood in front of me in a bathrobe looking sexier than a muthafucka.
“What’s good, baby?”
“How did you find out where I live at?”
“Got me blocked and shit, I had to pull up. We got a conversation to finish.”
“What the hell? How did you get my address?”
“When I wanna know something, I find that shit out. Just like I found out you got me blocked from everything including your social media. You really made sure a nigga couldn’t get at you. Why?”
“Are we really ‘bout to do this right now?”
“That’s what the fuck I’m here for.”
“You just popped up out of nowhere.” KK huffed as she stood to the side so that I could enter her place. I could’ve stood there admiring her fine ass all day as I looked her up and down seductively.
“Did I interrupt anything? You got company or sum?” I wasn’t sure so I asked since she was only dressed in a bathrobe.
“Uh, I mean…No, I’m alone.” KK stumbled over her words.
“So, then what’s up? No better time than now then.” I beamed, taken aback by her natural beauty. The plush, yellow terry cloth bathrobe complimented her skin tone perfectly.
KK was always beautiful but now she had aged perfectly. I couldn’t find one thing wrong with her other than the wayshe was looking at me. The way her eyes were filled with disappointment truly hurt me because I knew that I was the cause of her disappointment.
“Hold on, give me a few minutes. Let me go get dressed. If you want something to drink, help yourself to the kitchen.”
