Chardonnay: A Novel (9 page)

“Hello?” he answered.

I couldn’t tell who it was but I knew it was a female. Wondered if
it was the girl
who’s
shadow I saw the other night.

“No. I’m in my home town, why? I’m back with my girl...Naw man,
bye.”

He walked in the room pushing the cart.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Umm...Cristy.
Slim’s sister.”

“Oh, you still talk to his family?” I asked, prowling the forest.

Myron took the top off his food, ignored me and began eating. Each
chew echoed and I

wanted
to smack him.
Ears itching.
I wanted to know.

“Myr—”

“She’s cool.”

“Why is she calling you?”

“Look. Since I’m keeping it real, every once in a while I check up
on her. But last week I called to see if we could kick it since she already
liked me anyway. She was down, but I couldn’t do it.”

“I guess that would have hit two birds with one stone.” I said.

“Yeah.
But I’m over all that now.” Myron said handing
me my tray.

Smart move I thought. But I’m smarter.

“Let’s chill and eat.” he said kissing me on the cheek.

Twenty minutes later the door was bombarded with little terrorist.
Bams and kicks.
Knew it was Jaydee and Denim’s roguish
asses.

“Open the fuckin’ door!” one of them yelled.

Myron leaned over to kiss me again and went to answer the door. He
only had on some white linen draw string pants. They were low and revealed his sexy
hip bones. I detected a herd rush in. Was more than Denim and
Jaydee.
I heard girls.
My girls.

“Move!
Where the fuck she at! And I’ll fuck you up
nigga the next time you go fuck some duck!” That was Fianna. I laughed to
myself. She appeared in the threshold of the massive double door way with
Katura going off in her language as she was looking back at Myron.

“Hey Nay!”

“Sup?”

“Guuurl, he got you up in this beautiful suite and breakfast in
bed,” Fianna stopped and acted like she was crying.
Wiped a
fake tear from her eye.
Katura cracked up and said,

“Yeah, dis is nice.”

“Where’s Konstance?”

“In the living room with the boys.” answered Katura.

Her hair was redone. Skinny corn rows in circular designs, long
ends down to her butt. Fianna had a new duo too; pink hair with blue highlights
in the Jessica Simpson curls. She loved doing traditional with a spin. She fell
in the bed then quickly got up.

“What?” I asked.

“
Girl,
almost forgot. Y’all don’t fuck.”
she fell back in the bed.

“Umm, you are certainly right about that. But we made love last
night.” I said with a smirk.

They gasped and screamed. Katura clapped and jumped up and down
and Fianna was jumping in the bed, ignoring what the doctor said. Konstance ran
in the room.

“What’s going on?”

“They did it!” whispered Fianna.

Konstance stood there in the doorway, her smile frozen. She didn’t
look disappointed, but didn’t look happy.
Wanted the best for
me, just as I did her.
She walked over slowly and looked around at
everything.

“You let him...bribe you?”

“Bribe?! Konnie, where the fuck you been? He did more than fuckin’
that. And can he fuck?” Fianna said, messing with the liquor cabinet. She didn’t
know when to stop. Katura looked at me and then back at Konstance.

“Konnie I thought you wanted this for me? You wanted to see us
happy, right?” I said confused by her advice.

“I wanted you to clear the air and make him fess to his shit! Not
give him a doggy treat until the next time he roams and finds a new home.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for her?” Katura asked Konstance.

“All an illusion.
But...if this is—”

“Denim is no saint either! At least my man is trying!” I said
cutting Konstance off.

“Trying? If this is what you call
it
.”
she said then did and about face and walked out the room.

“What’s her deal? Konnie, baby, they got some whiskey if you need
a wine me down.” said Fianna.

I threw a croissant at Fianna.

I’ll be
your groupie ba’be,
cause
you are my superstar. I’m ya’
number one fan, gimme your autograph, sign it right here on my heart.’

I sang along with Usher as Myron danced with me, looking in my
eyes. Everyone was tow back, doing their own thing. Mystro was trying to sing
over Usher.
Didn’t sound as good as he usually did drunk.
Katura giggled at him as he picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. The
ecstasy Denim had brought along with him was taking her over. Fianna was doing
the MC Hammer and going back in forth between that and the Whop. Girl was stuck
in the wrong damn century dancing.
Dancing too fast for the
song anyway.
Jaydee and Denim kept laughing at her. Mystro dropped
Katura flat on her ass. She busted out laughing instead of crying. Fianna was
now working on the Roger Rabbit. X was no joke. Konstance sat over in a chair
in a corner. She wasn’t laughing at anything. Not kicking it with us like she
used to. I didn’t take anything either. Just had one too many drinks in my
system; the room was moving. I laid my head on Myron’s chest and he looked at
me.

“You cool?”

“Yeah, need to
lay
down.”

Katura took her jeans off.
Running around the
room in her thong.
Mystro took his belt off and started chasing her.

“Come here girl! Let daddy tap dat ass!”

Konstance shook her head, and Denim looked back at her.

“Loosen up, baby. Need to chill wit us.”

“De, I’m tired. ‘
Bout to go lay down.”

“But you can’t leave Myron and
Nay
...fuck,
I guess this is their enga...what’s that word again?”

“Engagement!”
Jaydee said, like it was the
million dollar question on
Who Wants to be a Millionaire.

“Yeah...baby they engagement party.”

She tisked and said, “You’re drunk, fucking drunk. Got me down
here in Saint Louis drunk! Get us our own room Denim. Can you do that?”

Denim
glanced
his drunken green eyes at
her. They changed to a light hazel sometimes, but for the most part they were
green. He was roughed out in a sexy way. Skin was lighter than day.

“Fuck! Women! Y’all cost too damn much. Jay, man, you help a
brother out?”

Jaydee was a man who looked like his momma.
All
feminine features.
Creamy Belgian chocolate skin like
Slim’s.
Brother looked tasty. He nodded and said,

“Yeah man. Let me hit this real quick.” he smoked in the joint and
passed it to a dizzy Fianna. Her throwback dancing ass was still full of
energy. She said,

“Jay baby, you wanna dance? Come dance with me.”

“Girl, I just wanna chill. Aye, yo’,
My
!”

Myron looked over from dancing with me and said,

“Sup?”

“Gonna get another room.”

“Alright.”

He looked back at me and took me to the room. We
laid
down and made love again. The commotion died down.
Mystro and Katura were in the room on the other side of the suite. They weren’t
loud. I assumed they were sleep. Myron was sweating hard as he worked me.
Kissing me.
No sheets.
Both of us naked.
Moaning like he was dying in my pussy. Then we heard some commotion going on.
Sounded like it was coming from over us.
They
would
get a room over us and make loud ass noises.

Myron got up and removed his
warmth from my skin,
sliding his big dick from my wetness, as my body hung hostage from his jilted
seduction. He paced his beautiful structure across the room and to his personal
cell phone, placing a call to Denim.

As he waited for an answer I studied his thick backside, the
muscular along with the curves and dips; the way his ass was as firm as a
Lawyer and soft as plush cashmere. He slightly turned his head looking at me.
For a second our eyes connected while disconnecting and I wondered why. He
looked away and sat his cell back on the lounge seat. Denim didn’t answer.
Myron walked towards me pacing quickly, his dick hung, still full of sex,
galloping hard up and down in a steady rhythm. He grabbed his robe off the
night stand, whipped it around his body, threw on some fresh jeans and headed
for the door, barely saying,

“I’ll be back.”

I didn’t think anything of it and fell off to sleep.

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Morning.

The light shinned in from the tall window. I looked over and Myron
still wasn’t back. I got up and put on my oriental robe with real gold threaded
through the silk fabric he bought me. I opened the door. Mystro and Katura’s
room door was closed. I didn’t want to wake them so I called Myron. No answer.
I opened the door leading to the hall and looked out, baffled that he left me
alone all night. I went to Mystro and Katura’s door and knocked. This was an
emergency. Mystro opened the door half naked,
itching
his balls.

“Sup Nay?”

He was definitely not sleep deprived. His breath told that story.
I moved back and peeked in to see if Katura was in the room. She was in the
bed. The white sheets half covering her showing the dark contrast of her skin.

“You saw Myron?”

He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. Definitely Myron’s
little brother. Reminded me a little of Myron when he was fifteen. Mystro still
had a baby face.

“Nah, the last I seen of both of you was last night.”

“Uh, alright.”
My head went down and I leaned up
against the wall. Where ever he was, I knew he had broken his promise once
again.

“Nay, baby, you cool?”

“Yeah.”
Mystro closed the door behind him as he stepped out the room. He looked at me,
giving me a worried stare.

“You all he talks about. Whenever he calls or I call him. We talk
about other things but...don’t know why he doing this.”

“Don’t know why y’all all do it.” I snapped referring to his
creeping with my little sister on my best friend.

He touched my elbow in a tempt to calm me and whispered,

“I love your sister...I just don’t know how to tell Katura that.
It’s hard.”

“Well you need to speak up before you end up where your brother is
about to be an afterthought.”

“I’m immune to such a thing.” he said with a smirk.

“Oh really, well you got about five seconds to fix that shit fore
I squash it.”

He bit down on his bottom lip and nodded his head.

I turned away from that nuclear bomb ready to explode and walked
to the room on the opposite side of the suite. I put on some clothes and went
out the suite door. I took the elevator to Denim’s room and knocked on the
door. It slowly opened by itself. The room was trashed. I walked in deeper and
a bedroom suite door was open. From where I was standing I saw feathers from
pillows everywhere. I walked closer and saw Fianna and Jaydee
laying
on the feather filled bed. I walked in deeper and
dropped my mouth. Denim was in the bed too. There was a porno on the t.v. still
playing. Black Mandingo sticking a Latina woman in the worse way. Where was
Konstance? There were condom wrappers everywhere.
So many of
them.
Blown up condoms trashed the floor. Who was so drunk they blew up
ten condoms?
 
I walked back out and went
to the other room. Empty. Where the fuck was Konstance? Where the fuck was Myron?
I was tired of looking for people who didn’t want to be found. I closed the
door on my way out and went back down to the room. When I opened the door
Konstance was sitting on the couch. My heart felt right again.

“Where the hell you been?” she asked.

“Looking for you.
Well, went looking for Myron
first, then went up to the room and didn’t find you.”

“You see that shit?”

“Yeah.
Did you—”

“Don’t even ask me that shit. No.”

“Denim was—”

“NO. He can do whatever he wants.”

“Then why you with him?”

“Same reason you’re with Myron. Oh and he told me to tell you he
was going down to the continental breakfast.”