Love Made Me Do It by Tamekia Nicole Page A

was cold for me, I was going to make sure it was icy for everyone else.  There is no fury like a woman scorned. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 13
    JUGGLING ACTS
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The days rolled by and my life continued. I had met yet another man. I really hoped that he would take me away from my thoughts and worries. He was my best friend’s cousin. He was fun, handsome, hood, and charming. It was nothing serious though…we drank, we smoked, and we chilled. We had amazing sex and he made me laugh.  I thought those were perfect qualities for me.
    I loved seeing my new friend lying next to me after a Friday night of drinking. But I would soon be put in a position to choose between fun and love. I was hung over and I needed to get up to let my handsome guest out. We kissed and I told him I would page him later.
    5 minutes later I heard a knock at my front door. I ran to get it thinking it was my handsome overnight guest and he forgot something. The knocking persisted so I yelled out; “Who is it?”  The reply I got almost knocked me off my feet.
    “It’s your neighbor, and I wanted to know if you had a cup of sugar I could borrow?” I peered out the blinds and it was him…it was my lover! I opened the door.  He grabbed me and hugged me, pulled back, looked at me and kissed me.  This is what I wanted my life to be about.  Him.
    When we finally pulled back from kissing… I said “I’m sorry neighbor, we ran out of sugar.
    My hearts delight and my reason for breathing had found his way across the street to kiss me.  Everything I desired had been granted in that moment
    We sat on the couch across from one another and it all came back to me.  All the love. Even all the disappointment but those thoughts disappeared when he pulled out the drugs.  Then I was filled with anxiety.  As I watched the man I love get ready to intoxicate me, with something I soon wouldn’t be able to live without.  Cocaine.
    Sitting in my living room looking at my lover was an amazing feeling. I could barely keep it together, my legs were shaking and my voice was quivering when I spoke. We sat there for all of 2 minutes and then he asked to go to the bathroom so that he could roll one up.
    My anxiety level was at its peak while I waited for him to roll this.  He had this devilish smirk on his face when he came out the bathroom…he said “Where we blowin this at?” I had no idea.  I knew that I shouldn’t smoke anything in the house. But oh well.  I was about to put one in the air with the love of my life. I grabbed his hand, and I lead him up the stairs.
    I grabbed a towel and stuffed in the gap under my bedroom door. He fired up the blunt.  “Remember when you hit this, you hold in the smoke until you can’t anymore….then blow it out slowly.” I did just as I was told.  I scooted closer to him. 
    We smoked and smoked, everything began to get a little hazy.  We started getting horny. Leaning in simultaneously.  We combined our lips.  Our tongues danced. He lay down and I straddled him.  He griped my hips like he owned them. This was what it was about….the passion, the fire, being joined together on a level that no one could ever understand. But then real life kicked back in.
    My high was coming down and I quickly came back to reality.  Sure I loved him.  But now what?  Instead of questioning him, I told him I had shit to do and needed to get dressed. I got up and walked him to the door. I kissed him goodbye and he said “I love you Johnson.” “I know and I love you too.” After I closed the door I watched him from the window as he walked back across the street.  There went my baby. I was strutting around the house like I had just won the Lotto.  You couldn’t tell me shit.
    Life went on as I was used to it. Working and partying.  But then work took an unexpected twist. Calls on top of calls; on top of more calls, at work.  I got a call from the skinny bitch.