Chapter 16Game of Chance
“Stay one more day, please,” Marshall begged.
“Marsh, you know I can’t. My girl can’t cover for my ass forever.”
“Quit, god damn.”
“I told you why I can’t—why I won’t.”
“I know,” he said aggravated and ran a hand through his hair.
//
“I’ll miss you,” she said softly as they stood at the airport curb.
“When are we gonna…”
“I think it’s more up to you than me. I’m not really in the position to be able to fly to Detroit very easily. I can try, but I just took nearly a week of vacation. So you, just, give me a call…” she cast her eyes away from his.
“I’ll call. I promise,” he assured her.
“All right,” she replied. “I better get going…”
“Yeah,” he said awkwardly. “You’ll call me the second you get back to Cali? I wanna make sure you’re okay and shit…”
“I will.”
They kissed fiercely with a passion that bordered desperation as they took and gave without thought; she was savoring the feelings, just drowning in each sensation. Marshall broke the kiss off, but brushed his lips against her cheek softly.
“Have a good flight, baby.”
//
“Marshall Mathers, please,” Contessa said firmly as she talked to the receptionist through the phone.
“Yeah?” he grunted.
“Marsh?”
“Oh, hey, baby… You get there okay?”
“Uh huh. Just calling to check in with the warden, you know…”
“Funny,” he grinned. “You at the airport?”
“Yeah, so I’m gonna get goin’… Call me later?”
“You can count on it.”
//
“So?” Stella asked, excitement evident in her voice.
“So, what?”
“So, spill, damn it. You go to Detroit—stay there for nearly a week—shit must’ve happened. Tell me!”
“I think I’m Marshall Mathers’ girlfriend.”
“You go, girl!” Stella whooped.
//
“Tell me everything,” Stella prompted as they sat opposite in Contessa’s living room.
“He was such an ass when I first got there.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but…it was sweet when he told me why he was being an ass.”
“Oh?”
“He told me it was because he couldn’t stop thinking about me…that everything was happening too fast. Of course, I was really pissed when I found out that he got back together with his ex-wife while we were apart…”
“Kim?”
“Yeah. She’s not someone I care to meet again, especially not alone.”
“You could take her, yo.”
“Just ‘cause I can, doesn’t mean I wanna. She’s a scary piece.”
//
“What are you wearing?” Marshall breathed into the telephone.
“You perv,” she teased.
“C’mon,” he urged.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he gulped.
“Oh, man, I wish I could see the look on your face! I’m wearing a tank top and boxers.”
“That’s still sexy.”
“They’re your boxers, by the way. I hope you won’t miss ‘em.”
“I think I’ll manage,” he grinned.
“What are you wearing?”
“Nothing,” he mimicked.
She sighed. “Oh, right.”
“Really, nothing.”
“Damn,” she swore.
“I like sleeping naked,” he teased.
“When I sleep naked, I get too…”
“Too what?”
“Hot.”
“Hot?”
“Horny.”
Marshall’s jaw dropped slightly. “Will you sleep naked tonight?” he asked.
“So I can wake up all bothered tomorrow morning?”
“Please?”
“If you really want me to…”
“I really want you to, damn it.”
She laughed.
//
“Hey, you got room for three in your apartment?”
“Three?”
“Well, you and two more.”
“I guess. Why?”
“I can get to Cali in about two weeks, but I’ll need to bring my daughter.”
“Your daughter?”
“You do remember her, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. I’m just…surprised you don’t mind her…meeting me.”
“When I said we’d try, I meant it.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t worry about it. So, you got enough room?”
“That depends on where you’re sleeping.”
“Wherever you’re sleeping,” he replied.
“There’s a spare bedroom that I can get ready for Hailie, then.”
“Good. I could’ve gotten a hotel, but this way, I get to spend more time with you.”
“Don’t get too excited, mister. There will be a child in the house, so that means no funny business!”
“No, it just means we lock the door, and you have to keep quiet.”
“Me?” she retorted.
“Uh huh. Not that I’m complainin’…”
“Well, what can I say? I mean, Marshall, you’re just so good!”
“I am, aren’t I?” he replied cockily.
“Oh, shut up,” she teased.
Chapter 17Author: zines@aol.com
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