Cherchez la femme

Jonathan dropped his bags as he slammed the door behind him. He looked around and everything was the fucking same, he looked around his cubicle of an apartment and sighed in despair as memories came flooding back. He hissed as he started the whole cleanup process, what was the point of staying away for a whole godamn year frolicking the continent to be back in his apartment and within seconds, become nostalgic. He thought

It’s being a whole godamn year since Stella sent that text “ACOAT” which was their code for ‘any chance of action tonight’ and he had texted her right back with the right smiling emoji indicating he understood the text and replied with a big yes because what guy on this planet wouldn’t. A week earlier, they had a fight about Jonathan’s coworker named Keisha, a very pretty Hispanic lady with rotund ass, cherry cheeks and the most beautiful and sexy ocean blue eyes Jonathan had ever seen.  

Jonathan wasn’t all that cute nor handsome but he had this rugged handsomeness to him that made Keisha took a liking to him almost immediately, she would shamelessly flirt with him at work, rub her hand on his chest and like wisely rub her ass on him in passing by mistake but in actual fact was no mistake at all. Jonathan wanted to tap that ass but he just couldn’t degrade Stella’s dignity like that.  

Keisha kept trying and trying but all her tricks wouldn’t work but as a femme fatale, she kept on honing her tricks. She stopped her shower of affections and shifted them on to someone else; Jonathan’s boss. Men can play as tough as they want to baby keishh, they can reject a package all they want but once their eyes are on a prey, they will be madly mad if someone else has it or preferably if that someone else is superior to them.

That was one of the things Keisha’s mom taught her and from her perspective, she was one of the wisest woman to ever grace this Earth. Immediately she shifted her affections on Jonathan’s boss, she could always feel him glaring at her and she always pretended not to notice. It wasn’t up to three weeks, Jonathan had cornered her in the ladies room at work and locked the door.

 She heard him come in but pretended not to notice his presence, she had her back turned and was facing the mirror with her lipstick on her lips, Jonathan turned her to face him and she pretended to be shocked. “What the fuck do you think you are doing with tommy?” he groaned and almost cursed himself as her saw a beautiful mound of her breast from her see through gown.

 She noticed his uneasiness and knew deep down she was winning, when you have a great sexuality, men tend to think making a confrontation is the best line of action but prepare the lion’s den so perfectly they will have no choice than to succumb and eat at your table. Keisha grinned inwards as she knew her lion’s den was perfect as she remembered another saying of her mother. 

“I have no idea what you talking about” she replied as she curled her lips with an innocent look on her face. Jonathan groaned as he couldn’t take another second in her presence without having her. Now at this junction baby keishhh, we have a lotta hormones in play and his animalistic traits will start to take over, even the dumbest and most cowardice of men will grab you, kiss you and fondle you, 

some will even promise to leave their wife or wives for you, but do not be fooled baby keishhh, it’s only an euphoric and fleeting moment, do not let him have you there in the restroom like a common whore, make him wait, bring that tiger in him to a rest and anything you say right at this junction, you are in control. Keisha’s mom lessons echoed in her head and she could see the struggle in Jonathan’s eyes.

Jonathan threw caution to the wind and grabbed her arm, he pulled her closer and kissed her fully on the lips. She kissed back and her lips were the most beautiful thing he had ever tasted, Stella’s couldn’t even come close, he groaned in her mouth as he cupped her right breast and fondled it, she moaned deeply into his mouth and kissed more aggressively, he dipped his hand up her gown and ankle and went for her panties, Keisha came back to reality as she felt his hands on her lace panties, “hang on babe, hang on” she said.

 Jonathan also regained his senses and started muttering his apologies but she brushed them off, she held his face and looked into his eyes with those puppy eyes of hers and said “we choose a decent place and time babe, not in this shithole” Jonathan nodded thinking as fast as he could, “ill scout for an hotel, somewhere grand” Keisha nodded and replied “no, hotel nada, your place or nowhere else”

 What the power of hormones and thinking with your dick will always cost a man is always endless. He agreed immediately and it was the best weekend ever in his life, everything was heavenly and special, her getting out of her clothes, her beautiful naked body; her perky boobs with her rotund ass. The sex, the way color rushes to her cheeks as he keeps thrusting harder and her moans were the most angelic sound he had heard all his life.

 The experience was so dope he didn’t notice Keisha as she left her thong in his closet beneath one of his shirts. The thong was what Stella found amongst his clothes that sparked the whole fight, he tried to get her to reason and begged that nothing happened between Keisha and him but she wouldn’t believe, he gave her the most plausible explanation that she had problems with her apartment which required her to squat with him and since he wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t stoop so low to sleep with her.

The fight lasted for two good weeks and that was when she saw sense in his story and texted “ACOAT” which bridged the gap and within moments, she was back in his cubicle of an apartment and they were lost in each other’s arms and tongues. The whole sex was average because no one would ever match the goddess Keisha in bed. They both slept off in each other’s arms

 Stella woke up in the middle of the night to take a cigarette, she was almost out when Jonathan’s phone chimed, the brightness lit up the room, she saw the header on the notification and it was Keisha, her anger was renewed but her curiosity defeated her anger and she unlocked the phone. The barrages of messages hit her like a freight train, the back and forth between her boyfriend and this jezebel about her was just too much to bear.

She slammed the phone on the bed, Jonathan jolted awake and with the look on her face he knew everything was over, the tears was what he couldn’t take, he sprang to his feet to grab her but she evaded his touch, took her things to exit his life his life forever, “Chloe told me you were never up to no good, I’ll never understand why I thought and believed otherwise” she said with tears choking her and on her face.

 Those words wrenched his heart and he was determined never to let her go, he grabbed her but she evaded yet again which infuriated him more, he tried again but she hijacked her hand from him which made her lose her step and hit her head on the concreted wall, Stella dropped to the floor like a plucked fruit, Jonathan was frightened and stunned as she fell to the ground with her eyes fully open but they wouldn’t concentrate on anything.

Jonathan was covered in sweat but he dialed 911 and the ambulance came for her. “She has a concussion and might forever be in a coma” said the doctor. He told Keisha what transpired and she was a sweetheart, she was there for him which was all he needed and suggested a change in environs which sounded right and Paris was of course the right choice due to the beautiful sceneries and nice people.

 What added to the flare was Keisha’s presence, his problems were long forgotten, tours and shopping in the day coupled with explosive sex in the evening made the whole trip wholesome. Days rumble after days and they turn into months, eleven months later Keisha got a call, it was her mom, she sounded hasty on the phone, Keisha dropped the, apologized and said she had to leave, it was of utmost importance. 

Jonathan groaned and saw her off to the airport not knowing that would be the last time he would ever set his eyes on her. Jonathan returned home a week later, slammed the door behind himself, glanced around and pulled the bedspread off the bed, he could still smell Stella’s fragrance on the bedspread, his phone chimed and he pulled it out of his pocket so fast knowing fully well who the person would be.

A message notification from Keisha, he clicked on it from the home page and the message read “forget about me, I’m not the marrying type, I only used you and saw you as sport and a prey to conquer, our time together was great, move on with your life, you will never see me again” his heart sank and he tried calling her but her line wouldn’t connect, he was frantic and became hopeless as the whole game connected right before his eyes.

The flirts, the seductive touches, ass brushing, the flirts with his boss, the confrontation in the rest room, and how she controlled the rest of the game. He fell on his ass as he grabbed his head, the love of his life was now in a coma in the hospital, almost everything he has is finished or gone, and the words of the doctor rang in his head again of the probability of Stella staying in a coma forever. “I’m sorry my love” he said admist tears.

What was the point of living? He thought, he looked around, grabbed a knife and slit his wrists, he smiled as he bled to death. 

Keisha was in Vietnam, she got a local newspaper and saw the headline, she nodded as she took her morning coffee, and her mother’s words were true men are weak emotionally, give them a taste, let em worship and they are forever your slave. Keisha flipped away from the headline and continued to the beauty page as she called down for her morning strawberry pancakes