Was that a crime now?
Well, it was time for me to do something about this whole situation. She thought that avoiding me would make everything go away. That wasn’t the case at all. We needed to talk.
I slowly pulled back my purple bed covers and got out of bed. It was time for my best friend to get over what little issue she had with my boyfriend. Enough was enough.
I left my bedroom before walking to the baby pink door opposite me. Gently, I knocked on her door, praying that she wouldn’t ignore me, or worse, turn me away.
“Monique,” I called out to her. “Can we talk please?”
I could already tell that she was thinking about whether or not she should let me inside. But I wasn’t going anywhere until she let me in.
“Come in,” she replied reluctantly. It was clear to me that she didn’t want to have this conversation with me; however, it had to be done.
I turned the silver door knob before entering into her bedroom, taking my time.
She was sitting on the edge of her peach double bed. Her head was down, looking at the carpeted floor below her. Her arms were crossed across her black jersey and her legs were hanging off her bed. On the left side of her bed, close to her, I could see a thick, pink vibrator and my eyes instantly widened with curiosity.
“Monique Isabella Williams,” I smirked at her, gently closing her bedroom door behind me. “You little freak.”
“I met someone,” she announced calmly. “Yesterday, at the club when I realized you left me with no car, I went back to the bar. There he was and he was checking me out. Before I knew it we were dancing on the dance floor together, I was grinding on him and then left the club with him to get a lift home. His name was Tremaine,” she sighed deeply.
It was obvious that something had gone down between the two of them. I mean, come on... She had been using her vibrator to try to relieve herself because of this mysterious Tremaine. Just by his name alone he sounded handsome, seductive and very, very sexy. Maybe she went home with him last night and finally got some!
“Wait... Did you guys fu-”
“No Jess,” she quickly interrupted my excitement. “He tried to seduce me though. In his Ferrari. He was kissing on my neck... stroking my legs... then we started dry humping.”
Ferrari? Boy, he must be rich. And he tried to seduce her? Dry humping? Damn, he must have wanted her badly. Oooooo, finally some action for my girl.
“Wow! Ferrari? Damn, Monique. Girl, is he fine? Actually... wait, don’t answer that, he must be fine if you even decided to leave the club with him.” I grinned at her, very happy at what had happened. “Did he make you cum?” I questioned her, eager to know how Tremaine tried to seduce my girl and succeeded. I wanted to meet this guy already.
“Yes,” she said shyly. I could see a slight smile forming across her face. He must have made her feel good. I want to meet this guy ASAP!
“Yes! Monique finally has a maaaaan!” I sang happily. This was making my day so much better, but I already knew it was just going to get better and better.
“No, Jess, he’s a complete stranger. A jerk, too. Can you believe he treated me like some side chick after he made me climax? He told me to leave his car! That jerk! And none of this would have happened if you hadn’t left me in the club by myself.” She responded sternly. But I never left her, she walked away!
“You walked away from me. I didn’t leave you, Monique!”
“Yes you did. You left me for your stupid, idiotic boyfriend!” she shouted, getting angrier with me.
I didn’t come here to fight. I just wanted my best friend back. I missed her.
“Listen, I’m sorry Monique, but me and Ryan were made for each other and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I informed her reluctantly. I hated it when we argued.
“K.”
“Right.”
“I’m not apologizing for being honest,” she explained, making sure that I knew that she wasn’t going to say