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Chapter 11
Davia
You know how that old saying goes, when it rains, it pours? Well, that’s what was occurring between Jackson and I…rain…down pouring rain.
I can’t really put all of the blame on him because it’s both of us. We’re both trying to juggle our responsibilities and an extremely passionate relationship, which has proven to be more difficult than I thought. I guess I was a little naïve to think that things would always be great, that we would not have any problems as long as we talked openly and honestly with each other.
I was wrong.
Okay, I’ll start at the beginning. I asked Jackson to block out Halloween night to go to the annual Halloween bash at Venus, one of the hottest clubs in Dallas. The place was always packed and the party was always off the chain. It was a yearly tradition for my girls and I and I wanted my man to come with me. He promised me that he would clear his calendar for that night, no matter what came up. We hadn’t been able to see much of each other because of his increasing caseload at work, as well as his classes, which he was going to stop teaching in the spring because of the bulk of cases the firm was giving him. If I saw him for a few hours on Sunday it was a miracle. I was also so busy studying that I didn’t really have time to spend with him either. It was beginning to put a strain on our relationship.
I was also assigned to do a joint thesis with Spencer, which Jackson did not like at all. He met him one day when he surprised me on campus to take me to lunch. It was a very rare surprise and Jackson did not like the fact that an attractive, young guy was going to be joined at my hip for the remainder of the semester. The testosterone that was pumping through the air during that interaction should have instantly turned me into a man. They sized each other up and Jackson definitely let Spencer know that I was taken. He didn’t have to do that because Spencer had already been schooled that he had no chance at all with me, but that didn’t stop Jackson from kissing the shit out of me and rubbing my ass as he spoke with Spencer. Men are such idiots at times.
I was excited about the party, but what I really wanted was to spend time with Jackson. The plan was to party all night and spend the next day together in bed. We hadn’t done that in a long time and I was looking forward to it.
I went to Jackson’s office that evening to see if he was ready to go. I looked freaking sexy in my blue sexy cop costume, with fishnet stockings, knee high boots, handcuffs, baton, aviator shades and hat. Hey, Halloween brings out my inner hoochie and I knew that Jackson was going to love me in it. His secretary let me in his office and I waited, taking a seat on his couch. It looked like he had been working all day as I viewed the various ledgers, books and papers strewn about his desk and his work table. I sat on the sofa and I saw him walk in the door. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and went to sit behind his desk.
“Hey you,” Jackson replied, looking at me a little strangely.
“Happy Halloween,” I replied as I opened my light raincoat and let it fall to the floor. He just stared at me as I did a slow twirl. I wanted him to see the front, back sides, everything.
“You look….damn,” he replied as he got out of his chair and walked up to me. I placed my right hand on my hip and posed. His hands went on each of my hips and his head dipped to my neck. He gave my skin a few light kisses as I smiled.
“I know, I know. So where’s your costume?” I asked as he those green eyes looked at my cleavage. Suddenly, I heard a groan and those luscious lips of his were off of my neck.
“Oh, shit. It’s Halloween,” he replied.
“Yeah, all day. So how much longer are you going to be?” I asked as a beautiful woman who looked biracial walked into the office.
“Jackson, we have to finish those documents tonight if we’re going to…oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she replied as we looked at each other.
Let me tell you one thing about me. I don’t fake the funk. I know almost immediately if someone is a friend or foe and this ho was definitely a foe. I didn’t like the way she looked at me, nope, not one bit.
It’s official. I don’t like this heifer.
“Oh, Marayna Ruiz, this is my girlfriend Davia Vincent,” Jackson replied as we shook hands.
Nope. I don’t like this ho.
It wasn’t because she was 5’8 (taller than my 5’5) and looked like a caramel Jennifer Lopez with darker, curly hair. I had to give props to homegirl, because she was fine. Hey, I’m not a lesbian, but Marayna had it going on and she knew it.
The reason I know I definitely, positively don’t like her is because I peeped the way she looked at Jackson when she walked in the room, like she wanted him to be the male lead in her porn fantasy. This heifer wants my man. I know she does.
“Nice to meet you. Jackson has told me a lot about you,” Marayna replied with the fakest grin on her face. This bitch is something.
“Nice to meet you, too, but I’m sorry…he’s never mentioned you,” I replied in the nicest voice that I could muster. It may have been a low blow, but I had to let her know what was up. There was a bit of silence as we continued to look each other in the eye.
“Marayna just started here a month ago. Marayna’s going to be joint counsel on several cases with me,” Jackson replied as Marayna gave me a cool grin.
“Oh, well that’s interesting,” was all I said.
“Yes, it most definitely is,” Marayna replied. I turned and looked up at Jackson.
“So, are you ready to go to the party?” I asked. Jackson gave a huge sigh.
“I’m not going to be able to go. I have to finish a ton of work for this case. Deadlines are tomorrow,” Jackson said.
I gave him a look that could have killed him. “What?”
Marayna had this look on her face like the cat who ate the canary. “Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll be in the conference room, Jackson. It was a pleasure to meet you, Davia,” Marayna said. I didn’t believe a word she said.
Can I say once more how much I don’t like that woman?
“Likewise,” I replied as I looked over at her. She smiled and closed Jackson’s office door.
“Davia, I can’t go to the party. I have a ton of stuff that has to be completed by tomorrow and it looks like I’m going to be here for awhile,” Jackson replied as I stepped away from him.
“When did I ask you to clear time for this? I asked you at the end of September to clear time for me and you couldn’t just do that!” I exclaimed.
“I know, but this can’t be helped,” Jackson replied as he leaned against his desk and looked at me. I picked up my raincoat and put it back on. I was mad. Highly pissed. Then, I tried to negotiate with him.
“You can’t come for a few hours and then come back?” I asked.
“I wish I could, sugar, but I can’t. I have a lot of work to do. I can’t get away. I’m sorry,” he replied.
“I just wanted to spend time with you, have a little fun. We haven’t had fun in a long time,” I replied.
“Sometimes you can’t party, Davia. You can’t always do what you want to do,” Jackson replied. No, he didn’t.
“I don’t want to hear that shit. You know how long I wanted to go to this party. You know how much this meant to me. You could have called me today, hell you could have told me about your workload this week! This is fucked up, Jackson!” I yelled.
“Would you keep your damn voice down? I said I was sorry, Davia, damn. This is my job, my livelihood. I have to work. I can’t go and that’s that! It’s just a fucking party, shit! Grow the hell up!” Jackson yelled back. Oh, hell no he didn’t!
“You know what…Fuck you. I’m outta here,” I replied as I tied my coat tighter and walked out of his office. I was steaming mad. Who in the hell did he think he was? I know what I was going to do.
Have fun and get pissy drunk. Yeah, that sounds about right. Yeah, there’s a Long Island Ice Tea out there and it has ‘Get Davia drunk as shit’ written all over it.
Yep. That sounds like a plan.
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Jackson
Davia was being freaking ridiculous. It was just a damn party. I had so much work to do that I could barely see straight and all she was concerned about was going to a party. She was acting like a bitch. I said I was sorry. Let her go. I have work to do.
Then, I thought about the look in her eyes. Oh shit, shit, shit. I pressed her number on the speed dial of my cell phone and she didn’t answer. Damn, did I have to be that hard on her? I mean she did ask me a while ago to clear my calendar, but there was no way I could do that this week. I had been so busy and we hadn’t talked that much because we were both busy and I completely forgot about the party.
Damn. I really messed up.
That costume was…whew. Words really can’t describe how good she looked. She looked so damn sexy in that costume! I ran my hands through my hair as I blew out a deep breathe. How was I going to make this one up, I thought as I heard my door open. It was Marayna again.
“I’m sorry to be a pest, Jackson, but Paul and Denny are waiting. Hey, are you alright?” Marayna asked.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Give me a minute and I’ll be there,” I replied.
Marayna gave me a brilliant smile. “Okay. By the way, your girlfriend is very pretty.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“She was dressed for Halloween partying, I see,” Marayna said.
“Yeah, and I was supposed to go with her. She’s a little upset because I couldn’t go,” I stated.
“Well, you have a lot on your plate and we have deadlines. There will always be other parties, right?” Marayna asked as I nodded.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I replied.
“She should understand that. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few,” Marayna replied grinning as she walked out of my office.
Let me tell you about Marayna Ruiz. Her mother is black and her father is Puerto Rican. She’s very beautiful and has a body that goes on for days. I haven’t quite figured her out, but I do know that she’s smart as hell and very driven.
I also sensed that my girl doesn’t like her very much and vice versa. Women.
I called Davia’s cell and left a message. “Davia, I’m sorry for what happened in my office and about not being with you at the party. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, but I have a lot going on right now. I didn’t know it meant that much to you. Lately, it seems as if I have too many things to do and not enough time. I’ll make this up to you, baby, I promise. I love you. Have fun and I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I knew that little message was not going to make up for missing the party, but I hope it at least let her know that I didn’t mean to forget. I just did. I guess that makes me a shitty boyfriend right now, but whatever. I have so much going on right now. As soon as I get a break, I’ll make it up to her. Yeah, I’ll make it up to her. I grabbed my leather portfolio and walked to the conference room. Back to the grind.
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Davia
I was now on my 2nd Long Island Iced Tea, feeling very fine and hugging the table. I was a little pissed to see Brianna with Seth, Falene with Bryce and Megan with her new boyfriend, Thomas. I was the only odd man out. Being a third wheel usually is a drag, but tonight since I was looking so fine, it wasn’t so bad. Guys left and right were smiling and winking at me. Yeah, tons of guys flirted with me all night and I danced with a few, but it just wasn’t that fun. I also knew that Seth was watching my every move. Good. Let him watch. That way, he can go back and tell his brother what he missed out on.
He called me several times and I just let my phone go to voicemail. I realized that I was being a bit childish concerning the party, but he promised me he would go and I hate it when people break their promises. It pisses me off. So, here I was, left to my own devices, wearing a sexy ass costume for my boyfriend who barely noticed it, drowning my miseries in my second drink. Brianna decided to bop over to me at the table when Seth went to the restroom.
“Aw, don’t look so sad, Simmy. The party is hot and you look incredible. I’m sure Jackson wanted to be here. He had to work, sweetie,” Brianna replied.
“Yeah, I know,” I replied as I sighed.
“Hey, it’s his loss, just look at it that way. Have some fun,” Brianna replied. She was dressed as a French Maid and she looked great, as always. Seth walked back over and kissed Brianna on the lips.
“You want to dance?” he asked as she smiled at him. She had completely forgotten about me as soon as he showed up.
“Sure. Simmy, get off your ass and have a good time. Don’t sit there and drink yourself into a stupor,” Brianna replied as Seth pulled her away.
I contemplated leaving as someone sent over another Long Island Iced Tea.
“Oh, I didn’t order this,” I said to the waitress.
“I know. Captain Jack Sparrow did,” she replied as I looked over at the bar. The guy was dressed just like Johnny Depp’s character, dreds and all. He was pretty cute. He looked familiar, so I lifted the drink up and smiled. He smiled and began to walk across the floor to me. Holy shit! Spencer.
“Happy Halloween, Davia,” he replied as he grinned at me. I smiled back.
“Happy Halloween, partner. So, what brings you here?” I asked.
“Are you kidding? My friends and I come to this party every year. We never miss it,” he replied as he sat down.
“Mine do too, only they’ve deserted me for their men,” I replied as I looked at the drink which I hadn’t drank. I never drink drinks that people send to me. People are just too sheisty.
“So what’s my beautiful partner doing drinking alone, especially in that costume? Yowza!” Spencer replied as I laughed.
“Thank you. Um, Jackson was supposed to be here, but he’s not,” I replied.
“So, you’re here alone?” he asked.
“Yeah. Jackson had to work and I’m basically here so I can shake my ass and get pissy drunk to get over it…not exactly in that order,” I replied as Spencer laughed at me.
“Oh,” he said.
“I mean, I have a nice little buzz going on and I plan on being tore up from the floor up in about an hour or so,” I replied as he grinned at me.
“I guess I understand, but Davia, if you get drunk, you’re not going to have the best day tomorrow and then you’ll be pissed that you feel like crap. Hangovers are never good and beautiful girls with hangovers break my heart, so don’t get drunk. Now, I know I sent this over, but don’t drink it,” Spencer replied as he pushed the drink away.
“I wasn’t going to. I never drink drinks sent from random guys. I just don’t trust it,” I replied as Spencer nodded his head.
“Smart girl, but I wouldn’t drug your drink,” he stated.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but a girl can’t be too safe. So, no hot date for you?” I asked. Spencer smiled at me.
“No, I like to keep my options open. By the way, I love your costume. Extremely hot,” he replied as I smiled.
“I aim to please,” I replied.
“You are doing more than pleasing in that costume, trust me. When I walked in the door, I heard guys talking about the chic in the sexy blue cop costume and when I saw it was you, I had to agree. I’ve never seen you like this. You look extremely sexy,” he replied looking me over once more.
“Thank you. Look, I appreciate what you are doing, but you came here to have a good time, not sit with someone who’s in a shitty mood. I don’t want to ruin your Halloween, Spencer,” I replied.
He stood up and pulled me up. “The only way you could do that is by not dancing with me.”
I looked at him warily because I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Yeah, I’m pissed with my man, but I still love him.
“I don’t know, Spencer, I mean we’re partners and all but…,” I replied as he pulled me to the dance floor. As we arrived on the dance floor, I just stood and looked into his eyes.
“I’m just asking you to dance, Davia. That’s all,” he replied as he moved closer to me. He knew how to move so, I danced with him. I must admit, I ended up having fun and I barely thought about Jackson at all.
As I was dancing with Spencer, I turned and saw Seth staring at me. I stared back at him and turned away. Spencer did make me feel better. He was cool and he knew I was in a relationship, so no pressure from that, although he was looking at me like he wanted me on a platter. I mean I was dressed in the hoochiest costume in the joint. Hey, Halloween is the only night of the year that I can go out in public dressed like a slut and I liked it. Sue me. I ended up having a great time, although something bugged me and that was the look in Seth’s eyes as he watched me dance.
What would he tell his brother?
I don’t give a shit. I’m having fun and that’s what matters to me right now. I’ll deal with Jackon and his shit later.