Part 56

Part 56

Climbing out of the tub, I wrap the towel around me, and the phone starts to ring again. It’s been ringing for the past forty-five minutes; it would ring, then go to voicemail, and repeat itself. This time because I was up, I ran to the phone hoping it was King.

“Hello”

“I’m not giving up until you go out to dinner with me.”

“Who is this?” I said angrily.

“I didn’t make an impact at all, it’s Elijah again. From the electronic store, you know the very handsome, dapper dressed fella with the great smile. The fella that wants to be your friend. The fella that wished he had your phone number but left his on your hotel voicemail, Elijah.”

“I’m sorry, I know you’re only trying to be nice but, I really can’t right now. I’m not up to making friends at the moment, I’m trying to get over.”

Elijah cuts me off, “I know, you’re trying to get over the boy that hurt you. How about you give a man a try at being friends? Lay your burdens on me, at the least you’ll have someone to talk too, and I would love to be the one to listen.”

Taking deep breaths  trying not to burst out in tears, but it didn’t work, “I’m sorry!” As I started to cry, hanging up the phone.

I start to dry myself off but still getting wet from the tears rolling down my face and the phone rings again.

“Hello”

“I just want to be a friend to you, that’s all. Oh, it’s Elijah, from the electronic store.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh with that one, “That was cute but.”

Elijah cuts me off once again, “There is no but; when a man ask a woman to dinner after making her laugh, the polite thing to do it accompany him. I’ll pick you up at 7:30pm. Wear something comfortable so we can walk and enjoy the night air. I’m not taking no for an answer.” He disconnects.

I picked up the towel to finish drying off and the phone rings again.

“Hello Elijah”

“Who the fuck is Elijah?”

I laughed, all I could do is laugh. What are the odds in this happening but through my laughter I wanted to tell him that I was missing him like crazy. “I apologize for that.”

“Fuck your apologies. Who’s Elijah?”

“He’s just…” I had to pause, because why was I ready to explain to him who Elijah was, even if it’s nothing between us. King is married and that’s not going to change, he said that already. “What am I doing?” I said out loud but not meaning too.

“You tell me.”

“No, you have no right to know what I’m doing. You forfeited that when you did what you did. I’m over here missing you, crying over you, and for what? I disgust myself, bye.” Hanging up the phone.

I looked down at myself and I was dry as a bone. I moisturized my skin and laid on the bed in my birthday suit. Maybe I should go out, it’ll be different, and my mind would be occupied. Plus, I would love to know what he looks like. I jumped off of the bed and started looking through my clothes to find out what I can wear A pair of jeans, sneakers, and a blouse. No no, that won’t do. I want the look that screams we’re friends. My blue jeans, a tank top, my comfortable heel shoe boots, and a shawl. Yeah, that’ll work. I looked at the clock and it was a little after six, I still needed to do my hair, and get dressed.

My hotel phone rings, “Hello.”

“I’m downstairs, I would’ve come up to get you like a gentleman would but, they frown on stuff like that.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”