Love Pink [Chapter 4]

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She entered the room as quietly as she dared, probably hoping I didn’t hear. But I did. These past few weeks in Cali had her thinking I was an early bird. But we were on the east coast now, a timezone I was familiar with; I could live an owl life too.

But I wish I had gone to sleep, so I didn’t have to see her. One look & I knew. Her lipstick smudged, hair messed, that sensitive walk as she made her way to the bathroom. She had been with him. I watched her, disgusted, as she disrobed. Shirt, skirt, bra, shoes. Where were her panties? Nevermind, that was rhetorical. It was bad enough that I could imagine her with him; her hands on his back, her breasts at his lips, his body parts filling spaces where mine had been just a few short hours ago. I didn’t like this, not one bit. Ugh! Why was she doing this!? She knew I didn’t play well with others! I have to say something.

I slipped of the bed, creeping my way up behind her.

“Have fun?”

She spun around quickly, gasping.

“Jesus, Maria, you scared me!”

Good.

“What did you do today?”

“Mariaaaaa.”

“What?”

“Don't do this right now.”

She turned her back to me, opening the glass door & turning on the shower. God, there were marks all over her. Her skin was chaffed & red. Were those bite marks?

“What the hell did he do to you!?”

She ignored me & stepped in the shower. I was not letting her close that door on me. My knee in the way was annoying her.

“Maria, you knew what was going to happen when we got here. We talked about this.”

And it was true. We did talk about this. But working out the linguistics was easy before you actually set it in motion.

“We didn’t talk about him mutilating your body.”

“It wasn’t his fault.”

“What do you mean?”

She looked down, backing away into the steady stream of water. She winced as the warm spray hit her tender breasts. This was not making me want to let this go. I stepped into the shower with her, not caring that I was getting my clothes wet, & backed her against the wall.

“What did you do with him?”

I was almost shaking from anger.

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Why? Because you're ashamed?”

“No!”

“Well, you told him about when we fuck, right?”

“Yes, but he’s mo-“

“Then, why can’t you tell me about what you & him do?”

“He just more understanding that yo-“

“If you can’t even admit what you did, you must not love him like you say you do. So what are we doing?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how I feel?”

I think that’s the most upset I've ever heard her sound. I backed up a bit, feeling guilty. I didn’t think she would react like that. But I couldn’t completely back down. I brought this on so I was going to hold my ground.

“I’m just saying-“

“You wanna know what we did? He came to pick me up & he took me to his house. As soon as we got there, he took my clothes off.”

Ok NOW I was pissed off.

“Oh? What else?”

“What else do you wanna know?”

“Did he eat your pussy?”

“Like soft serve.”

“And you let him fuck you?”

“Yup.”

“And you liked it?”

“Loved it.”

That last phrase hit me in a way that I couldn’t understand & didn’t like. It was almost like she was saying he was better than me & I was not going to stand for that.

I pushed her back onto the far wall of the stall, the grout of the tile scraping against her sensitive skin, making her whimper, but I didn’t care. I forced my tongue into her mouth, wrestling hers into submission. She was resisting but I was not letting her go. Without wasting a second, I spun her around, letting her body slap against the wall before pulling her hair.

“Maria, stop.”

I gripped her hair, wrapping it around my fingers & yanking her head back.

“You think he’s better than me, don't you?”

“I never said-“

“I'm gonna show you. He doesn’t love you more than I do.”

My free hand went straight for her center, tantalizing her. A long, deep moan passed her lips. Her body was already quivering from my touch. He could never make her feel the way I did. Never.

My fingers inside her now, she was wuthering from my touch; working her body in motion with the rhythm of my fingers.

“Mariaaaaa…..I………”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Maria. I love you so much.”

I felt like crying. It felt good when she told me that. Even if it was only pleasure induced. I just wanted to hear her say it. She turned her head, letting me kiss her briefly before coating my fingers with her eruption. Her knees were buckling. She nearly fell, but I caught her, holding her close to me. I could tell she had completely exhausted all her energy. She turned around & I let her wrap her legs around me as I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

I pulled off my clothes, letting them fall in a wet heap on the hardwood before crawling in bed with her. I didn’t want to have sex with her, I just wanted to kiss her. And so I did. All over. Her hair, her cheeks, her thighs, her knees. By the time I have covered her whole body with my lips, she had fallen asleep & that was ok. Snuggling next to her, I closed my eyes, hoping to follow her lead into dreamland. But before I did, I had to tell her one last thing.

“I love you, Nicki. More than anything.”

 

 

When I first agreed to come here with her, I was feeling very confident about the decision she was going to make. But now I wasn’t so sure. She had slept with him. Let him be with her in ways that I thought only I would be able to from now on. Maybe she did it out of pity. Something to signify the end of something that was precious to her. She had said that he was a dear friend to her. And they had been through so many trials & tribulations in their careers together. They always had each other to lean on. There was a high chance that after we all had this talk that he would no longer be available to her. I would like to say that I could view this with an objective mind & that no matter what; I would always be here for her, even if she didn’t choose me. That I would stay by her side because she didn’t know what she was doing in this & I was still a part of this even after I knew the truth. After all, that’s what I had promised. So that’s what would be fair. But right now, we weren’t talking about what was fair; we were talking about what was mine.

 

We walked into the bar, greeted by the maître d. Onika flashed him a winning smile & he led us to our table. It was a slightly deserted part of the restaurant, lights were dim & people were sparse. We reached a corner booth where Drake sat, that same smile that both comforted & annoyed me, plastered on his face. He stood up, as a real gentleman would, as we took our seats. After kissing us both, me on the cheek, Onika on her lips (ew), he resumed his seat.

“I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of selecting a wine for us.” He said as he poured our glasses.

“Not at all, baby.” Onika said, beaming.

 I really don’t like him.

“I mind.” I spat at him.

He immediately stopped pouring the deep red liquid into a glass & looked at me. Before I could look up, Onika was stomping on my left foot with the heel of her Giuseppe. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming & forced out an exasperated chuckle.

“I'm kidding.” I huffed.

“Oh,” He said. “You scared me a bit.”

 His smile resumed & he finished filling the glasses.

“She’s just teasing.” Onika giggled. “Don’t worry. Once she gets to know you better, she’ll take in a little easier on you.”

Uh, negative. The first mistake she made was thinking I wanted to know anything more about him. The fact that I'm even here makes me want to vomit.

They engaged in small talk as we looked at out menus. Drake was trying his hardest to include me, but I wasn’t having it. All of my answers were short & clipped, a bit of an icy undertone. I wasn’t really trying to but I couldn’t really help it either. When the waiter finally came to take our order, I closed my menu & slid it to the edge of the table.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having, Nic.” I told her.

“Oh, well I'm not really in a dinner kind of mood. Can we just have dessert?” she said, looking at Drake.

She looked so childlike, it was adorable.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He said.

God, really? He’s laying it on rather thick tonight.

“So, will the usual be fine sir?” the waiter asked.

Usual? They have a usual? The thought that this may be a frequent rendezvous place for them, without me, makes me angry. But I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Once Onika nodded, sending the waiter on his way, she looked at me & frowned.

“Don’t do that baby; I don’t want you to ruin your pretty lips.”

She used her thumb, pulling my lip from between my teeth & for a moment, I was calm. But when I looked over caught Drake staring at us, any sense of peace I was feeling vanished. Lifting my elbow up on the table, I perched my head on my hand & gazed out over the city.

“I'm really glad you could find the time to come out here & see me. I’ve missed you a lot.” Drake said to Nicki.

 I swear I could punch him. But when I noticed out the corner of my eye that Nicki was looking down & not at him, I felt excited. Ever since she insisted I make this trip with her, I was praying that it was only to break the news to him that she was in love with me & no longer required his services. I looked at his face & saw the worry that crept over him & for the first time tonight, I was really happy. Yes, Drake. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.

“I’ve missed you too.” She said.

Her voice was small. She looked up at him & let her hand find his, holding it tenderly. Yes, she was going to do it. I almost felt bad for the guy. I knew he really liked her. But I did say almost. “Another part of the reason I came out here….is because…I have something to tell you.”

Au revoir Drizzy! Finally you’ll go away so I can have my nic-nack all to myself. She intertwined my fingers with hers under the table. I looked over & smiled at her. “To tell the both of you.”

What, what?

What is she talking about? What could she have to tell the both of us? Is there someone else?!?! I'm panicking. I flinched away from her, rubbing my sweaty palms on my leggings. I looked over at Drake. He was just as shocked as I was. His hand resting just below his nose, covering his mouth. I could feel the vibrations of his leg as it bounced against the floor. We both looked over & trained our eyes on her.  Whatever it was, I knew she was struggling with it. It had to be something big. She took 1 deep breath before continuing.

“I know that this past few months has been really difficult for the 3 of us. It may not seem like it but I've really been struggling with this. Everything is so new to me.” She reached up to Drake’s face, smoothing his stubble. “You know that I love you baby. Very much.” She then turned to me, grabbing my hand, bringing it to her lips & kissing it. “And you know that I love you.” I forced a smile. “But I just can’t choose 1 of you. I want to keep you both. ”

I wanted to scream. This is not what I signed up for. I want her. HER! To myself. Not with him.

“I don’t know Nicki. When imagined us together, I imagined a relationship, not…” I cut my eyes at Drake “joint custody.”

“Well, do I get Thursday thru Sunday?” he asked, jokingly. The hate I had for him rose about 5,000 points when she released that giggle from her mouth. Just like that, he relaxed her. I looked out the window again. Couldn’t be that far from the ground. He could make it if I threw him, right?

“Well, I wasn’t thinking of it in such a…juvenile sense.” The waiter came & placed a large silver tray of intricately decorated red velvet cupcakes. Chocolate covered strawberries were strategically placed all along the edges of the tray.

“What do you mean?” I said, picking up a strawberry.

“Well when I said I wanted you, I meant I wanted both of you……together.” The fruit had just hit my lips when my stomach dropped. I set it down in front of me. I was no longer hungry.

“Are you sure want to do this? It seems like a big step.” Drake asked. She shrugged.

“Not really. But I want to try. You both mean so much to me for different reasons. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. But I just….I can’t see myself living without either of you.”

 Ugh. I hated when she said things like that. I don’t want to live without her either. But I can’t imagine being with her for the rest of my life alongside my “sister wife”, Drake.

“This isn’t gonna work.” I said, the frustration clearly evident in my voice.

“Well, why not? You find him attractive, don’t you?” she asked.

 I looked at him. Even though I don’t like him, I like him. He’s a nice guy. Cute enough. If he wasn’t with MY Nicki, I could consider him as a lover. But this was my Nicki on the line.

“I guess.” I shrugged.

“And you find her attractive, right?” she said to Drake.

“Oh she’s breathtaking.” He said before taking a sip of his wine.

 I fought the blush that threatened to creep across my cheeks. Who am I kidding? This is Drake. I bet he was DREAMING of this since day 1. It wasn’t bad enough he had my Nicki. But now she was offering me as a side dish. I rolled my eyes.

“Alright then. All I'm trying to do is complete the circle. For us all to love each other. Not just me. At least for 1 night. And if it doesn’t work out, then I guess I’ll know who I really want.” 

“Well, whatever you deice baby, I'm for it.” He said, stroking her cheek.

Yeah, I bet you are. She gave him a smile, shot me a displeased look & got up, heading for the bathroom. I paid her no mind, reaching for my glass. A drink is exactly what I needed at this moment to help me process this situation. My hand was almost on the glass, when Drake seized it. Is he crazy?!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I barked at him, pulling my hand away.

“I could ask you the same fucking thing.” He spat. Was he…..angry?

“Well, excuse me. While all your perverted male fantasies are trying to come true, I'm at risk of losing the woman I love and my sanity.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You think this is what I want?” I looked up at him. I could tell in his eyes that it wasn’t. Wow. I was surprised. He had been playing it so cool. “After years of being publicly humiliated about my love for her, I finally have her & I have to share with you.”

“Well I've been fighting this uphill battle for 15 years, so I guess I can see where you're coming from. But if this isn’t what you want, why not tell her?”

“Because this isn’t about me. You know how scared she probably was to tell us this? She probably thought about this for weeks before saying it. And FINALLY when she’s brave enough to say it, here you are, making her feel bad. I won’t do that to her.”

Damn. I feel low now. I didn’t think of it that way. She doesn’t take stuff like this lightly, & I probably really hurt her feelings just now. I took a sip of wine before I spoke.

“So what do we do now?” I asked him.

He sipped his drink as well.

“We play her game.”

“You really think I wanna sleep with you?”

“Really? No. but you will if it means having Nicki.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I would do the same thing. Especially if not doing it meant losing her.”

 He had a point. If I didn’t do it, she would think I didn’t love her completely. But I do. More than my own life. I wouldn’t give her up. Even if it meant being with him too.

“I guess you're right.”

“I know I am.” He sipped his drink again. I was just about to say something back when Nicki came back to her seat.

“So, did you miss me?” she asked, taking a dessert from the tray.

“You know I did.” He told her. I'm so tired of him having the upper hand in this. I needed to do something. I turned to her, giving her all my attention before I spoke.

“Ok. So this whole…us thing. How will it work? Are we just gonna ménage with the Minaj, or what?”

She laughed.

“No. this isn’t just sex. It’s a relationship. I want you to get to know each other.” She said.

“And how do you propose we do that?”

“Well, how about a date?”

A date? Did she really suggest a DATE? With him? And she had the nerve to be excited about it! I didn’t like this idea one bit. But for her, I would do anything. I let my hand creep over to the table, finding his. This caught him by surprise. He looked at me & for a second I could see the slightest hint of worry. Oh, how the tables have turned. Nicki looked between the two of us, our joined hands creating a perfect triangle. A genuine smile crept across her face.

“I would love to,” I said in a seductive tone. His fingers were tense underneath mine. Yes, Mr. Graham, let the games begin.