“That was it? She just left?” Adriana replied confused.
“Yep, that was it. She left. But then the next morning, she
started sending me all these text messages, telling me how sorry she was and
how she felt bad for taking advantage of me.”
“Taking advantage? But you invited her over…”
“And got her drunk, and got naked.” Karen commented. “But
she just kept apologizing. After a while, I was just super annoyed. She said
she was so embarrassed and all this stuff. I just kept it cool. Then after I
don’t react she starts telling me how she has feelings for me and she doesn't want to hurt me. And she thinks that she pressured me…and blah blah blah.”
“Karen. Don’t be mean.”
"I’m serious, Adriana. It was just so much. Plus it’s like I
knew she liked me…that’s why I was trying to give her a chance. I mean, I set
that shit on a platter for her and she was too scared to take it. Now she wants
to talk to me about emotions and feelings and being embarrassed. I’m just not
for all of that. It’s over. I want to be done with it.
“You told her that?”
“Yea…and now she is not talking to me. She said it’s too
hard being around me, because she feels like she can’t trust herself around me
and she respects me too much to just sleep with me.”
“But that’s what you want?”
“I don’t know what I want. But I know that I am not going to
like throw it at her anymore. I am used to dealing with men. If Adrienne came
home and I had been drinking and his kids were asleep, I wouldn't of even made
it to the bedroom. He would have bent me over the sofa. She is just not
aggressive enough for me. She is like too nice or something.
“And Dana isn't nice.”
“Yea…she’s nice” Karen blushed. “But she’s not apologetic.
It is what it is with her. Like last night, after we worked out. I was tying my
shoe and she just slapped my ass. Just out of nowhere, and when I looked up at
her, she just looked back like… “yea” I did it.”
“But wait, isn't she the brown skinned girl.”
“Yea, with the locks”
She had on heels that night. She is like super feminine.
“She LOOKS super feminine. Her personality is way more
aggressive than Elena’s. She’s just so…confident.
“I bet she doesn't open your doors though.”
“Naw…she doesn't. Good thing it’s not my doors that need
opening.” Karen smirked.
“Ma!” Karen heard her oldest scream from the living room.
Cameron spilled his milk in Carmen’s hair.
Karen shook her head and looked at her sister “back to
reality!”
Just as Karen was walking into the other room, she heard a
car door slam. “Look out there, Adriana…its probably your sorry ass brother.” She
kidded.
“Ummm no,” Adriana stammered it’s a girl…I think its…Cowry.”
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