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“At first, I had no clue. I was disappointed that I had to come alone.” I had revealed my Korey drama to Enrique at some point during our three-day fuckathon. “Now I am glad that I did. I am glad that all my girlfriends had other plans. If one of them had been here, I could never have been myself; not like this.”
“Then I’m glad their asses didn’t come either,” he said jokingly.
For the next few minutes, Enrique shut up and handled his business. We came together underneath the water. As we were walking back to his villa so he could pack, he added, “Take your time and think about it. I’ll give you my number and I hope you’ll consider giving me yours. I won’t pressure you but I would really like to see you again.”
I decided to spend the remainder of that night in my own villa. Saying good-bye to Enrique as he left for the airport would have been too much drama for me. He had caught feelings and I was straight-up confused. My message light was blinking when I got back to my unit. There were five messages from Carmelo, wanting to know where I was because he wanted to see me before I left. There were two messages from Aunt Maxie, worried about my safety since she had not heard from me in days. Then, there was one from Korey; short, straight and to the point. “I hope you’re having a good time. That’s cold that you would go on a trip without me. Well, I guess you’ve made your point. Have a nice life.”
Maybe it was just me but I could have sworn that Negro had cheated on me, disrespected me, tried to control me and then dumped me. He was acting like I had victimized him. Yes, that shit was definitely over!
DAY SIX
Reminisce Over Me
C armelo was banging on my door bright and early the next morning. You would have thought the sky had fallen; the way he was panicking. I struggled out of bed, turning off my iPod. “He Is” by Heather Headley, one of my “sleep” selections, was caressing my brain until now as I staggered toward the door.
I knew it was him I did not even bother covering up the bra and panties I had fallen asleep in after an early morning shower less than four hours earlier.
“Carmelo, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“¿Dónde has estado?”
“What do you mean, where have I been?” I asked angrily. “I’ve been in my skin.”
“I left you a ton of messages.”
“Five barely constitutes a ton but I did get them last night.”
Carmelo started sniffing the air and examining my sheets.
“Um, excuse me, what are you doing?”
He glared at me. “Searching for evidence.”
All I could say was, “Wow!”
He stopped in his tracks as he rearranged the pillows on my bed. “Wow what?”
“I’m stunned. You’re acting like my man and, last time I checked, we only met about five days ago.”
Carmelo sat down on the bed and buried his face in his hands. I sat down beside him and rubbed his back.
“Carmelo, you’re really sweet but I have to go back to the States tomorrow and we’ll never lay eyes on each other again. You need to get a grasp on reality.”
He did not utter a word for a few minutes. Then he stunned me again. “Okay, okay, since you’re going back, spend today with me.”
“Carmelo…I…”
“Please, Taneisha. What else do you have planned for today?”
“Actually, I was going to go to Playa del Carmen and catch the ferry to Cozumel.”
“Then I’ll go with you,” he stated insistently.
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I’ll get the stomach flu. I never get sick or miss work. They won’t give me a hard time.”
Everything within me told me to put Carmelo off and insist that he leave and get back to work. Everything but the part of me that wanted to spend my last day in Mexico with the man who had clearly stolen my heart; despite all the whoring around I had been doing. Even with three days of fucking with fine-ass Enrique, Carmelo was the one who made me feel most special. I could not be honest with him and tell him that I had gone to the bullfight, fucked a man on a table at a bar and then spent seventy-two-plus hours with a Californian.
