A Dangerous Temptation

Chapter 33

    

         Sapphira's eyes darted back and forth between Miguel and I, not even trying to hide the small smirk covering her lips and the amusement plastered on her face.

   "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? Do you two need the room? Do you want me to leave?"
   Sapphira glanced at me and I cringed.
  "There'll be no need for that. I'm leaving already."
  Miguel stood up and I watched him, parting my lips in surprise.
  Was he seriously acting like this after that moment we just shared? 
  "No. I see you were busy so I'll just go."
  She grabbed the door handle, still smirking at me.
  "We were just watching a movie and it's over," he said, dryly. 

  He walked towards the door.
   "Really?" She looked at him, skeptically.

  "Yes. Ask your roommate. I'm sure she'll love to tell you all about it." 
   "Mig ---" I started.
  He stepped out and slammed the door.
  So hard, that I felt the after-effects ripple through me
    "Kesha?" 
   Sapphira's gaze drilled into my face.
   "Fuck off, Ira. Not in the mood," I snapped, pressing my face to my pillow to prevent my stupid tears from leaking from my eyes.
   The only thought on my mind as I drifted to sleep was God, what was I thinking when I almost kissed him?

                             

                          *****

   I sat down from across Sapphira and Pierre and slammed my Coke down on the table.
    They were my newfound seatmates in the cafe so I was going to be stuck with them for a long time.
  Sapphira slurped on her milkshake noisily, probably from how good it was.
   "So, mademoiselle?"
   Pierre's gaze landed on me and I faked a smile, trying to act like I was catching up.

   Oh, Lord, save my soul.
  "You and that Monsieur? Michael?"
   "Miguel."
  "Oui. Miguel. Bien? Tout va bien maintenant?"
  I shook my head, confused. From either the French or the question, I couldn't tell.
   "I think," I muttered.
 Jarvis stopped by our table, smiling.
   "Hey, sassy ass." He chuckled.
    I glared at him.

    "What? Sassy ass?"
   Pierre's eyebrows rose in amusement or disbelief, I wasn't sure.
   Like he didn't hear when Miguel called me that, the other day.
   "Do not. Ever. Call. Me. That," I spaced out in mock warning.
   He held up his hands in mock defense.
   "Sorry, sassy ass."
  He snickered when I smacked his hand.

  "Well, famous asshole best friend, join the party."
  I pulled out the chair next to me and Pierre looked at the both of us, amused.
  "So, I know that pretty girl over there is Sapphira."
   He gestured to her and she blushed.
  "But who's the guy?"
His gaze lingered on Pierre.
  "Oh. That is Sapphira's French romantic boyfriend."
    I bumped Jarvis on his shoulder, playfully as he looked at both of them, his mouth agape.
  "Two of them?" He held up two fingers, crossing them in disbelief.
   "Are a couple?"

   I chuckled when he put a hand on his head, dramatically.
  "Well, believe it jerk," Sapphira snapped at him and I was proud of how she defended her relationship.
  "Sorry, sorry."
  Jarvis snickered, not sounding sorry at all and I laughed.
   I tuned out as they continued talking amongst themselves.
   I looked up as the câfe door swung open and I saw him walk in. 
  I swallowed.

  Look away, Kesha.
  I paused, still staring at him, hoping he would catch my gaze.
  I honestly hadn't been at rest ever since that night. And I was more worried about the way he left.
   Had I said something wrong? I needed him to talk to me!
   And that's when I saw Jacqueline's arm looped around his neck, awkwardly. 
  I followed his hand with my gaze and almost choked when I saw it hooked around Jacqueline's ass firmly.