Is It Revenge Or Love?

Spotted

~Deon~

I watch the range of emotions cross Jaylene’s face, and keeping my face neutral is hard. Jaylene and I were a thing in high school, and it was good. It was good until she started thinking and felt she could do better than me. Well, actually, she felt that I wasn’t doing the right things. I don’t know, nor do I care. I gave her time to be on her own, and now it’s time for her to come back to me.

It wasn’t hard to get her parents on board. They’ve always loved me and are close to my parents. All it took was a phone call to let them know I was ready to have her. Well, that and the other thing, but that doesn’t matter right now.

The moment she walked in, she took my breath away as always. I notice that she still has that streak of defiance, and I like it to a degree. I’m not surprised, though, because I’ve been watching her over the years, and not a whole lot has changed.

Jaylene walked into the venue in her bright red, floor-length dress with a big bow on her shoulder. The dress makes her mahogany skin glow. Her hair has been done up in a French twist, with a few strands pulled out to frame her face. I know she still works out, and it shows in her muscular arms. It isn’t too much, and I love that she keeps her body tight. Her breasts and ass are plump, and my hands are aching to grab them.

I stare into her deep chocolate eyes, amused at the frown her plump lips are set in. Her face is heart-shaped, and she has high cheekbones. I want to run my tongue down her neck, but I know that I will have to wait. I won’t be waiting long; I hope she gets ready. “Why don’t we leave these kids to talk privately?” Our parents smile at us before walking away. I keep my eyes trained on Jaylene, imagining everything I want to do to her.

Jaylene starts to walk away, causing me to grab her wrist and pull her closer to me. “Where are you going, baby girl? I came here just to see you.” She looks at my hand on her wrist before looking into my eyes. There’s a fire in her eyes that I find pretty cute. I think she’s trying to be mad at me, and I find it to be more funny than anything.

“Let me go, now.” I pull her a little closer, feeling the heat of her body on me.

“No, no… don’t act like that. We haven’t seen each other in years. I think we should catch up.”

“I have nothing to say to you. We haven’t seen each other because I didn’t want to see you. I was done with you back in high school and that hold true today. Now, let me GO!” I lean down so my mouth is close to her year.

“Careful how you speak to me, baby girl. I would hate to have to punish you before we can fully get back together.” She yanks her wrist from my hold and takes a step back. Too bad for her; I don’t plan to let her get away that easily. I step toward her and place my hand on the small of her back. I lean down with a smirk on my face. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

~Monroe~

I stand on the landing, staring down into the crowd. I sip from the glass in my hand and take in my surroundings. All of these snakes are here for their own selfish reasons. This is why I didn’t want to do this. I knew those who attended would be more into trying to be seen or flaunt their worth. No one is actually here for genuine purposes.

I let out a sigh as I lean on the railing. I wonder how much longer I have to stay here before I can disappear. “Don’t even think of leaving yet. You haven’t even made yourself known to anyone.” Fu.cking Dixon! I would have fired him many times if he weren’t so good at his job.

“So, you don’t have anything better to do than check up on me?”

“I know you, sir. It’s my job to know you, and I figured I’d have to keep you from trying to run away.” I chuckle and shake my head, knowing he does know me very well. I look out into the crowd, and I swear my heart stops. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, though I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been keeping tabs since high school, and there was every chance this would happen.

I swear my scar starts to throb, and I try to swallow the pain. My breathing starts to get quicker, and my heartbeat increases. I shut my eyes and try to focus on my breathing. I take one breath in and slowly let it out. I repeat the process, but I’m a bit too overwhelmed.

I focus on the glass in my hand. I let my fingers gently caress the grooves etched into the glass. The glass is smooth and cold. I breathe in, allowing the different scents in the room to wash over me. I focus on the smell of the gardenias all over the railings. There are a lot of sounds around me, so I focus on the soft music playing.

A hand on my back breaks me out of my calming technique. I turn my head to look at Dixon. “Sir, are you okay? Do you need your pills?” My pills are the one thing I still hold on to from all of those years ago. I try not to use them anymore, preferring other techniques to calm myself. When those don’t work, I use the pills, but not tonight. I want a clear head for this.

I stand up straight and down the rest of the liquid in my glass. I hand my glass to Dixon and prepare to confront my past: Deon Gage in all his glory, and I’m ready to end him, something I couldn’t do back then. Before I can make a move, the woman he’s with turns her head,d and I swear time stops. It’s her… it’s her, and I’m not ready for it. I don’t know if I should hate her or love her. The past comes flashing back, and my hands clench into fists. Hate her it is.

I walk to the top of the stairs and slowly descend. The music stops, and all eyes land on me, all eyes except for theirs. When I get to the last step, I’m handed a microphone. I gather my thoughts and face my guests. “Thank you so much for coming tonight. I’m so happy you could make the time. For those who don’t know, which should be everyone…” The crowd erupts into a soft laugh, and I try my hardest not to cringe. I watch her walk away without even looking in my direction. “My name is Monroe Jensen. I’m happy to be bringing Lenetronics over the pond to you. Thank you for investing or thinking of investing. Rest assured, your money is safe with me.” I wink, and many women practically melt. I usually have that effect, but I don’t really care too much. “Please enjoy the evening, and I look forward to speaking with you.” I hand the microphone over and step off the stairs, ready to endure the rest of the night.