Talania: A Trip down Memory Lane
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“Where? At the Laguna house?” She throws her palm to her forehead. “You mean they were right under my nose the entire time?” She closes her eyes. She only does that when someone is pissing her off and she is trying to cool down. “I’m done talking now. I need to go get ready. Bye,” she hangs up.
“Apparently they’re all in the attic at the Laguna house. I’m going to drive there tomorrow and get everything.” She puts her phone on the counter.
“You want me to come with you?” Please say yes.
She tilts her head, smirking. “What do you think?” she teases me.
“Good. Now let’s get ready.” I drag her towards the bedroom.
I watch her the entire time she gets ready. Every move she makes is with such care. She is so graceful. I have f**king missed her. She takes two chopsticks out of her makeup bag. Making two small buns near her neckline, she runs the sticks through them. Something so damn simple makes her look so exotic. I can’t take it anymore; I have to touch her.
I walk up behind her in the mirror, wrapping my arms around her waist. I lean into her, kissing her neck on the spot she used to love. She shivers.
Fuck, she smells so good!
“You almost ready baby?” I kiss her neck again.
She leans her head against mine. “Yeah,” she whispers, turning around in my arms. Evelyn kisses my bottom lip, making me moan.
“Baby, the littlest touch is going to make us late,” I groan.
She rolls her eyes and pulls away, slipping into those f**king awesome black heels she wore the other night.
“I didn’t know you brought those.” I point to her shoes.
“A real woman never leaves the house without heels,” she says and shrugs. “Well, at least that’s what Cosmo said when I was reading it during radiation.”
“Ev.” I look into her eyes.
Fuck, I hate this shit that I wasn’t there for her.
“C’mon handsome, you’re gonna get me drunk tonight and sing to me.”
Well, f**k me sideways. I ain’t going to argue with the girl.
I try to open the jeep door for her and she smacks my hand away. “Tristan,” she scolds.
“I’m sorry, you’ve always hated that.”
She hums to the radio all the way to my club. When we pull up and get out, I take her arm in mine.
“I have a question.”
“What’s that crazy girl?” I kiss her temple.
“If Adella knew you, why did she act like she was begging Skinny to let us in?” She stops waiting for my answer.
“Well, for one, she likes to boost Skinny’s ego, and two, she’s more Shawn’s friend than mine.” I shrug.
Evelyn smiles and starts pulling me to the door. “I want to play with Skinny, so go with it, okay?” She smirks.
Oh, shit! That Evelyn smirk, the one she just did, always got us into f**king trouble!
We walk up to Skinny and he does a double take, quirking his brow and folding his arms.
“Skinny, how are you baby?” she purrs, running her fingernail down his arm.
My eyes go wide.
Shit, she is going all in!
“Tristan, what the hell is this baby girl doing?” He grumbles.
“How the f**k am I supposed to know? You’re the one that she knows on a first name basis.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal.
“I see…well, I’m doing just fine baby girl and you?”
“Well I was having such a shit day,” she mock sighs, “until I saw you standing here,” she sexily whispers.
I cough.
Oh shit, she is going to kill me.
Skinny rolls his eyes. “Tristan, you better get a hold of your girl before I drag her fine ass to the break room.” He grins at her.
“Well, you both suck. That was no fun at all,” she steps over the velvet rope.
“Where did you get that one Trist?”
I don’t even take my eyes off Ev’s ass while I answer him.
“She’s ‘Love Lost’ Skinny and I gotta go.” I smack him on the back stepping over the rope chasing down my crazy-ass beautiful girl.
9
Tristan finds me sitting in his booth.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know where that came from. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Yes you have. That evil Evelyn grin clued me in to play along or you’d have my nut-sac.” He scoots in next to me, motioning the waitress over.
“Really? I was that outgoing?” I ask and all I want to do is cry because I don’t even know who the hell I am anymore. “I wish I could remember.”
“You’re finding yourself quicker than you think babe. Really, you are,” he assures me.
A brunette waitress who is about six feet tall walks up to our table. She is wearing black booty shorts and a tiny black top with ‘Before and After’ splashed across the front in red letters and a sultry look on her face.
“Tristan, what can I get for you?” she purrs.
Just Tristan? I am sitting right here.
“First, you can get Ev anything she wants on the house, anytime she’s in here.”
She looks over to me with a smirk.
“Hello.” I force a smile. “Tristan baby, can you order for me?” I pull on his shirt, bringing him closer, allowing me to place a sexy kiss on his lips. “Please,” I whisper, getting up.
“Baby, where are you going?” he asks, his eyes hooded over.