It's Wrong for Me to Love You, Part 2

by Krystal Armstead

Genres: African American Urban; African American Romance

Synopsis

After a complicated love triangle found Ne'Vaeh involved with her best friend's man, she thought she had found happiness. Unfortunately, heartbreak continues for her, and now she is struggling to deal with feelings of love lost.

Charlene says she is pregnant by Aaron, the man they both loved, and Ne'Vaeh is devastated. Charlene refuses to set the record straight. She doesn't want Aaron, but she's determined to keep him away from her backstabbing former friend.

Old feelings resurface, and Ne'Vaeh finds herself falling in love again; however, Charlene's jealousy is about to consume her. How dare Ne'Vaeh find happiness when she's trying to make her life miserable? Charlene concocts a plot to put a damper on everyone's plans.

All is fair in love and war, so they say. Find out what happens when everything comes to a head. Does love really conquer all?

Release date: October 31, 2017

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 400

Sample

You already know I wanted to beat the fuck out of Ne’Vaeh’s ass when that receipt fell out of Aaron’s jacket pocket. I didn’t give a fuck about Karma’s bitch ass. All I cared about was the fact that my so-called best friend was doing something to have my man buy her a dress that cost damn near $400. The way he touched her, the way he held her, the way he looked at her, and the way she looked at him at her birthday party let me know that something was going on. I didn’t need to see the receipt for the dress to let me know that they were fuckin’.

I called Aaron for hours after he left the party. My girls were in the club, dancing, having a good ol’ time. Where the fuck was I? Outside the club, blowing up Aaron’s phone, cursing him out on his voice mail.

I screamed aloud, shoving my cell phone in my purse after calling the phone about fifty times within a fifteen-minute period. It was about 3:15 in the morning. I should have been home, asleep in Aaron’s arms. Instead, I was up calling and looking for him . . . when I already knew where he was.

“Shorty, what you doin’ out here?” I heard a familiar voice over my shoulder.

I turned around to see Jamie walking toward me, dressed in a totally different outfit than he was dressed in a few hours earlier. I rolled my eyes. “Oh my goodness, Jamie—you gotta wear a different outfit to each place you go to? You go to the store in one outfit, you go the gas station in another outfit, and you go to the bathroom in another outfit. Arrogant and ghetto-fabulous as a muthafucka.” I shook my head.

Jamie grinned at me. “What—you mad because you can’t afford to do shit like this unless your parents pay for it for you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Jamie. I don’t have time for your shit tonight, okay? I have better things to do than stand here and go back and forth with you. Go on now. Get!”

Jamie looked at me. “What better thangs? Calling your man, seeing which hotel he’s at with your best friend?”

I looked at him. “What are you talking about?”

Jamie took a pack of Newports out of his pocket. “Yeah, shorty, one of my niggas said he saw your boy at a party at the Marriott Hotel in Alexandria, Virginia. That was about 11:00. Said they seen him there with this cute li’l brown-skinned chick.”

I shook my head, eyes watering. “Jamie, Ne’Vaeh isn’t the only ‘cute li’l brown-skinned chick’ in the world, okay?”

Jamie looked at me. He laughed a little. “Wearing a sexy, tight, Coogi dress?”

I folded my arms. I really didn’t want to hear any more. “Jamie, look, I don’t really wanna be hearing all of this shit, okay? It’s bad enough that I had to find the receipt to that fuckin’ dress in Aaron’s pocket, but now I have to hear that the muthafucka took her to a party at a fuckin’ hotel? What time did they leave the hotel?”

Jamie shook his head, lighting his cigarette. “They didn’t. Dude said they got a room there. A fuckin’ suite.”

My eyes immediately were swollen with tears. “Oh my God.” I covered my mouth, tears sliding down my face. “How—how could they do this to me, Jamie? Jamie, I love him. I changed who I was for him. I never loved anybody like I love him. I can’t take this shit. I won’t take this shit.” I took my keys from my purse.

Jamie grabbed my arm. “Shorty, what are you doing?”

I pulled away from him, pushing him off me. “What am I doing? Are you seriously asking me that shit? I am about to go beat a bitch’s ass. She has no right to fuck with my man.”

Jamie’s eyes searched my face. “She doesn’t?”

I folded my arms across my chest. “What me and you did ain’t got shit to do with her. She’s old news to you, Jamie. The only reason why you and I even slept together is that I needed to get laid. Aaron wasn’t touchin’ me, kissin’ me, fuckin’ me, lookin’ at me, holdin’ me—doing nothing to me for months.”

Jamie scoffed, nodding his head. “Oh, okay. But you weren’t using me, huh? ’Cause that sure as hell is what it sounds like, Charlie.”

I shook my head. “No, I wasn’t using you. You really came through for me; I needed you.”

He shrugged. “Well, shorty thinks she needs him too.”

“This can’t be happening to me!” I screamed out. “He’s gonna leave me for her, Jamie!”

Jamie looked at me, shaking his head. “Nah, shorty, your boy must just be goin’ through somethin’. You were goin’ through some shit when you slept with me. What makes you think Aaron isn’t goin’ through it too? I’m not sayin’ what he’s doing isn’t wrong, shorty. All I’m sayin’ is people go through thangs. My girl got tired of my shit and broke up with me a few weeks ago. She said I had too many hoes. I told shorty from jump that I wasn’t ready to settle down. There really is no point in fallin’ in love with a nigga like me. Told shorty from the start that I was no good.”

I just looked at him. “Jamie, what the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“I’m sure you saw some sign in the beginning that Aaron was feeling your girl, and you just decided to ignore it. He ignored it too, obviously. Must have been something you said or done to make dude decide to holla at your girl now, some three years later.” Jamie exhaled smoke from his nose.

I looked at him. I wanted to shove that fuckin’ cigarette down his throat . . . until I actually thought about what he said. Aaron asked me what I thought about marriage. Without even thinking, I shut the boy down, telling him that marrying him was the last thing on my mind. That was only because I was pregnant with Jamie’s baby.

I looked up at Jamie. I wanted to tell him about the baby, but I couldn’t. I wanted Aaron. I needed Aaron. I loved him. Yes, I was attracted to Jamie. Who wouldn’t be? He was beautiful, he was sexy, he was fine, he was charismatic, and he was amazing. My heart was broken because I let my feelings for Aaron go unspoken. I never really told him how I felt about him. I never really told him how much I loved him, and because of that, he lost interest in me and found it in Ne’Vaeh. He called her “Heaven.” He avoided her on every occasion, probably because he was trying to suppress his feelings for her. I’d made a mistake that I couldn’t take back.

“Well,” I sighed, “I think he was thinking of proposing to me. I blew it when he asked me what I thought about marriage.”

Jamie exhaled smoke through his nose. “What did you say?”

I looked at him. “I laughed in his face.”

Jamie laughed a little to himself. “Why did you laugh?”

I shrugged. “I guess I was in shock that he even brought the topic up. He’d never talked to me about getting married. We had just started having sex again after not having sex for months, Jamie. He’d finally started touching me again. He’d finally started kissing me again. He finally started holding me at night again. When he asked me how I felt about spending the rest of my life with somebody, I guess I felt guilty because I knew that I slept with you.”

Jamie’s eyes searched my face. He flicked his cigarette into the street. “Yeah, shorty, love will have you feeling all types of ways. That’s the reason why I make it known off the gate that if you’re looking for love from me, you might as well make it easy and leave, shorty.”

I rolled my eyes. “You talk all that good talk when you’re with a female, and you expect her not to feel anything for you? Jamie, you’re amazing. You can’t tell me that you didn’t feel anything when you saw Ne’Vaeh dancing with Aaron.”

Jamie just looked at me, hands in his pockets.

“You use other women to suppress the feelings that you have for Ne’Vaeh.” I glared at him. “You used me, Jamie, and you know it.”

“The same way you used me to alleviate the pain you felt from your boy neglecting you?” Jamie’s eyes searched mine.

“Jamie, I just told you that I didn’t use you,” I exclaimed. “Yes, I wanted to get laid, I’ll admit, but no one has ever touched me the way you did. I love Aaron, but everything that you do, it feels like making love, Jamie. You know what to do, what to say, what a girl wants, what a girl needs. You know the shit you do drives a girl crazy. Like right now, I was out here, minding my own business, trying to find out where my man is, and you got me here thinking about sex.”

Jamie grinned a little. “I’m just trying to get you to really think about what you’re thinking about doing to your best friend, shorty. What she’s doing with your boyfriend is fucked up, true, but you can’t act like your shit doesn’t stink as bad as hers does. You wanted your boy, you should have told him. You were too busy, you were too pretty, you were too popular, you were too independent, you were too comfortable, and you were too proud to tell the dude how you felt about him a long time ago. You can’t blame this entire situation on him, shorty. I think you both have some talking to do. Obviously, it’s not happening tonight, so you might as well take your ass home.”

My lips trembled. I stood there, arms folded across my chest, hair blowing in the wind. I was really hurting. There was no telling when Aaron was going to go back to his apartment. He was avoiding me. It was almost four in the morning. I knew he was in bed with her, probably just finished fuckin’. He was holding her, kissing her, running his fingers through her hair—all the things he used to do to me when we first met.

Jamie watched me jiggling my car keys in my hand. “You takin’ me home with you or nah?”

I looked at him, heart jumping in my chest. “I thought me and you discussed this back in August, when I confronted your ass at that hotel?”

Jamie grinned. “After a night like this, wouldn’t you like some company? I know what you saw tonight fucked your world up, shorty.”

I knew he was just as mad as I was about the situation. He hated seeing Aaron with Ne’Vaeh, though Jamie was better at covering up his feelings than I was. “What do you think he’s doing to her, Jamie?” My eyes searched his.

Jamie just looked at me. “Probably the same things that I wanna do to you.”

I shook my head, looking up at him. “He’s making love to her, Jamie. You don’t make love, remember? ‘No love’ is what you make. Jamie, I need my man back.” I started crying.

Jamie sighed. My depression was depressing him. He took out another cigarette. “Shorty, you and I already had this discussion months ago. I told you to leave dude alone, but you decided to stay anyway.”

“So, I brought this shit on myself?” I exclaimed.

He shook his head. “Nah, but you could have avoided it. You stayed with dude when you knew neither one of y’all were happy. You knew he would eventually go looking for whatever he felt he wasn’t getting from you. Now he found it in your best friend. And I know that shit’s eating you up right now.”

Depressed, I said, “I don’t even know what to say, Jamie.”

Jamie held my hand. “Let’s get outta here. My car is at my aunt’s crib. I caught a ride with my homie. Just take me to your crib so I can get some sleep, yo. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. I haven’t slept in a few days. Been up partying; I just need a break.”

I looked up at him, drying my tears. What damage could have been done that wasn’t already done?

I drove him to my two-bedroom apartment in Baltimore. He made himself right at home on my beige sofa. He took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

“Did you want something to drink?” I walked into the kitchen, tossing my keys on the granite countertop.

“Nah, I’m good. Man, shorty, you gotta nice li’l place here.” Jamie laughed a little to himself.

“Well, it’s no mansion in southern Maryland, but it is comfortable, and I paid for it myself, without my mother’s help, thank you.” I opened the fridge, taking out a bottled water.

“Oh, so you heard I bought a house here?” Jamie was surprised that people still talked about him.

“What? Who hasn’t heard about you moving back here next year? Everyone knows you signed a contract with the Ravens, Jamie. Why you picked them out of all the teams who wanted you, only your heart knows that, right?” I walked over to him.

Jamie just looked at me as I came over and sat on the sofa next to him. “Let me ask you somethin’. You been with Aaron since you were sixteen, going on three years now, and y’all not living together? I don’t see shit in this apartment that belongs to your boy. No jacket, no shoes, no pictures. Where is the love, shorty?”

I looked around my apartment. He was right. Nothing about my apartment said that I even had a boyfriend. Everything around my apartment centered on dancing or cheerleading. I had a china cabinet full of trophies from dance and cheerleading competitions. I had pictures of my sorority and dance team all over the wall. You knew that I loved dance by coming into my apartment, but nothing about my apartment said that I loved Aaron. Aaron didn’t so much as have a toothbrush at my apartment. At least Aaron did have a picture of me sitting on the table next to his nightstand. Come to think of it, I can’t even really count that picture, because he probably only cherished it because it was a picture that I’d taken with Ne’Vaeh.

I opened the bottle and took a long sip.

Jamie looked at me as I licked the water from my lips and screwed the top back on the bottle. “Dude has no idea that you love him, shorty. He went to Ne’Vaeh looking for the love that you never showed him. I’ve been with shorty. She knows how to love. She loved me, and I was too afraid to accept it.” Jamie’s mind wandered for a few minutes. He was mad at the situation, the same way that I was.

I looked at him. “Sounds like tonight has you feelin’ some type of way too, Jamie. How did you feel when you saw them dancing together?”

He looked at me. “It—” he hesitated as his words faltered. “It made me really miss her. And I’m not even the type to tell someone that I miss them.”

My eyes sparkled. It seemed like everyone was in love with Ne’Vaeh, and that made me really hate her at the moment. She didn’t have to do anything to get someone to love her. Seemed like I was doing the most, and it still didn’t get me who or what I wanted. My life seemed easier when I was doing whatever I wanted. I was good at being bad. Seemed like I always got what I wanted. As soon as I changed my lifestyle and stuck to one man, my entire life had fallen apart. Maybe Jamie did have the best solution to a happier life.

I stood from the couch, undressing down to my black bra and cotton boy shorts.

Jamie’s eyes traced my curves. “Damn, shorty, you getting’ thick as a muthafucka.”

I looked at him. He noticed my weight gain. I didn’t have a belly yet, but my breasts were bigger, my hips were spreading, and my thighs and butt were getting chunky. “What? What do you mean?” I hesitated.

He looked into my face as I sat back down on the couch. “You picked up a few pounds, and it looks good on you, shorty. Got-damn.” He pulled me closer to him by my hips.

I sighed as he slipped his fingers under my panties, tickling my clit. “I just—let’s just kiss and touch. I just need to feel something tonight. I don’t need to go all the way. I just need to feel your lips on me. That’s it.” I was already breathless from his first touch.

Jamie nodded, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. “That’s cool. I don’t have any condoms with me tonight anyway, shorty. I’m done with that raw shit. I got a shorty down in Mississippi pregnant a few months ago.”

I swear my heart damn near stopped. “What?”

Jamie watched the horrified expression on my face. “Shorty went and had an abortion at six weeks pregnant and didn’t tell me until afterward. I can’t go through that shit again, Charlene. I felt bad for shorty, but I’m not ready to be a father.”

I immediately pulled his hand from my panties. “Okay, ummm, I think you should go.”

Jamie laughed a little. “What, you want me to go get some condoms?”

I shook my head, standing from the couch. “No, Jamie, you need to just leave. Doing this with you isn’t gonna win Aaron back. This isn’t gonna get back at Aaron, because he doesn’t give a fuck about me. This is wrong. Even if Aaron is out there somewhere with Ne’Vaeh, this is still wrong. This shit right here is the reason why Aaron doesn’t love or trust me. I tried to change, I tried to be the perfect girlfriend, and now, I’m standing here damn near naked with a guy who made it perfectly clear that a relationship is something he is not ready to be in. You could never love me, no matter what I did for you. I might still have a chance with Aaron. I love Aaron, and this is wrong. So you need to go.”

Jamie laughed. Nothing ever seemed to faze him. He always laughed everything off. “A’ight, shorty, you want me to leave? A’ight, I’ll go. You know my number.” He stood from the couch.

Tears slid down my face as I grabbed my cell phone from the end table, and then handed it to him. “Actually, I don’t have your number anymore. I threw it away the day that you gave it to me at the airport.”

He grinned and entered his contact information in my phone. “You didn’t think you’d see me again? Didn’t think you had to face me again? We’ve known each other a long time, Charlie. You can’t get rid of me just because you throw my number in the trash can, shorty.” He handed my phone back to me.

It was excruciating holding in the truth for so long. I wanted to tell Jamie about the baby. There was no better time than right now to tell him that I was having his baby, especially when I was losing Aaron anyway. After hearing him say that he wasn’t ready to be a father and that he’d had some other chick in the hospital getting an abortion, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I was having his baby.

“I know, Jamie, and I’m sorry. I’m just really vulnerable right now. I’m so mad at Aaron, and then you show up tonight at the club. Seeing you just does something to me sometimes.” I dried my tears.

Jamie looked down into my face. He gently kissed my lips. Oh, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. His lips stroked mine until I gently pushed him away.

I looked up at him, watching him lick his lips. “You have my heart racing, Jamie. Stop it,” I whispered, with my hand over my heart.

He grinned a little as his cell phone rang. “What’s up?” he answered the phone after eyeing the caller ID. “I’m in the city, man; what’s up wit’cha?”

I sighed, picking up my clothes from the floor. Jamie had stayed in the streets ever since I’ve known him. I think what he liked most about Ne’Vaeh when we were growing up was that she never had a problem with who he was. There was no changing Jamie, and she never tried. Jamie really loved her for that. No one cherished Jamie the way that she did. Ne’Vaeh once worshipped the ground that he walked on. She was sprung, and now I know why.

I walked into the kitchen, wishing I could drink that bottle of Cîroc that was in my refrigerator. I hated myself right then. I was trying my hardest not to fall for Jamie, but he was making it a challenge. His heart was even more unattainable than Aaron’s, so I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he’d ever have a relationship with me, but at least Jamie showed interest in me. It didn’t hurt that we’d been friends since elementary school. That was probably why he cared about me so much.

It also didn’t help that Jamie was sexy as a muthafucka. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled at me, the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the way he talked to me—everything about him touched my heart. He had everything that I wanted in Aaron. The only thing that I hated about Jamie was the one thing that he had in common with Aaron—Ne’Vaeh.

Jamie pressed “end” on his cell, and then put the phone back in his pocket. He looked up at me. “Shorty, my nigga, Andre, is about to pick me up at the Exxon gas station on the corner.”

I nodded, sitting down on the bar stool at my barista table. “Okay, boo,” I whispered.

“You have my number now, Charlie. If you want me to come back over, I will.” Jamie walked toward the door.

Tears slid down my face as I watched him leave.

I spent the next day and a half calling Aaron and trying to keep Jamie off my mind. I didn’t bother going to class. I sat in the school library, dialing Aaron’s number on my cell. I must have left thirty voice mail messages on his phone that Monday morning. Dude had the audacity to cut off his phone after I called the tenth time. I was hurt; I couldn’t believe Aaron would do me the way that he did. He knew I’d find out where he was. He knew I had eyes and ears everywhere. Jamie wasn’t the only person to let me know where Aaron was. My nanny’s daughter, Martha, was a housekeeper at the Marriott where Aaron and Ne’Vaeh were. She called me that morning and told me that she’d walked in on Aaron naked, asleep, holding ‘some li’l black girl.’ The manager at the hotel dated my cousin, Tasha. He told me that he saw Aaron’s Impala parked outside the hotel. He said he knew by Aaron’s license plate that it was his car. There weren’t too many “PhuckIt” license plates around.

You could imagine how pissed I was when Martha called me around 4:30 that afternoon telling me that another housekeeper walked in on Aaron and Ne’Vaeh having sex in the bathroom. She said there were condom wrappers everywhere. She said they looked like they’d been fuckin’ all muthafuckin’ day. At around 6:00, I received an automated call reminding me of my monthly checkup. I called Aaron another twenty-five times that night. Still, straight to fuckin’ voice mail. Aaron didn’t want shit to do with me. He didn’t even wanna hear my . . .