DIONNAH'S POV
It was almost the end of my final year in high school, the moment I was dreading the most. The moment when I had to part from my one true love, the man of my dreams, the one who held my heart, Derick.
Derick and I had been together forever. We were always doing everything together, from studying to going to church, going to school, or even just hanging out. Our parents were really good friends. I knew they were secretly planning our wedding and even picking out baby names behind our backs.
Who could blame them, I was also doing some planning in my head.
Since Derick took my virginity, we'd become even closer. I felt confident about our love and hoped that we would be together forever.
It was the Friday that Derick was going to leave for college.
"Dionnah, Derick's here," I heard my mom say as she knocked on my door.
Derick was leaving for college in a different state and I was flying out with him. It was hard for me to accept at first but I eventually did. Derick reassured me that the love we had for each other could conquer anything thrown at us and like a fool, I believed him.
"I'll be right down ma," I shouted.
I heard her footsteps on the stairs as I applied some peach lip gloss and a little mascara. I wasn't into the whole makeup bit. I was young, black, and beautiful and I believed in showing off my natural beauty.
I hurried down the stairs and greeted everyone starting with my dad, who was a lawyer. He was already dressed for work and waiting on my older sister Danielle who was attending design school. Her school was near my dad's firm so he would carry her there. I for one thought that she was being a cheapskate since she had her car and would only drive it for her recreational purposes. 'To conserve on gas and save the environment she would say '.
"Morning Derick," I said as I kissed his cheek.
"Morning DeeDee," he smiled.
I wasn't too fond of the name DeeDee since it sounded like doo-doo, which is the name my ancestors in Africa called poop. But since it was Derick saying it I accepted it.
"Are we ready to go?" I asked as he finished his glass of orange juice.
"Yes, my mom and dad are waiting in the car, and so is Lydia."
Lydia is his sister who was only two years younger than we were. She and I became close and confided in each other.
"Okay let's go."
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Three hours later and we reached our destination. In no time we found Derick's dorm room. We unpacked his belongings and then went to grab some food. After eating, Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell said their goodbyes along with Lydia who shed a few tears.
Since I wasn't flying back until Monday I got a hotel room since I couldn't stay on Campus.
Derrick joined me in the hotel room. We made love like it was our last time together.
Even though I didn't have anything to compare our lovemaking to, I always wondered if there was more. It felt like something was missing. The few times we did it was great but not earth-shattering. I didn't even know if I climaxed but I had to just work with his emotions and the moments."I'm gonna miss you," I told him as he pulled me to cuddle with him.
"I'll miss you more," he sighed.
"Promise me we'll always be together."
"I promise," he said and kissed my nose. "Promise me you won't fuck anyone else."
"Derick!" I said swatting his arm. "You know I won't sleep with anyone else."
"Okay," he yawned before dozing off.
"Now you promise me the same."
Silence.
"Derick?" I called out.
He must've fallen asleep because all I heard was his steady breathing and light snores.
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It had been two months since I last saw Derick. The only thing that kept me going was the phone calls and text messages. We would also do video calls and our occasional phone sex, which I found weird and slightly uncomfortable but I played along to please him.
One particular phone call had me confused. I called his phone and a girl's voice answered and then she ended the call when I greeted. I asked him about it and he kept saying I dialed the wrong number and brushed it aside. I was a little suspicious because how could I not know my man's phone number?
Our conversations were becoming less and noninspiring. Sometimes I felt like we were drifting apart. I mentioned it to him and he said it was because of the stress from college and being so far apart. He promised things would get better soon and as usual I believed him.
One day he called me saying we needed to talk.
"Talk about what babe?" I asked.
"Us."
"What about us?" I asked confused.
"I don't think this is working out Dionnah," he dropped on me.
"What! What do you mean?"
"Dionnah, I love you but I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" I asked as tears began to well up in my eyes.
"This us thing. I don't want it to be an us anymore. I need to be by myself, you know, to focus on me."
"Derick please don't do this. We can talk it over. As you said it's just stress. You are stressed and not thinking clearly."
"I'm thinking as clear as can be. There's a whole new world to explore out here. And I plan on doing just that. So out of a clean conscience, I had to let you know."
I was now crying as the realization hit me fully. Derick was dumping me, just like that.
"Why, did you meet someone, Derick?"
"Let's just say I've dipped in a little cream and I love it."
"Are you kidding?" I sobbed
"I can't believe you did this to me. All those years and you just do this."
"Life happens DeeDee."
"Don't call me that you asshole, I hate you," I blurted. "I hate you! I hate you!" I repeated hysterically
"Goodbye Dionnah," he said and hung up the phone, leaving me crying my eyes out.
"Dionnah, are you okay?" I heard my sister ask as she entered my room.
"No Dani, no." I sobbed feeling as if my heart was bursting out of my chest.
"What happened? What's wrong?" she came and sat on the bed and placed her hand over my shoulder.
"Der__ Der__" I sobbed trying to catch my breath.
"Who? what?" She asked, "Did something happen to Derick?"
"He left me, Dani, he broke up with me."
"What! That little shithead."
"He just called and said he doesn't want me anymore and that he found a new world to explore. He said something about dipping in cream. I think he cheated with a white girl," I sobbed on her shoulder.
"I'll kill him."
"And the worse part is he took my virginity Dani and you know how much I wanted to marry first. But I thought he was the one. He tricked me. I thought he loved me, Dani."
"I'll find him and cut his dick off, that piece of shit." My sister cursed.
"I hate him, I hate him."
"Me too sis, me too," she said as she rubbed my back.
"I'll never let this happen to me again. I'm not going to fall for anyone. I don't want to fall in love again," I sniffled.
"Don't worry sis I'll always be here for you. From now on no matter what, I'll protect you. I love you so much."
"I love you too Dani. Just promise me you'll never let me fall into this same predicament."
"I promise sis. I got your back."
That was all I needed to hear. I felt a lot better. I planned on taking my life into my own hands and doing what I want and doing it at my own pace.
I hated Derick and I hated that he cheated on me with someone that was not colored. I blamed her, the poor white girl for taking what was mine, so I promised myself that I would never date a white man, ever.
That was until I met him...
SEVEN YEARS LATER DIONNAH'S POVBeep! Beep! Beep!I didn't get a chance to settle in my office before my phone started to buzz..."Delaney designs, Dionnah Delaney speaking how may I help you?" I answered"Good you're in," Chirped my assistant on the other end of the line..."What is it, Amelia?""Listen boss I'm coming by your office right now, we have matters of utmost importance to discuss.""Fine," I sighed into the receiver before hanging up.I knew what was of grave importance to my pushy little assistant. She had been nagging me for a month now about going on a blind date with a friend of hers from college. I didn't do blind dates because they usually turned out to be disasters, but I finally said yes because I needed Amelia to lay off my back. I told myself that I would just find an excuse on the day of the date I thought to myself. But Amelia was not having it.Five minutes later Amelia was in my office pestering me about what I was going to wear on my little date."I'm just
I reached home at around 6:10 pm. I was in no mood to face my sister because I knew I would be ridiculed when I tell her the blind date didn't go well. I entered the house and headed for the stairs. "Hey, back already?" It wasn't my sister who spoke, it was Jonathan. "Yeah," I answered. "I take it your little date wasn't to your liking." "Not really, he was just not what I pictured when Amelia described him, I mean he was... but wasn't if you get my meaning," I tried to explain. "Not really. Why don't you elaborate." Jon spoke, looking confused. "Well, he was perfect. Tall, very well built, very, very good looking, and well put together. He even smelled amazing." "Then what was the problem?" Jon shrugged. "Amelia didn't tell me he was not African American." "So?" Jon scoffed. "Jon he was white and I had never dated a white man before, I don't think I want to." I snickered. Jon wasn't laughing. I immediately sensed that he was offended. "Well I mean no offense to you or any
MICHAEL'S POVI arrived at the restaurant 20 minutes early and got a table. Agreeing to this blind date was something out of the norm for me. When Amelia told me about her hot, educated, ambitious boss I knew I should give it a shot.Being a seal made it hard to keep a woman. I missed being with a woman, someone to call my own. We occasionally went to places where we would meet hot and horny girls eager to fuck or even just suck a seal's cock. I never fucked any of them, only got my dick blown, and then I would call it a night. I realized I needed more than just one-night stands.So I decided when I returned home I would take out Amelia's boss. Amelia didn't tell me many details, only that her name was Dionnah. She was 26, an accountant, and African American.I thought the name Dionnah sounded familiar but I didn't question Amelia about it.I didn't know if I should trust Amelia to set me up on a date. What if this chick was hideous or even a man pretending to be a woman? I love Ameli
DIONNAH'S POVI got out of bed at 8. Even though it was a Saturday I didn't like sleeping in. I was always a morning person. Thinking about the day ahead and the new possibilities to do great always got me going.I loved the smell of the crisp morning air and the smell of Danielle's early morning breakfasts that I looked forward to.The only thing I had on my mind was relaxing and spending my day by the pool. I got up and fished out a red and yellow polka dot bikini before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.I put on shorts and a tank top then headed downstairs. Upon entering the living room I noticed it was empty. I strolled to the kitchen to find it empty also. A note was sitting on the counter.'Morning Dee didn't want to wake you. Jon and I are gone to pick up his brother. Be back in a couple of hours. XOXO Dani.I sighed, "So much for an early breakfast."I decided to make an egg omelet with toast. I was wavering between having orange juice or mimos
If I had a weak heart, I would be dead. I could die of fright and no one would know why, except for the tall, built, handsome, oh so sexy man standing in front of me. While on our date, I didn't get the chance to appreciate how good-looking he truly was.He wore a Navy-blue T-shirt that hugged his strong, toned torso, his charcoal-coloured jeans pants covered his long-toned legs that could run a hundred marathons without buckling and caving in underneath him. His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. My eyes lingered on his arms, appre
His eyes were like two laser beams burning into my soul. I couldn't take it anymore. “What?” I inquired. He just stood there still, assessing me, scanning me with those damn eyes of his and then he spoke. “Why did you run out on our date?” He asked.“Why didn't you tell them we've met before?” I countered.“Would you rather I did?”“Actually, no,” I blurted. “It was my first blind date, and I wasn't expecting someone like you.”“Someone like me?” He asked with eyebrows raised.“You know, Amelia didn't tell me you were white, and that threw me off. I mean, I've never dated a white guy before. I, much rather prefer men of the same colour as me,” I said, hoping I didn't sound like a bitch.“Oh, now I see. Are you prejudiced?”“Of course not. My sister's fiancé is white, and he's remarkable. It's just not my preference.”“OK I get it,” He smiled.“So, have you ever been with a black girl? – I mean, dated a black girl,” I corrected.“I date all different types of women of all shades, colo
The rest of the weekend flew by quickly. I stayed in my room mostly, so I could finish up some documents on my computer. The fashion show was only a few months away, and I needed to be on track with everything.When I woke up Monday, I felt refreshed. I got up to take a shower when I heard movements in the hallway. I placed my ear on the door and I listened. My heart jumped when I heard a small knock on the door. I bit my bottom lip in order for me not to scream, and then I waited and heard feet shuffling away. I took a deep breath before I opened the door. My eyes landed on the trinkets down below and my breath caught in my chest. There was a light-brown teddy bear wearing a red bow. It was almost as tall as me. A box of chocolates lay perfectly in a heart-shaped box next to a well-put-together bouquet of Lilacs. There was a huge white box with a red bow. I looked up and down the hallway to see if I saw anybody, but I didn't.I hurriedly moved the items inside. I flung the bear on my
MICHAEL'S POV Fifty-six hours, twenty-two minutes, and twelve seconds. That's how much time had passed since Dionnah and I shared the most exhilarating kiss. 13, 14, 15. I kept counting the second hand on the clock that was sitting on the nightstand. Fifty-six hours, twenty-two minutes, and eighteen seconds. That's how long since I've seen Dionnah. Was she avoiding me? Did she enjoy the kiss? Now I felt guilty because over the years I've kissed many women and ghosted them after. Maybe this was my retribution. I went up to her room door a couple of times contemplating whether or not I should knock, but I was told by Dani that Dionnah was engrossed in her fashion show project. My heart stung with heaviness as I longed to see her face. Was this really how a woman felt after a man hit it and quit it? If so, then I feel awful because I'd done this to so many women. I didn't have all the time in the world to make a tally of how many hearts I left in shambles. It was Sunday night, and the