The Bed I Made (Part II of III)

I felt a bit blazay after the foursome that occurred between Darius, Maurice, Robbie and myself. I find myself in these situations all the time. I really want to have someone to myself. Someone that I don't have to sneak behind peoples backs, lie or deceive. I want someone that is not attached or burned from a previous. Someone who is ready for me. Until I find that person, there is always this single life of mine. I sat on the balcony of my Brooklyn Heights building overlooking the lower Manhattan skyline in nothing but my plush white bathrobe that Darius bought me years ago as a housewarming present sipping on red wine from Portugal. I heard my iphone on the coffee table in my living vibrating next to my blackberry which I had been ignoring all day. I decided to get up and look at the phone. It was Robbie leaving me a voicemail on my iPhone. I was excited because Robbie though not my first experience was the first guy I fell in love with and the first guy to make me feel like I was everything. I just wish things between us were, well different.

I dialed Robbie back to find out what he was doing. I received a ring back at first of "Does He Do It" by Trey Songz. I heard the usual commotion that is normal with media, he sounded really busy. "Hey babe, whats good I'm really busy so I'm about to make this quick. Do you want to come over tonight. Just me and you and some TV, red wine?" I replied with a slight giggle "Since when did I become babe?", "You became babe when I realized I couldn't stop thinking about you so stop being a prude and get sexy butt over here to my place" he said with that Robbie boom of confidence. "Ok, Robbie what time?" I asked sighing "Be there by 9, I know you're favourite show comes on so I want to have you settled and comfortable, cool?" "Ok Robbie, I'll be there" "Good, see u tonight" and he hung up.

I was dressed pretty smart for a date that I was going on with someone so familiar. I had a nice dark blue denim pair of jeans, a button up v neck grey sweater and a checkered button down with a black blazer and black martini glass print Stubbs & Wooten loafers. I was looking really nerdy but I remember when Robbie and I dated years ago, he used to make fun of me for dressing like a preppy yuppie but he also liked it because I was so comfortable in myself.

I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to his floor again. I knocked on his door and he opened the door quickly "Come on in" he said. with two glasses in his hand. I noticed a there was a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table and he had my favourite show Family Guy playing. "Wine and Family Guy huh" I said with a smile to my face that went ear from ear, I took my black blazer off and put it on an adjacent loveseat and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It was an all new episode so I was extremely attentive, Robbie sat next to me and pour a glass halfway of red wine for me and place it in my hand. "I like hearing you laugh" he said. I looked at him with a warm smile. He know hows to talk a decent talk but I already knew that's just how he does.

I fell asleep on the couch in his arms and was awaken by a wet kiss on my forehead. It kinda made me smile. "Get up" he whispered. "I'm tired, can I just lay here"? "Ok" he whispered back. I was suprised by Robbie behaving himself, as badly as I wanted to have sex with him again, I really wanted to see where his mind was. Did he want me to come over for sex or did he want me to come over because he likes having me around? I'm starting to believe maybe he does like my company.

The next morning around 9am, I hear keys jingling in the front door and I was extremely started because it was a sound that I am not used to hearing. I first see a pair of very slender legs and a pair of size 9 Christian Loubotins. In my disgust and dismay it is the one person that I had never expected to see in my life again. Robbie's ex-wife Lynette Michelle. If Angela Bassett could have a bitter younger sister from Waiting To Exhale era this would be her, 5'6 with jet black hair going down her back, dark skinned like a jungle baby, dark brown piercing eyes and always wore black and never let red lipstick go out of style. The sight of this woman always bothered me. I've never been the type of person to blame anybody for anything in my life but I blame her taking my man away from me, I blamed her for the reason Robbie and I stopped talking and her presence made me realize why I stopped associating with Robbie in the first place.

"Well" Lynette said with a sarcastic sighed suprised "I see some things just don't change, it appears I walk in on you again except this time you have clothing on"

She walked through the apartment almost sashaying and caresses the adjacent love couch. "Two wine glasses?"

"ROBERT!" I yelled
"Oh god" she paused "you sound like me when I'm mad at him, kinda like when I was married to him"
"That's right you were married to Robert, what happened to that?"
"You happened"
"I happened before you happened to come along"
"I have things that you don't have"
"I have things that he doesn't want from YOU!" I said holding back every bit of anger

Robert walked out his bedroom with just his plain white boxers on showcasing a sexy bare shaven body.

"Lynette, you don't live here anymore if you are going to come, you need to call"
"Change you locks, I came here to get the rest of my things" She coldly responded
"Then call, I'll gladly send them to you"
"I'm leaving" I said
"No let me drive you home"
"I'm good...I'm good, I can take a cab, clearly you two have things to discuss"

I looked around for my blazer and made sure my cell phones were in there and looked back at Lynette and Robert in pure disgust at what I was seeing and walked out. As I pressed the button for the elevator, I could hear Robert and Lynette arguing. I don't see what they are arguing for. There is no children involved, no alimony involved. Clearly, they had to have had something going on between the time they divorced and now to still be in contact with each other. The elevator arrives and I knew that I had a long trip back to my Brooklyn Heights apartment to sort out what I wanted to do.

I reached the bottom floor and I picked up my iPhone and looked for Darius' number. Knowing that he was still in practice, it went straight to voicemail. "Darius, this is Marlon bitch, lunch at 2 I need an ear"