Jamel’s Visitor

Jamel’s Visitor

Jamel was sitting on the floor in his condo unit, thinking about the dinner last night. Over and over in his mind, he saw Sharita with Sadiq, the man she was currently dating and each time he thought about it, he became jealous. Damn her for making him crazy like this.

How he wished he could have gotten her alone. And then, what? What would he have done or said to her? Would he have let her know that she had succeeded in making him jealous if that had been what she had been trying to do? She had proven that it wasn’t possible for them to be just friends and that in spite of himself, he still had very strong feelings for her.

After dinner last night, they said their goodbyes and then, the four of them separated. He took Anaya home. She invited him in for a nightcap but he declined. He wasn’t in the mood. He just wanted to go straight home. She was very disappointed but she kissed him goodnight and watched him as he walked to the bank of elevators.

As he drove home, he couldn’t stop the thoughts. Did Sadiq take Sharita home and did she invite him up for a nightcap? Did he sleep over? Muttering under his breath, he jumped to his feet just as the doorbell rang. Who the devil was it? He hoped it wasn’t Anaya. He really wasn’t in the mood for company and for any questions.

He strode to the door and stiffened when he peered through the keyhole and saw who it was. Wrenching open the door, he demanded, “What are you doing here?”

She glared at him. “What do you think?” she retorted and brushed past him.

“Sharita, you shouldn’t be here.”

“Why? Is your little girlfriend here? Is she hiding in your bedroom?”

“Anaya isn’t here.”

“Good because you and I need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About last night.”

“So, how long have you been seeing that guy?”

“Sadiq?”

“Yes!”

“You’re jealous of him, aren’t you and don’t bother to deny it. It’s written all over your face.”

“Sharita…”

“Now you know how I feel when I see you with that girl.”

“That girl is my girlfriend.

“She won’t be for much longer.”

“What do you mean?” he asked warily.

“Well, it’s obvious that you aren’t in love with her.”

“What about him? Are you in love with him?”

Of course not. I’m in love with you, Jamel. I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Then, why are you with him? To get a rise out of me?”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

Damn you!”

“Damn me? Well, damn you for what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?”

“You’re fighting me and your feelings. You know damned well that you want to be with me but you’re too damned proud to admit it.”

“Stop saying the word damned so much.”

“I can say it as much as I want, damn you.”

He caught her by the shoulders, his gaze fierce as they met hers. “Stop it or I’ll–“

She raised her chin and her eyes flashed defiantly. “Or you’ll what?”

Muttering under his breath, he released his grip on her shoulders to grasp her hair so that he could tug her head back, making her gasp. His stormy eyes met her wide ones before he lowered his head and kissed her hard on the mouth. Moaning, she kissed him back.