“Normally, that’s how people feel when they’re about to go to bed.” Aaliyah stated.
“Are you alone?” He asked.
The yearning between Aaliyah’s thighs quietly tempered as the rage in her body began to appear. She took a sip of her tea to quiet it. “Does it matter?”
“It kinda does.” Ocean replied.
“Why?” Aaliyah hoped the eye rolling and equal amount of neck movement wasn’t visible in her voice. “It’s not like you care.”
“Since when?” His voice was soft as a cloud.
“Oh, since it’s been a month when I last heard from you and whenever I did call, I got your press secretary or your chief of staff.” Aaliyah and Ocean decided to keep nosey people and rumors at bay, she would use a fake name whenever she called him.
Of course, the fake name was maybe too fake for Ocean’s taste. “In all honesty, baby, I’m probably not going to take a phone call from Oda Mae Brown, Clare Huxtable, Olivia Pope, or Princess Tiana.”
“You said to use a fake name,” Aaliyah laughed, “you didn’t say it had to be good.”
“Maybe a bit more believable?” He inquired. “That’s a start.”
The politician within Ocean came through in snippets whenever he talked to her. He was still the same slightly awkward dude with the gorgeous face and brilliant smile, but he became more polished and reserved over time.
It made Aaliyah uneasy how well he could slip on his politician mask and remove it when it was appropriate. She never knew if she dealt with Ocean from before or the Ocean who was rehearsed and always ready to go with a statement. “Okay, how about SugarTits McGhee?” Aaliyah suggested. “No one would think otherwise.”
“How about you let me play with your tits the next time I see you?” Ocean asked. “I do love your titties.”
“O,” Aaliyah sighed as the warmth of his voice zapped throughout her body, “what are we doing here?”
“I’m trying to have some phone sex with you since you won’t let me in the front door.” He replied. “So, there’s that.”
Aaliyah’s back straightened as a board. “I’m sorry?” She heard a knock and whipped her head towards it. She carefully got up and stalked across her living room until she reached the front door. She opened her video doorbell app and saw Ocean waving at her.
She hung up the phone and opened the door for him. “I thought you were in D.C.?”
“Yeah,” Ocean licked his lips and smiled at her, “you thought.”
Aaliyah leaned against the door jamb and slowly moved her head. “Don’t you have work tomorrow?”
“Actually, I don’t. The three-day weekend applies to everyone.” Ocean produced a bouquet of white roses. “I do believe white roses were your favorite, right?”
Ocean seemingly remembered every detail about Aaliyah and that unnerved her. It was one thing to remember when her birthday was but something so minute like her favorite flower?
This same man also blissfully ignored her for a month. “You know showing up unannounced at my doorstep, giving me my favorite flower, doesn’t mean I won’t hate fuck you.” She replied. “I’m still very hurt you ignored me for a month.”
“Well, you could hate fuck me,” Ocean closed the distance between them, “or I can make love to you all night and give you every inch of my apology that way?”
Aaliyah looked away and let out a frustrated sigh. She was no longer angry at Ocean, but rather her body for how it betrayed her. Even her brain was wondering why in the hell was she cock-blocking ol’ dude? “O, I’m being serious here. If we’re going to be together or at least dating, you can’t ignore me like I don’t exist and then when you want some ass, you suddenly remember who I am.”
“I wouldn’t fly two hours for some ass when I could get it anytime I want anywhere.” He lifted her chin with a finger. “I want yours.”
“Liquor store convenience pussy?” She gave a sad smile. “Is that what I am?”
“I don’t like using food and drinks to compare women and their genitalia but since that’s the topic we’re doing, you’re Ace of Spades champagne.” Ocean gave a sensual smile. “One of the most expensive and savory.”
“How is it you turned a derogatory feeling I had about you into something incredibly corny with a touch of cheese?” Aaliyah smiled; this time, a happy one.
“You get all of me, baby,” he swept his lips over hers and pulled back, causing Aaliyah to softly moan, “the good, the bad, and the husks of corn.”
“Get in here,” she began to close the door behind him and noticed there wasn’t an overnight bag, “you’re not staying the night?”
