Lustful Desires

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XII

06/25/2014

Las Vegas, Nevada

Beyonce Knowles

It's been a few days since the party at Alex's house. I haven't contacted her yet, for reasons I can't explain.

Honestly, I guess I'm just scared. I mean, even though me and Robyn already went the whole way with one another, I get anxiety at just the thought about being serious with Robyn.

I wouldn't say I regret hooking up with her as soon and sudden as I did, but a part of me, the more modest half, can't help but to feel foolish for giving myself away so fast.

We hardly know anything about it each other, if anything at all besides our names, and I already went to bed with her. I just know my grandmother is amongst my other guardian angels just repulsed by my actions lately. I don't even blame her.

But it's just something about Robyn that feels different, feels right. Not to sound cliche or anything, but I just know in another lifetime, we've known each other before. At least that's what it feels like.

My grandmother always told me, when two souls are familiar with each other in a way that, without even knowing or being around one another for a long period of time, that means that they knew each other in another life.

It wouldn't surprise me if me, and Robyn knew each other in a life before this one. That must explain why every time we're in the same space together, the whole world fades out, and it's just me and her. Time itself doesn't exist, and peace fills my spirit instantly.

Even with all that, I can't rid myself of the uncertainty that still remains in my gut. I've never heard nor seen this girl a day in my life before our first meeting at the club. I know of absolutely nothing about her, and I don't doubt it's the same way on her end.

I don't know her full name, her birthday, what she does for a living, nothing. She could be some psychotic murderer who seduces women, and probably men, into sex then as time passes she stalks them and ends up killing them, chopping up their remains, and make fancy dinners out of her victims.

That may sound a bit overdramatic, but with the way the world is set up, you never know what lies behind a pretty face and a nice smile. Hell, I've never been to her home before, so nothing is off the table at this point.

But then again, I'd be a liar if I said I didn't miss her company. Would she even answer the phone if I were to contact her? What if she has a girlfriend already? Or worse, a wife...

You'll never know Giselle, if you don't at least try...

I go to retrieve my phone off the bed, taking a seat in it's previous place. Contemplating my next move, I have to remind myself that my mother ain't raise no bitch, and before I can realize what I did, Robyn's smooth, raspy voice is heard through the speaker.

"Hello?'

A few seconds of silence goes by, and I have yet to say anything. My throat is dry, and my hands begin to tremble.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Robyn..hey..i-it's me, Beyoncé.." Five simple words took the strength of a thousand men to get out.

"Mh, finally you decide to put my number to use. You started to hurt my feelings, had me thinking you forgot about me."

"N-no, it's not even like that. I just.. uh..had a few things that I needed to do.." Yeah, piece together her criminal background. I clear my throat in an attempt to regain focus.

"I'm just teasing you ma'.." she let's out a chuckle, "how have you been?"

Oh Lord, focus Giselle, focus...

"I've been cool, I guess. I was calling to see if you wanted to..maybe hangout with me sometimes?.. We never did get to finish our..conversation."

A moment of silence comes between us again, giving time for my anxiety to kick in full power.

Oh my God, she's going to say no. She lost interest already. Look at how long she's taking to respond. I better hang up now to save myself the embarrassment.

And just as I go to hang up,

"Yeah, I'd like that. Where you gone take me?"

The fuck? She said yes...she wants me to take her out...well you did offer after all...okay, okay right but where can we go, where can I take her? What if she doesn't like the movies?.. Wha-

"Hello? You still there mama?"

"O-oh y-yeah, I'm still here. How about we go to the carnival tomorrow, at four?"

"Sounds good, lady."

"Great! Okay, see you tomorrow then."

"Alright." And with that the call ended.

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