August 1st, 2002
H: I think I want to come see you again.
Haji says as he texts Bebe. He was in the middle of a meeting and he couldn’t explain how bored he was with it.
B: Do what you feel is best.
He laughs at her reply, quickly calm himself before sending a reply.
H: Don’t you miss me?
B: I miss your money. Is that bad of me?
H: It depends. Do you feel bad? he could imagine her, giggling at his reply.
B: A little bit. I miss your pretty face too.
He gave the phone a long look before reply.
H: Really? I miss you lips — and the softness of your skin.
“’Don’t you miss me?’ Who the fuck the you think you is? How am I gonna miss you already? Fool, we talked last night.” Bebe says she glances at her phone. She bit back a nail and ran her bath.
“I can’t make him think I’ve been missing him. Ain’t no way I’m doin’ that.” As after she sends her reply, she gets one back a minute later.
“’It depends. Do you feel bad?’ Of course I do. It’s business and pleasure baby.”
“’A little bit. I miss your pretty face too.’ I hope that’s good.”
Her cellphone pings again — this time she’s up to her shoulders in bubbles and rose petals.
“‘Really? I miss your lips — and the softness of your skin.’ Huh. You’re being mushy again. That’s not fair. You’re gonna make me fall for you. Ok then, two can play that game.”
“Bebe, I’m the middle of a meeting.”
“And? You’re the one that texted me. Deal with the consequences.”
“Well, what did you want to say that you couldn’t in a text?”
“You know what I missed the most?” she hears his caught breath the phone and suppresses her laughter.
“And what’s you?”
“I really miss sucking your dick. I miss the taste of it, I miss having it in my mouth. You know? I just miss it a lot.” After stifling a chuckle, she heard the line filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
“Haji? Are you okay? You sound like you’ve ran a marathon.”
“Bebe, stay where you are. I’m coming to New York as fast as I can.”
“Why so fast?”
“I’m going to meet you so we can stop missing things and revisit them instead.”
