give him major attitude, but truth be told, I still loved talking to him. Hearing his voice was home to me. I still loved him dearly, but I felt that he would never understand that unless I showed him how wrong he had done me. Maybe that was childish and unnecessary, but that is what I did. I was short over the phone. I avoided him like the plaque. And I was never around him for more than three minutes whenever he managed to be at the same location as me. I was spending so much time at Breion's place that I should have been getting mail there.
"I was just calling you to tell you that I had a cover shoot for Ebony Magazine. Isn't that great? Me! On the cover of a major magazine, being heralded as the newest sex symbol!" I smiled despite what I was feeling. The tabloid shit with him being gay did not hurt his career one bit. Since Morris always carried himself as such a "man's man", not many people believed the tabloids.
"I am happy for you, Morris. Congratulations."
"Thank you." His response was followed by a long pause. "So…when are we gonna stop acting like this."
"Acting like what?"
"You know exactly what I mean. How many times do I have to tell you that I love you more than anything. You are my heart, baby. You are my reason for living." My heart melted for a second.
"And I love you too, you know that. And I know how you feel about…" I stopped speaking at the sound of Breion waking up. "Ummm… I gotta go, bye."
"Huh?" Morris was confused as hell, but I hung up on him before he could question me further. Sure, Breion knew the deal, but that was no reason to rub it in his face. Waking up to hear our conversation was far from kosher.
"Hey baby," I said as I leaned down and gave him a kiss. Breion kissed back, but he did not put his all into it. He seemed hollow somehow.
"You were talking to the competition, huh?" I did not respond, but Breion did not have to wait for an answer anyway. He kissed me once more a little more passionately and then got out of the bed. His nude body emerged from the covers. I watched his round basketball booty walk off and go into the bathroom. By the time that he had come back to bed, I was already sleeping again dreaming about Morris.
Chapter 18
I had finished gathering the last of my stuff from Morris' house. I thought it was best that I get my own place. I knew that even though Breion loved having me at his place, I couldn't stay there. I needed my own spot.
Everything was now in my car, but one last box in the bedroom. I grabbed it and headed to the door. I looked around to see if I had forgotten anything.
"I guess that's everything," I said out loud to myself.
"What do you mean ‘that's everything'?" I jumped at the sound of Morris' voice. I did not know he was even in town.
"Huh? What?" I stammered while still startled at his sudden presence in the room. Morris' eyes concentrated on the box for a moment and then he looked back at me.
"Did I mess up your getaway? Are you trying to be done with me, for real?"
"Morris, I just think its best…"
"Best for who? Because it’s for damn sure not something I want."
"Well, it’s not always about what you want, Morris. It’s about what I need to do. I would think that by now you would have seized everything that you wanted anyway. You are probably still sleeping with Lailiana and maybe three little new groupies of yours. What you need me for? You don't want me. Hell, you showed me that when you didn't call me for all that time when your shit hit the fan. Who knows what would have happened if I didn't get Curtis to make that three-way call for me? You probably wouldn't have talked to me ever again."
"Now you know that all of that is untrue."
"Do I? How do I know?" Morris didn't respond. He just looked at me helplessly. He knew that he had hurt me in the past. And I knew that he was sorry, but somehow, that provided little solace for