Free Chardonnay: A Novel by Jacquilynn Martine Page A

minutes for him to respond back after we
had moved everything to the living room, but he did as told. I answered the
phone and he didn’t sound one bit intimidated.
    “What’s the deal, Stro?”
    “Maannn. I could ask you that? Why you stand Myron up
like that?”
    “Grown folks business, okay. Now to you—”
    “Nah, I’m a cut this short now. Your sister came to me . She’s
the one who sucked my dick and talked me into doing the shit-no man in their
right mind would turn that down.” I wince my eyes at
the thought of Jersey doing that.
    “So you really don’t love her.”
    Silence.
    And that scared me. I almost wanted him not to love her and just
leave since it would teach her a lesson and rid me of having to deal with
Katura as well.
    “Stro?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I love her.”
    “Let me get this straight...you have been seeing each other all of
two days and you love her.” I just knew he wasn’t going to get out of that!
    “Chardonnay...ho-hold on,” He put me on hold talking in the back
ground I could hear faint conversation, “Yeah this her...naw man you call
her, we talking—wait shit!”
    He came back in clear and said,
    “Myron wants to—”
    “NO.”
    “Well, like I was saying—you’ve forgotten Jersey and I’ve been knowing each other SINCE we were born.”
    Damn...he got me. I smirked as I looked at a love struck Jersey
sitting with her legs pressed against her chest and her chin on her knees. I
decided I would let her deal with this all her own since she had to go through
different relationships in order to be able to find the guy of her dreams. But
at the mention of Mystro’s name I didn’t see that carefree girl that I always
knew my sister to be...I saw me. You knew love no matter how it reflected back
to you and I knew she was seriously into Stro, like I was still seriously into
his brother no matter what he had done to me.
      I still had my reservations
if Mystro was being raised up anything like Myron was. After a minute or two of
Mystro saying his later comment Myron’s voice came onto the phone. I hung up.
Zasmyth left after three in the morning. I approached my bedroom door and
gently pressed my hand to it. I smirked at the familiar squeak it did since
forever. My parents were still out looking for me and I made up my mind that I
would face them head on whenever they came home. I clicked on the light switch
and stared at a room with so many stories flowing in the perfumed air, the
comfy scent of gardenia and plumeria fresh roses that my mother still managed
to put in my room, which triggered passionate and heartfelt memories.

    That scent
also provoked timid memories as well. My room was the same. The color pink,
Hello Kitty, and Michael Ealy everywhere. I sat on my canopy bed and glanced
over at my clock. It read 3:45 am. I decided I was too tired to unpack yet and
jumped in my plush bed. When I looked to my left, I saw Myron’s bedroom light
come on. The curtains weren’t drawn back so I couldn’t see anything, just his
silhouette.   I noticed there was another
one in the room. A woman’s outlining. Not his mother’s figure or his sister’s.
The female was curvy and short. Myron clicked his light out and I panicked.
Why? I didn’t know. I eventually fell off to sleep watching the two’s bodies
bump together. And I was content with it for the simple fact of the matter of
the way they were fucking. It had been a sore researched matter on my part but
I had to know and dissect what Myron found in sleeping around on me.
    In the past I would speak to the two hundred and some odd females
Myron had encounters with. He didn’t know this, but I talked to them all and
the first question I asked them during confrontation was: What was he doing
during sex? Most of them looked at me funny. The other few shrugged and told me
without hesitation. They all gave me the same answers.
    Position: Doggy style.
    Eye contact: None, faced down.
    Kisses: None.
    Conversation: