Katsumi (Part I).

“I don’t need you to show me the finer things in life! I’m already accustomed to the finer things! What the fuck did you take me there for? I’m not poor and I don’t need you to take me to the Ritz Carlton either! I have things! I have many things! I come from a good family!!”

Katsumi stomped to the closet, flinging a locke of her  hair to the left of her face with a slight huff, picked her overnight bag up off of the floor, flung it to the bed and started packing it with her belongings, stabbing the bag with every piece of clothing and toiletries she had only recently unpacked.

A few hours ago we quenched our desires for each other after weeks of late night conversations. She was so timid and shy  she hid herself partially behind the sheers of the suite window with a view  overlooking the adjacent office park. She blushed and giggled as I calmly and confidently stepped toward her with a lustful gaze. She  broke eye contact to watch her fingers glide across my collar bone as I embraced her.

I coaxed a kiss from her by playfully poking her cheek with my nose until she finally looked up and locked her lips on mine. Her shyness melted away like morning frost on a blade of grass as I unzipped and unbuttoned her pants, slipped my hands down her hips to her pink panties with white lace dropping them both to the floor. as I pressed her ass against the window she wrapped her large muscle bound legs around my waist and began pulling my shirt over my head. The chemistry was so intense the thought never occured that the people several stories below could see us in the act of making love.

How the hell, after all this mutual attraction and chemistry, did this chick all of a sudden decide to flip her lid on me just because I took her to the lounge at the Ritz Carlton in Buckhead? It didn’t matter—this fool isn’t going to dip on me over some insecure nonsense after I purchased a $150 a night room for the weekend in Atlanta for some R and R. “The hell is wrong with you?” I said. “Anybody else would have taken your ass to Burger King and called it a night. You said you wanted to go somewhere you haven’t been before since you’re new to Atlanta and I oblidged you. Now you’re going to show out over this?” I said. She looked at me with a balled up face like she was ready to come to blows. As she stomped toward me I kept my cool, knowing this girl may have a screw loose but she ain’t stupid enough to get her ass whooped and thrown out of this room half naked.

“Oh, that’s what it’s all about?” She said as she yoked her neck like a typical ghetto sister. And just think, a few weeks ago she spoke like she had just gotten off the plane from Japan. “Plenty men beg to take me anywhere I want! I don’t need you for shit!” She said while pointing her finger in my face and pouting like a 12-year-old girl. “So that’s how it is?”” I said. “You fuck me and now you going to pack your shit in the middle of the night and jet like a ho?” I told her in a firm yet calm voice. “You walk out that door and you’ll never hear from me again.” I said to her in a deepened voice as I sat down on the armchair and crossed my legs on the ottoman. “Don’t call me, don’t send me any childish little text messages, and don’t write me any sappy ass letters.” I told her as I bridged my fingers and placed them close to my mouth.

When she finished packing her belongings she sat on the edge of the bed and looked me dead in the eyes with a calm face as if she were building up the courage to tell me off. “Look, Romulus, I’m sorry for all this but we are not right for each other.” She said as if she had a year to contemplate this decision. “That’s funny,” I said. “We’ve only talked on the phone fore a few weeks and we’ve only known each other for a few hours, half that time being spent in the bed, and all of a sudden you’ve come to the conclusion that this isn’t going to work out when nothing has even been started yet?” I told her being careful not to show any concern in my voice. “Yes.” She said with an aloof tone as if she could have cared less if I had thrown myself out of the 12 story window behind me. “Cool then. Goodbye, Katsumi.” I told her with just as much aloofness.

“Are you going to walk me to my car?” She said in a quiet almost passive tone as if to realize she was in the middle of nowhere and hadn’t a clue how to get back to the interstate. “Hell no!” I said with a chuckle and a stark stare. “You’re a grown ass woman. You can walk yourself to your car.” I told her as my cocky grin melted to a stone cold frown. “Fine.” She said. “Goodbye, Romulus.” She said, then picked up her bag and walked out of the door. I knew she was hooked. I could tell by the way she briefly stopped packing her things and gazed at me when I told her I wouldn’t talk to her again. After a few minutes of watching television my cellphone vibrates. It’s Katsumi.  I ignored the phone as it vibrated several more times throughout the night. I picked up after her next call:

Hello?

Hello, Romulus, don’t hang up. I….I’m sorry for acting the way I did.

Okay.

I have a very bad temper but I’m trying to work on it.

Okay.

Romulus, may I come back?

Sure.

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[zen]

You sure hook up with some ...interesting babes. No wonder you're still in the seek mode.