Gravity pulled me toward him. I walked slowly in his direction, paying close attention to his company. I didn't want to barge in on him with his friends and have them think I was a mad, black woman, but who could work against gravity? I definitely couldn't.
I continued toward him with a feeling of mixed emotions. On one hand, I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around him and kiss him thoroughly. On the other, I thought about giving him a piece of my mind. How could he think hanging out here was more important than being tucked away in my hotel room? As I got closer, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.
An impeccably gorgeous blonde woman with flowing curly hair, slid forward, stood up and sat on his lap. She didn't just sit on his lap; she straddled him and draped her arms around his neck. He held the mini-skirt clad, long-legged beauty in a loving embrace, as she clung to him. Their admiration of each other was equal. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought the woman, who looked like she just stepped out a model catalogue, owned him. Her milky skin glistened under the dim chandelier hanging over their table. Her long hair flung to one side as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. He didn't even notice I was there, as the woman drank greedily from his lips.
I stood in shock as the reason he wasn't with me became blatantly obvious. I suddenly felt inadequate standing there in a plain black dress and block heels with a natural coat of makeup.
In a matter of seconds, Jacob and I had become opposing magnets. I was pushed in the opposite direction. I carefully shrank away, remaining unseen. I rushed to find Tasha. When I found her, I opened my mouth but sound failed me. Words failed me. I could not speak. "What's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
I struggled to breathe. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door, her feet dragging behind her. When we reached outside, I coughed the crisp night's air into my lungs. She was right. I had indeed seen an evil ghost.
"Destiny, what's going on? You're scaring me," Tasha asked, placing her hand on my back. "Do I need to call an ambulance for you?"
"Ja…Jacob…I just needed some air."
"Come on," she said. Realizing I wasn't in need of medical attention, she directed me to her car. "I'm going to getting you back to your hotel."