“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay the night with you. I want to be with you, Mateo, not home!” she exclaimed.
“Chanel, just chill—”
“No, fuck that! What is really going on, Mateo? We sitting here on the couch making out, you groping me, and I’m finally ready to have sex with you, and you want to take me home!” she shouted.
“Baby, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down! Are you fuckin’ some other bitch?”
“What? No,” he lied. He was still seeing a couple of jump-offs.
“You told me that you would never fuckin’ lie to me! So don’t!”
“Baby, listen.” He tried to reach out to grab her, but Chanel angrily pushed him away. She didn’t want him to touch her right now.
“You got my heart, Chanel, and you will always have my heart.”
“Then why don’t you want to have sex with me? Why do you always want to take me home, huh? Explain that shit to me, Mateo!”
Mateo took a deep breath. “It’s . . . it’s complicated,” he stammered.
“Then don’t make it fuckin’ complicated,” she cursed. Chanel found herself sounding like Bacardi with so much cursing.
“I love you, Chanel. I love you too much,” he admitted wholeheartedly.
By now, Chanel had some tears trickling down her face. She was in love, and the last thing she wanted was to be hurt by the man she loved. Regardless, she simply wanted the truth from him.
“Look, I’ve been with a lot of women, baby. A lot,” he said. “And you—you are special and so unique in my life that I don’t want to ruin a good thing,” he said.
She sighed. Chanel had become an emotional wreck so fast. She continued to throw a jealous tantrum, and no matter how Mateo tried to appease her, she strongly felt that he wasn’t telling her the truth.
She hollered, “You don’t want to have sex with me because you got an STD from some other bitch?”
Mateo was shocked by the accusation. “What? No! I’m clean, baby, and I told you that I wasn’t having sex with anyone else.”
“I just don’t understand you, Mateo. First, I don’t hear from you for months, and then you pop back into my life and give me this story about your ex-girlfriend and her fake pregnancy. And now you don’t want to make love to me and you don’t want me spending the night at your place. How do you think that makes me fuckin’ feel?”
“I promise you, baby, I’ll make it up to you.”
“No! If you gonna hurt me, then do it now and tell me the truth.”
“It is the truth.”
She didn’t believe him. That feeling of being betrayed was eating away inside of her. She didn’t want to hear it.
“Fuck this and fuck you, Mateo. I’ll take an Uber,” she replied.
Chanel quickly gathered her stuff and stormed off.
Mateo gave chase behind her. “Chanel, why are you acting like this?”
Chanel spun around with anger contorting her pretty face and she yelled, “Because I love you too much, Mateo. And if you gonna do me dirty, I rather find out right now.”
“Beautiful, I promise you that I’m not doing you dirty,” he replied.
They looked into each other’s faces. He seemed sincere. Damn. Chanel wanted to believe him.
He drove her home that night, and still being somewhat upset with him, she got out of his SUV without giving him a kiss or telling him goodnight. She needed to be alone for a moment and think.