Chapter One- The Task Ahead
I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to find a way to move out of this dammed apartment and away from them.
Rick and his girlfriend Dahlia were lying on the couch when I came home. Sure, it should be okay for my roommate and his girlfriend to show their love for each other in his apartment, but the thing was, Dahlia was my girlfriend three weeks ago.
Talk about a stab straight to the heart. I don't know if they were together or doing things while we were together; they say they hadn't, but who knows, they could have fucked or did a lot more when she was with me. Four years to be exact.
Two years ago, I moved in with Rick, my former best friend. We were both strapped for cash and hated random roommates, so we got this nice apartment near downtown Atlanta. Sure, it was expensive, but it was excellent, and it was close to all the good spots, and public transportation wasn't an issue.
Just after we moved in, Dahlia, my half-African American and half-Middle Eastern girlfriend, started to come around; first, it was like pulling teeth for Rick and Dahlia to talk to each other. Rick could be a know it all at times.
Rick was a scientist, not one of those working on changing the world, just one of those working in the science field. So, he acted like he knew everything about anything.
Dahlia worked as a journalist for an internet blog site. So the two clashed on everything. So there it was; it was my fault. If I hadn't pushed for them to talk to each other, I wouldn't have had to come in and see them all hugged up.
"Sorry Chris," Rick said as he tried to push Dahlia off him.
"It's fine," I said, shaking my head.
I nuked two hot pockets as the two of them stared at me. Then I headed for my room.
"Continue," I said as I pushed open my door and went inside.
Dahlia was good-looking, at least in my eyes. She had the long hair and cute face from her middle eastern mother but a body from her black father's heritage.
I spent many nights behind her shapely ass fucking it as it bounced off me. Now Rick was doing the same thing.
The apartment was lovely, but I hated that the walls were paper thin. I heard them many nights doing the same thing we had been doing in my bed.
The only difference between then and now. Rick was a blonde blue-haired guy from Kansas, and I was a born and bred-dark-skinned ghetto boy.
I had lived in the ATL all my life. I knew these streets like the back of my hand, but I left that street life behind me when I got with Dahlia. She made a man out of me.
Before Dahlia came around, I was peddling for any money I could get by any means necessary. From selling ripped DVDs, shammed tickets, you name it, I was doing it.
Except for selling drugs and breaking into people's houses, that wasn't me. Leave your vehicle unlocked. I was the guy that stole your change or other things inside. I didn't steal personal items like laptops or tablets, maybe the cords, but not the whole thing. People still needed to make a living, and I wasn't the type to steal that from anybody.
Dahlia changed me, the way she talked, the way she smiled. Everything about her made me want to do things the right way. The legal way.
So, it broke me when they said they needed to talk to me.
I remember sitting on the couch as they told me they had feelings for each other. And they wanted to pursue those feelings. My heart literally stopped, not figuratively I actually fell to the floor.
It took a few days for them to start being normal around me, then Dahlia moved in. While she was with me, she said it was too much too fast, but now that she was with Rick, it was just right and would help them get a place more quickly.
I was the dumb ex-thug, so even though I worked in the mail room at a prestigious law firm, what I made wasn't good enough for her.
That's how Rick and I met, he had a friend that worked in the mail room, and one day Rick came by to see him, and we hit it off immediately. He likes the same music I did and movies. And apparently, we had the same tastes in women.
In shape, women with nice stomachs and nice asses were my things, as I liked to work out. The runner's body didn't do it for me. There had to be some curves.
I thought Rick liked the runner's body because his ex-girlfriend was totally skinny, with no curves to speak of, not in the front or the back, a straight line up and down.
Not that Dahlia was the cream of the crop. I had seen a lot better at the clubs. She didn't turn every man's head that passed her, but she got a lot of attention when she wore leggings, that was for sure.
