Chapter 7: Maribel Enzo

Note: The statements in () are translated from the French Language.

Loud POV.

"Where Mr?"

"10 Judge street, Cave city."

"Alright."

"Um! Driver, you got some good music?"

"Yeah! I got Drake's Care Package; you gon like em man."

"Alright."

Maribel was one of my exes, but I did not chuck her, she chucked me; she was the only girl that ever chucked me. Maribel was the only girl that I did not simulate feelings for; the only girl I ever loved, that I was ready to catch a grenade for. Just to impress Maribel, I became a French buff in high school because she was French.

Elaine - Maribel's best friend wanted to bang me so badly; she said something about Maribel always telling her how good I was - making her feel jealous, and how she loved me more than Maribel did. So, I eschewed her for weeks. One Friday afternoon she ambushed me in the boy's restroom, stripped naked, and recorded a very risible video. She showed the video to Maribel and Maribel believed her over me; that was it, I got dumped; the faithful me got dumped. A month later, I dated Elaine and broke up with her in her favorite cinema.

It was quite a surprise to see Maribel at my birthday party - uninvited. I was helping my cousin (Jade) put my birthday gifts inside his car when I caught sight of the beautiful sexy Maribel in a short sexy red gown, a pair of black 4 inches high heels and her blonde hair weaved down her back. I got quicker with Jade so I could meet up with her before she got a taxi.

"Hey, Maribel Enzo!"

"Hey, Samson Frodd!"

"How are you doing?"

"As you can see, I am doing great."

"Hey, I just wanna say thank you for making it to my party. Hope you enjoyed yourself?"

"I did. Just the way you enjoyed yourself, or didn't you enjoy yourself, Sam?"

"Um! You need to stop keeping malice with me, Maribel."

"And who is keeping malice with you, Sam?"

"All that happened wasn't my fault. I tried, I tried so hard to make you see that but you chose Elaine over me."

(And you dated the same girl?)

(Yes I did, because I wanted to get my revenge. I still dumped her in the cinema and smashed another girl in the cinema that same day.)

(Okay. Then when I found out you were right, I came to you to apologize and reconcile, and you turned me down. I guess you were getting an act of revenge with me too?)

(I wasn't having that same feeling again Maribel, and I couldn't feign it with you. I was already a good boy gone bad; I had gone beyond a lover boy and I couldn't lie because love doesn't lie Maribel!)

(So what do you want now Sam?)

(Um! Get you a taxi.)

(Get me a taxi? Really? Is that what you want boy? Get me a taxi?)

(Alright! I just want the narrow road; I could do some scientific work to the mother of all souls, and you know that beautiful.)

Out of a sudden, she went dumb, no facial expressions, she was not smiling or laughing. I knew I should not have said that, but she asked for my sincerity. She waved to an incoming taxi, opened the door and hopped in, then;

"Don't you wanna hop in dude?"

She said in a grin delight, and I flew into the taxi and shut the door. She snuggled onto me, putting her brown soft tits on my shoulder; then she spoke to the driver.

"16 Heaven's Gate."

"Alright, Miss."

(Um! Driver, you got some good music?)

She spoke French to the driver, probably to know if he understood French but the driver did not respond.

"Driver, you got some good music?"

"Of course I do, I got some August Alsina."

"Play it please, I love Alsina."

"Alright. There you go, Miss."

"Thank you."

One of the things Maribel and had in common was our love for music and the taste for good music. I pulled out my mobile phone and sent apologetic texts to Auto and Bad for leaving suddenly - on an emergency, then slipped it back into my jacket pocket and swung an arm around her shoulder.

(So handsome. Tell me about what happened at the cinema that beautiful day.)

(Um! Everything baby?)

(Yeah! Everything baby.)

(Okay! You know Elaine is a Cinephile and a snob?)

(Yeah I know that.)

(So, we were at her favorite cinema one weekend, then there was this lower-class pretty dark girl - probably from 5th avenue, she was sitting beside me. She was so funny so we exchanged a few risque jokes. Elaine got too infuriated and asked me to stop talking to the girl; I told to her to tell the girl to stop talking to me and she said that she can't because she shouldn't be seen talking to a lower class in public and neither should I.)

(Oh! Really? How fucking dense?)

(So, I told her that I am a lower class too and that I was done with the relationship. She began to whimper and snuffle. That same inopportune moment for her, the girl said she was going to the restroom; I requested to escort her and she accepted. When we got to the restroom

She asked me to go in with her into the female restroom; we went to the toilet at the extreme; the same one I fucked Elaine in, that same day.)

(Oh! You are a damn son of a bitch.)

(I know.)

This time, she laid down a bit on the back seat relaxed her head on my thigh, and used her hand to fiddle with my hard cock. She planted a sexy look on me; I knew she was already fetishized with the story and my romanticism.

(You will distract the driver baby.)

(Not if he minds his business. So, what happened next darling?)

(Um! She dragged me inside the toilet, Locked the door, and...)

(And what?)

Guys!

Do you know that few activities in life utilizes the entire brain and music is one of them?