The Hill (Ch 11)

Reginald paced the floor of his hotel room. It's was just after 11 pm. He was torn about this meeting with Yvonne. "I have to admit, I'm attracted to her. I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't," he thought. He sat on the cushy couch. "If I hang out with her with honorable intentions and promise myself to keep my cool, I will be alright," he said to himself. He nervously stood up. "I can make this strictly platonic," he said. "After all, I'm not interested in a relationship with her. I love Brandie," he said.

Reginald walked into the restroom and saw his phone sitting on the marble counter next to the sink. His message light was blinking. "Brandie," he exclaimed. He walked over and dialed his voicemail.

"Reggie, hi," Brandie said. "I'm so happy that you had a good performance," she continued. "There's something I want to talk to you about, but I'd rather do it in person," she continued. "Call me tonight when you get this message," Brandie finished. The call ended.

Reginald quickly dialed Brandie's cell.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

"Hello," said Brandie. She was sleeping. "Baby," Reginald said excitedly. "I missed you so much," he said. "I didn't mean to wake you, but I got your message to call you."

"Hey Reggie," she said. "I'm glad you called. I need to talk to you. Where's your next tour stop," she asked. "We're going to be in Memphis in a couple days, but we're staying here tomorrow.," Reginald replied. "Okay, I will fly into Atlanta tomorrow morning," she said. "Duane's coming in too, you should get with him in the morning," said Reginald.

Just then, there was a knock at Reginald's door. "Hold on baby, somebody's at my door," he said. Reginald walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Andrea, Yvonne's assistant. "Hey," said Reginald as he opened the door. "Hi," said Andrea. "Yvonne is about to leave the hotel. She wants to know whether she should be going to the restaurant to meet you or if you are declining her invitation," Andrea said.

"Yvonne who," Brandie said into Reginald's ear. "Hold on baby," Reginald said to Brandie. "Tell Yvonne that I can't meet with her tonight, but I'll take a rain check," Reginald said. "Very well," Andrea replied as she turned and walked down the hallway. Reginald closed the door behind her.

He sat back on the couch. "Brandie, you still there," asked Reginald. "Yes," Brandie said. "So are you going to come with Duane," Reginald asked. Brandie didn't respond. "Hello," said Reginald. "Why are you meeting with women at almost midnight," asked Brandie. "She invited me to dinner," Reginald responded. "I never said I was going," he said. "But you didn't say 'no' either," she snapped back.

"Baby, she sent her assistant to me while I was at the concert. I never had an opportunity to say anything. I won't lie, I was thinking about going, but only to hang out," Reginald said. Brandie scoffed. "You are full of it Reggie. Yvonne, this is Yvonne Summers, the woman you've been crushing on for half your life," Brandie yelled into the phone. "You can't seriously think that I would believe that shit," she asked.

"Brandie, can you please trust me," asked Reginald. "I know you got my voicemail earlier, right," he asked. "I wanted you here with me because I love you and I want you around." Brandie sniffled a little and wiped her tears.

"I've never given you a reason to not trust me and I don't plan to start now. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff I've seen today and you know what keeps me grounded," asked Reginald. "It's you, baby," he finished. "Reggie, I love you, but I'm scared," said Brandie. "You know I'm independent and secure with myself, but having a boyfriend who's a celebrity and gone all the time," Brandie said before taking a pause. "It's stressful and you know how my mind can wander."

"Baby, I'm going to say something to you," Reginald said. "I can give all this up for you," he said. "If you aren't happy, then none of this is worth my time," he continued. "Now you know that's not necessary," Brandie said. "I'm just having a problem adjusting to you not being around," she said. "That's really what I wanted to talk to you about, but we can discuss that tomorrow," Brandie said. "Okay, Duane's going to call you well before he leaves, so you can maybe hop on the flight with him," said Reginald.

"Okay, I'll be expecting his call. I'm going to get some sleep," she finished. "Yeah baby, go ahead. I'm going to hit the sack too," he said. "I love you," Reginald said. "I love you too, babe," replied Brandie. They both disconnected their calls. Brandie quickly drifted off to sleep. She felt a new sense of comfort after talking with Reginald and it soothed her mind.

Reginald sent a text to Duane to tell him to buy Brandie a plane ticket on his flight and bring her with him. Duane responded, 'ok'. Reginald put his phone on the charger and decided to take a shower before going to sleep. "I'm glad I finally got her on the line, especially with this whole dinner thing," he said to himself. "I don't know if I could have declined without her."

Reginald finished his shower and got ready for bed. As he pulled his covers back, there was a knock at the door. He looked at his clock. It was almost 1 am. He looked out the peephole. It was Mike. He opened the door. "Mike, what's going on man," asked Reginald. "We are going to invade the Waffle House," said Mike. "You know it's like 10 of them bitches right here on this strip. Each one next to an all night liquor store," Mike laughed. "Come eat with a nigga," Mike said, looking at Reginald with his eyes glazed over.

Reginald laughed to himself. "Man, get outta here, I got an early morning tomorrow. Gotta meet my lady and my manager tomorrow," Reginald said. "Look atcha," Mike said. "You in your draws, looking like Rog from What's Happenin," Mike laughed. "Yvonne in there," he asked. "She ain't in her room," he finished.

Reginald laughed, "Nobody's here but me dude! Go eat and I'll get at you tomorrow," Reginald said. "Holla," Mike said as he stumbled down the hall. Reginald shut the door. He could still smell the weed from Mike's body. "This fool got munchies and he wanna go to Waffle House," laughed Reginald as he climbed into bed. He soon drifted off to sleep.

A knocked at the door interrupted his slumber. Reginald opened eyes. The clock said 3:37 am. "Damn, who is that," Reginald asked himself. He heard the knock again. "This better not be Mike," Reginald grumbled. He walked over to the door and opened it as he rubbed his eyes. It was Yvonne.

"Hey baby," she yelled loudly. Reginald's eyes bugged out of his head. "Hey," he said softly. Yvonne put her arms around his neck and kissed tongue kissed him sloppily. Reginald found himself kissing back for a second, but he put his hands on her waist and pushed her away, though her arms were still around his neck. "Yvonne, what are you doing," he asked in shock. Yvonne laughed loudly as she released her hug. She walked back to the door and slammed it shut. "You know you want this," Yvonne said as she rubbed her hands slowly, but clumsily all over her body. "Yeah, you are pretty hot," Reginald thought to himself. "Yvonne, you're drunk," he said. "Let me take you back to your room," he said. "No," yelled Yvonne.

She started walking towards Reginald and as she got closer, she began removing her clothing. Reginald's eyes widened. He had imagined this before, but not like this and he didn't feel right about it. "Dammit Yvonne, stop," he yelled. She didn't listen. She was down to her pink thong. Reginald looked at her naked body and he was more than aroused. His eyes darted from her face to her breasts to her thighs. Yvonne smiled. "I knew you wanted this," she said as she push him backward onto the bed.

She grabbed his right hand and placed it on her left breast and rubbed it slowly. Reginald was laying on his back as he felt her tongue explore his neck and his chest. "She's a lot better at this than kissing," he thought. "She is drunk though, and I can't do this," he thought. Just then, he felt her whip his boxers off. Her tongue began to go a little lower and Reginald sat up. "Yvonne, no," he said. He grabbed her wrists and turned her around and sat her on the bed. He grabbed his boxers and put them back on.

"You need to put on your clothes, we can't do this," Reginald said. "Your body says otherwise, Reggie," she said as she batted her eye-lashes at him. Reginald was tempted, but he knew that he had already gone too far and he knew he was wrong. "Yvonne, you're drunk, and I'm not single. We can't do this, you need to leave."

Yvonne looked into his eyes. She knew he was serious. "I'm so embarrassed," she said. Tears began to fill her eyes. She got up from the bed and began to gather her clothes. "I shouldn't have shown up here," she said. Reginald stood quietly. He actually began to feel bad for her. "Is she an alcoholic," he asked himself. As she sat on the couch and began to put her clothes on, she began to sob uncontrollably. Reginald sat on the couch next to her and pulled her close.

"Yvonne, it's going to be okay," Reginald said as he hugged her. "Let's get you cleaned up." She continued sobbing and then suddenly she started coughing violently. "Yvonne," Reginald said, worried. She jumped up from the couch and ran into the bathroom. Reginald could hear Yvonne throwing up. He went in and saw her on her knees. She was heaving violently. "Do you want me to call 911," asked Reginald.

Yvonne lifted her face from the bowl of the toilet. "No," she whimpered. "Leave me be," she said as she rested her head on the side of the toilet. Reginald walked back to the bed and sat down. He put his head in his hands. "Are there any normal celebrities," he thought to himself. He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes.

To Be Continued...