Allen ordered room service and proceeded with his shower before returning his father's call. For twenty minutes Allen allowed the hot water to beat down on his body. It was as if he was attempting to wash away any frustration that had followed him from LA. The misunderstanding with the fellas he had months before. The altercation that had gotten Mitchell in trouble also continued to resurface. Mainly because he was excited that Gwen was the defense attorney on the case and he now knew where to find her. Happier thoughts filled Allen's mind as he began to think about Gwen. He thought about the new lives of Charles and Cupid and how love had changed them. He was thankful that they cared enough about the way he felt about love to give it a chance.
The twenty-minute shower helped
Allen relax and quiet his tired mind. Allen applied lotion to his body and
watched music videos on BET as he awaited the arrival of room service.
Since the only thing Allen had eaten was the breakfast that was served
on the plane ride, Allen could already taste the baked chicken breast
covered with cream of mushroom sauce. He also ordered a side of
steamed broccoli spears in a light cream sauce and fettuccini Alfredo to
accompany the fresh garden salad.
Allen slipped into a pair of navy blue
Hanes sport briefs, a pair of shorts and sleeveless t-shirt from the Jordan
brand that were getting ready to hit the market in the next few weeks.
He walked to the window to look at the view of Toronto. He noticed
vagabonds panhandling, as many of their fellow citizens ignored their
attempt at making minor riches.
He observed teen-agers smoking and
loitering under a neon sign of a record that hung on a local record store
entrance. He smiled at couples that walked down the street holding
hands and occasionally kissed. He pictured himself in that situation.
Allen turned and walked toward the bed to take a seat, when he heard a
knock on the door. Allen again reached for his wallet to remove a ten-
dollar bill as he assumed it would be room service with his dinner. Allen
opened the door to find Andrew standing with two white women.
"Hey Allen, Mr. Anthony, I thought you could use a little company."
Allen stood furious, blocking the entrance to his room.
"Excuse me ladies," Allen said as he grabbed Andrew and pulled him
into his room and closed the door.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"What? What are you talking about?" Andrew said as he smiled at
Allen.
"What the fuck you doing bringing those women up to my hotel room
without my permission?"
"I just thought that you would like the company. You know, get you a
little piece of ass while you were in Toronto."
"Bruh, I'm here to work. If it were a matter of me getting a little piece
of ass, I'm sure that I could get it myself. I'm here to get these stores
going and then get my ass back to some warm weather. I don't have time
to pass my dick around. You might want to get your shit right also
before I leave. This is still a learning process for you."
"I understand Allen," Andrew said as he walked towards the door, "I
meant no disrespect to you. I thought it would have helped you to
unwind a bit. No disrespect intended."
"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow bright and early at 9:00 am."