The Argument – Part IV “Mya’s Secret”
Mya and Clarke had been inseparable since their freshman year at Georgetown, so moving in together as roommates was a no-brainer. They rented a cozy two-bedroom townhouse near Rock Creek Park, complete with a chill patio that perfectly suited Mya’s occasional indulgence in a blunt—always indica, since sativa wasn’t her vibe. The patio, with a Japanese Maple at its center and six-foot hedges enclosing the space, quickly became Mya’s sanctuary—a place to light up and let the day’s stress melt away. She had a deep appreciation for her weed, okay obsession, whatever, the girl likes weed.
In the first month of living together, they hit up the annual “Real HU” football game—a legendary showdown between Hampton University and Howard University. For any Black college student in DC, this game was like a rite of passage. In case you’re wondering, Howard came out on top, 24-13, but the game was just the prelude to a night they wouldn’t forget.
After the game, Mya and Clarke rolled up to Celebrity Hall on Georgia Avenue, a Go-Go club known as the “Black Hole.” And let’s be clear—Go-Go isn’t about dancers; it’s the heartbeat of DC funk, a sound that’s been moving souls since the ’70s. The vibe at the Black Hole was typical: thumping beats, a crowd so tight you could barely move. With the Howard players in the house, riding the high of their win, the whole scene felt almost surreal, like an out-of-body experience.
Gideon, with Preach in tow, was weaving through the club when he spotted Clarke. In that moment, he forgot how to move—how to breathe. There she was, on the dance floor, moving to Rare Essence like she owned the place, commanding the energy around her, with Gideon helplessly at its center. It wasn’t just how she moved; it was the confidence radiating from every sway, every turn of her body. She had the attention of every brother in the club—and more than a few sistas. But Clarke could give two fucks. She was in a world of her own, and Gideon wanted in. Sure, Mya was turning heads too, but Clarke’s vibe was next level.
In the soulful, rhythmic heat of the Black Hole, Gideon and Clarke would meet and ignite a spark that would burn for years. And that fire would only blaze hotter when “The Argument” eventually unfolded. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Fast forward a year, and Clarke and Gideon were deep into their relationship. From the beginning, it was effortless—she was always craving him, and he could hardly breathe without her. They found purpose and belonging in each other, and to them, that was everything.
Clarke and Mya had a deal: whenever Clarke wanted a special night with Gideon, Mya would give them space and head out. But one night, while Mya was out, she had an experience that would stick with her, something that would ultimately fuel “The Argument” years later.
That evening, Gideon showed up at the townhouse with a bottle of wine and some takeout from Ben’s Chili Bowl. Mya answered the door, gave him a quick hug, and told him Clarke was upstairs changing. She grabbed her backpack, unlocked her bike, and headed to the university library. But a mile down the road, she realized she’d left her keys behind.
Making a quick U-turn, she headed back to the townhouse. Not wanting to interrupt Clarke’s groove, she figured they’d both be upstairs and decided to slip in through the patio, knowing the sliding glass door was always unlocked. But as she came around the back, she found Clarke and Gideon caught up in a serious moment. That’s putting it lightly—they were both bare, deeply engaged in the act of making love. Mya’s first instinct was to backtrack, but she quickly realized they were completely oblivious to her presence. The darkness outside, coupled with the lights on inside, gave Mya an unintentional front-row seat.
With her fingers were wet and her legs trembling, the possibility that Gideon might see her, standing there as a voyeur, pushed her completely over the edge
The scene before her was surreal. Sure, she’d seen people have sex before—on TV, in movies, the occasional above R-rated flick. I mean, a girl has needs, call them urges, whatever—but this was different. The difference was Gideon. The way he catered to Clarke, the intensity and deliberate purpose of his movements, had Mya frozen in place.
Gideon had Clarke pressed against the far wall of the living room, his arms under her thighs, lifting her off the ground. The physical intensity and raw passion with which he made love to Clarke had Mya literally salivating, though she didn’t even realize it. She knew she should leave but couldn’t tear herself away. Before she knew it, her hand was deep inside her pants, pleasuring herself to the scene unfolding before her. It wasn’t about them as a couple—it was about him, Gideon. The way he touched, kissed, and completely enveloped Clarke’s being captivated Mya in a way she hadn’t known was possible.
And then, when Gideon turned Clarke so she straddled him, he found himself facing the patio door, seemingly looking straight at Mya. With her fingers were wet and her legs trembling, the possibility that Gideon might see her, standing there as a voyeur, pushed her completely over the edge. She climaxed with such intensity that, for a moment, she thought she might pass out.
As the years in the townhouse passed, Mya found herself in similar situations—spying or trying to spy on Clarke and Gideon during their lovemaking, though her focus was almost entirely on Gideon. More than once, she would tuck herself into the shadows of the patio, trying to keep pace with Gideon’s movements, pleasuring herself, all the while wondering if he knew she was watching. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, but for Mya, it only fueled her fixation—a fixation she kept to herself for years, one that would eventually reveal itself during a dinner among friends-couples. And yes, you guessed it, this would become part of The Argument. But if you think it’s the sole reason for what happened… well, you’d be wrong.
“Check back for Part V of The Argument – “Gideon & Clarke – The History of Fate”…
