his tongue stuck in my pussy.)
(Oh, yes, this song calls for a slow, deep-grinding fuck.)
(Humph…)
(Baby, this song was playing the first time Derek, my first love, kissed me, then bust my cherry. I cried!! Every time I hear it, it makes me think of him.)
(As if I really care!)
(My God, this heifer could saang! When I play this song, it makes me want to fuck a man down into the ground, straight to his grave.)
Before I can continue playing my song list in my head, I am once again snapped out of my reverie by the pesky, annoying sound of my alarm. I blink, staring at the clock. I can’t believe that it is almost eight o’clock. I am shocked that I have been lying in bed daydreaming and reminiscing when I should already be on my way to my office.
“Fuck ’em,” I say out loud, reaching for the phone. I call out from work. This is the second time I’ve called out because I spent all night sucking and fucking.
But between you and me, sitting at a desk today would be downright torturous. Ian tried to rip me a new asshole last night. Now I’m paying dearly for it. Ugh! I should have never let him stick that thick dick in my ass. My hole is aching something fierce! On top of that, I think I have the beginnings of what feels like hemorrhoids. My ass is on fire!! The only thing I plan on doing today is soaking in a tub of Epsom salts and applying ice to my ass to quench these damn flames. There’ll be no further digging out this hole for at least a month. Believe that! Thank goodness I have two other holes that are still functional. Ugh, damn him! But, oh, baby…that dick was so damn good.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Hey, baby.”
For some reason, hearing those words,
Coming to my senses, I blink the thought away.
“Garrett.”
I glance at the clock. It’s after eleven and I am still in bed, naked underneath the covers. I can’t believe I have slept most of the morning away.
“Yeah, baby,” he says thoughtfully. “I haven’t spoken to you in a while so I thought I’d call to check in on you; you know, see how you were doing.”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
“You sound like you’re still in bed.”
“I am. I’m playing hooky today.”
In my mind’s eye, I can see him smiling, licking his lips. “You up for some company? I’d love to stop by and help reenergize you.”
“No, I’m too exhausted,” I reply, bursting his bubble. “Besides, didn’t I see you a few days ago?”
“Yeah, and? Can’t a man call a special friend to see how she’s doing and want to spend more time with her?”
“I guess so,” I offer halfheartedly. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. I was thinking about you, and wanted to hear your sexy voice and let you know you were on my mind. That’s all.”
I roll my eyes, shaking my head. I know I should be touched by the gesture, but I’m not. The last thing I want is for him or any other man to be getting all mushy and shit on me. That is not part of the arrangement. I know, I know. I can’t control how someone else feels about me. Nor can I prevent them from feeling what they feel. However, I still don’t have to like it, and I definitely don’t have to subscribe to it.
I inhale deeply, then slowly exhale. “Thanks,” I say, trying to sound sincere. “I appreciate that.”
“Do you?” he asks.
I suck my teeth. “Didn’t I already say I did?”
“But did you mean it?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“C’mon, Bianca, you know, like I do, that sometimes what a person says and what they actually mean aren’t always the same. So I’m gonna ask you again, did you mean it?”
“Okay, Garrett. You want the truth?”
“Yeah,” he replies, sounding annoyed. “That would be nice.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
I frown.
“I asked you why you said it, if you didn’t mean it.”
“What is this, an interrogation?” I’m feeling myself becoming agitated.
“No, it’s us—two people who spend time together—having a discussion, and me asking you a question for clarification.”
“Oh, okay,” I say.
“I don’t ever want there to be any misunderstandings between us,” he adds.
“Well, I said it because it felt like the right thing to do, and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Baby, check this out,” he says. He pauses, then continues. “You can’t hurt my feelings if you keep shit real with me. I’m not gonna lie to you or mislead you, and I hope you won’t either. Just because I feel a certain way, that doesn’t mean I expect you to feel it too. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would like you to. But I’m smart enough to know that’s not how the world moves. All I ask is that you keep shit real. Is that cool?”
“Garrett, I’ve always been straight up with you.”
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, sounding skeptical, “if you say so. Sometimes I think you got me confused with some of those little-ass, confused boys that you have swarming around you. I’m a man, baby. I know what I want. Believe that. Look, I gotta get going. I’ll call you a little later, alright?”
For some reason, I feel like he’s just finished checking me, and is now dismissing me. I consider giving him a good piece of my mind, letting him know that he isn’t running shit with me, but…instead, I acquiesce and allow him to think he is. Hell, I am still exhausted from my night with Ian, and don’t have the strength or energy to waste on
