Too much of everything i.., p.7
Too Much of Everything is Never Enough, page 7
I can’t deny that just the few words he said combined with this sexy-ass picture of him holding his dick has started to make me feel warmth stirring between my legs. But I play it cool. “Yeah, I guess that is kind of what I had in mind, but I think I am still expecting more.”
Malik and I go back and forth talking about how bad I want to suck that big chocolate dick of his and him telling me how he wants to take that dick and fuck the hell out of me. I am getting a little too excited. If I keep going back and forth with him, I know I am going to have to lock my door and play around in my playground before I am able to return to work, so I tell him I will talk to him later and hang up before he can say another word. Malik knows when his words are turning me on and usually, he won't stop until he convinces me to take out the camera and show him how wet he is making me. Even though I want to do nothing more than just that right now, I know I need to clear my head and get back to work.
I step into the bathroom in my office and check the mirror to make sure I do not look as disheveled as I feel. I look in the cabinet above the sink and pull out my small makeup bag so that I can reapply my lip gloss. Finally satisfied with my look, I return to the floor.
Just as I am coming out of the office, my client is being escorted to my chair. I thank Shay and ask if she will go ahead and get started on my next client. I wrap Mrs. Jenkins’s hair and sit her under the dryer. When Shay finishes, she asks if I want her to bring the other client up and I tell her sure, once again thinking to myself that the sooner I can get these ladies out of here, the sooner I can get home and get a little rest before I hook up with Kiki later. I guess that is, if we hook up at all.
The rest of the day flies by without a hitch. I actually get out of the shop about an hour earlier than I thought I would. Before I leave, I remind Theresa that I will not be in tomorrow or Saturday and told her if she needs anything while I am gone that she can reach me on my cell.
Theresa laughs and says, “Chile, I have never needed to call you on your days off, so I doubt I will start needing to this weekend. You just go and have some fun for me, too.”
I playfully hit her on her shoulder and jokingly tell her, “Well, dang mama, you could at least pretend like I am needed.”
I am just about to start my SUV when I hear my phone. I am very pleased when I opened the text from Malik and discover he has sent me a new video. His dick is at full attention and is glistening like a shiny new penny. His massive hands are slowly working their way up his shaft before cupping the swelling of his mushroom shaped head. The message that came with it simply read “I guess your freaky ass has more control over him then I do. See you soon.”
10
Kiki
After I lock up the house, I walk Derek to his car and proceed to go to mine. I think about that movie where the lady is walking away from this new guy she finds attractive and she is saying to herself, Please don’t be looking at me…please don’t be looking, but when she turns around to look he is doing just that. The only difference between me and that lady is that I am saying to myself, please be looking, please be looking. I turn around slowly and am pleased when I see him still standing there looking. I make sure to add just a little more sway to my step, as I smile and wave bye to him. Damn, that man knows he’s fine.
I get in my car and head back to The Rock so I can meet my next client. All the way I keep thinking about how my mind is playing tricks on me with all of these thoughts I am having about Derek. I know it’s wrong, but I guess all of that listening to Lisa talking about him and all he can do to please a woman combined with realizing just how damn sexy he is, is just getting the best of me. I realize it is time to take my mind off Derek and focus on the issues I already have instead of creating new ones.
I attempt to try calling Tony again. I really thought I would have heard from him by now. I press the button for him and hit send. To my surprise, he answers the phone. “What’s up, Kiki? Why do you keep blowing up my damn phone? I am kind of busy right now. What do you need?”
That is definitely not the reaction I am expecting to get from him after the night we spent together. Maybe I have just caught him at a bad time. I decide to overlook the cold sound in his voice and get to the reason for my call. “Hey, baby, I am just calling to see if you got my message and invite to come through tonight for a home-cooked meal. I am cooking all of your favorites and…”
Tony cut me off in the middle of my sentence. “Dude, look, as I just said, I am very busy, and I don’t have time for trivial conversations right now. If I get some free time and I have a chance to come through, I will come through, but don’t get your hopes up. Now I have to go, peace.”
I find myself saying “I love you” to a phone that has already gone dead. Without even giving me the chance to say anything else, he hangs up in my face.
That conversation really has my mind spinning in circles. I briefly pull over on East State so I can gather myself. I am so confused. I thought after last night we decided to work things out. I mean, I know we didn’t actually have that conversation or anything, but I thought after what we shared last night, he finally chose me. Maybe I am just getting ahead of myself. Maybe it is like he said: he is just really busy, and I caught him at a bad time. I think maybe I am reading way too much into that conversation. I tell myself we will talk about things further when he comes by tonight.
I turn on my signal and pull back onto the road to continue driving to my next appointment. Just as I reach the corner of State and Alpine, I feel my phone vibrating. I reach over and pick it up off the seat where I had just tossed it after my conversation with Tony. I look at the caller ID and see that it is Lisa calling. I love my girl to pieces, but sometimes I wish she would treat me like an adult and stop treating me like I am some fragile child that she needs to check up on all the time.
I hesitantly answer the phone. “Hey, girl, what’s up?”
Lisa is sounding like her normal cheery self when she replies, “Girl, nothing, I have been working like crazy since I walked in the door.” She went on to remind me that I was supposed to call her so we could do lunch. She made a really lame attempt to make me feel guilty for not calling, but I call her on her lame attempt.
I think I did a pretty good job of warding off all her attempts to find out what is up with me and Tony. I still am not ready to talk to her about last night. And since I really have no clue what the heck him and I are doing right now, especially after that conversation we just had, I didn’t really know what to tell her. I think it is easier for me to fend off those questions than it is for me to not feel weird considering that I was just checking out her man. Even though I know Lisa is not faithful to Derek in some ways, I guess he is still her man.
Just like I did earlier, I try to keep my conversation short with her. I make no promises about us getting together for dinner, as I guess I am still holding out hope that Tony will be able to pull himself away from work and call to tell me he is coming by.
When the light turns green, I turn down Alpine. I am showing some other clients some new houses that they have built off of Alpine. It still amazes me sometimes how much The Rock has grown over the years since I was a little tyke. All the places that used to be open field have now been replaced with restaurants, houses, and crazy little stores that will probably be among my many listings sooner than the owners can get their signs out front. But, hey, unfortunately their loss means my gain, and a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
I pull up at the house that I am showing the Smiths a little early, so I decide to head in and make sure everything is in order before they arrive. I unlock the door and step inside, and my phone begins to vibrate again. I pull my phone from my jacket pocket and look at the screen to see who is calling. I am hoping it is not Lisa calling me back because I really am not up to talking to her at the moment. I need to get my head right for this next couple. This is the tenth house I have shown them in the past two days, and I am really hoping this will be the house. The Smiths are an extremely boring couple. Every time we are together, they either tell me the same stories about their dogs. Or as they refer to them as their kids, or they are telling off colored corny jokes. Having to listen to their stories and be entertained is always a challenge. I always feel like I have lost time off of my life every time we get together.
When I look at the screen, I catch myself saying, “Oh shit, I thought Lisa was the last person I wanted to talk to now. I couldn’t be more wrong. Shit, shit, shit!” I know that answering this phone is the very last thing I should be doing minutes before my clients show up, but I need to see what she has to say.
“This is Kiki.”
The caller on the other end said, “Hey, Kiki, this is Tanya. I just wanted to check in with you to see if you knew anything new.”
I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. If Tanya is calling me to see what is up, then that has to mean she has not heard from Tony since our last encounter. Trying to sound as casual as possible, I reply, “Girl, nothing much. I have just been trying to work like a dog to keep my head on anything except Tony right now. What about you? Have you heard from him?”
Now I know my mama always says never ask a question that you don’t really want the answer to. I guess that is why she never asked why it seemed like me and my daddy were so close. But against my upbringing, I ask anyway. I quickly discover that it is a question I truly do not want the answer to.
Tanya took a deep breath and said, “Well, right after I sent you that text last night, I got a call. I thought it was you calling me to respond to my text, but I was shocked when I answered and it was Tony calling to tell me he was outside of my sister’s house and he wanted to know if it was okay for him to come in.”
My chest starts to burn. I feel like I have been holding my breath from the minute she spoke her first word. I stand in the living room of this gorgeous half-million-dollar home feeling like I am as small as a speck of dust as Tanya continues talking. “So I told him it was cool if he came in, but I let him know before he set foot in the house that he had a lot of explaining to do.”
Damn, why the hell didn’t I set down some ground rules before I let him come in my house? Before I gave him the best blow job he had ever had? Why, Kiki, why? Tanya went on to tell me that Tony apologized for cheating on her with me and he is sorry for lying to her about it but promised her that it is over and that she is the only woman he ever loved and wanted to be with. My heart is beating so loud, it only makes sense that she should be able to hear it through the phone. Still, in spite of all the pain that this phone call is causing me, I stand here and listen.
She continues her account of what happened after my man left me lying in his grass after he hit me with his SUV. “Girl, can you believe his ass thought he was going to get some after everything that happened at the house? I told his ass that we needed to take some time and really think about what we want out of this marriage. He agreed and said he was going to drive around a little to clear his head and asked if he could call me in the morning.”
Wow, I can’t believe what I am hearing. What Lisa said popped in my mind briefly: “This woman is not your friend!” I decide not to tell her I saw Tony. Yet I continue to let her give me a play-by-play of her encounter with Tony after our incident. She said early this morning around 8:00 a.m. Tony called and said he was too upset by everything that went on so he called into work. He asks Tanya if they can go to breakfast and just talk. She said she told him that her sister and her kids had just left for the day, and instead of wasting money he could just come by the house and they could cook breakfast together like they used to when they first got married.
Just as Tanya finishes that last statement, the doorbell rang, letting me know that the Smiths were here whether I am ready for them or not. I tell Tanya that I have to go because my clients have just shown up, and I promise to call her later. Honestly, my mojo is shot at this point, but I know I need to put on my game face and get this house sold. I smile at the Smiths and give them the grand tour of this beautiful five-thousand-square-foot home. I need to sell this home for both my pocketbook as well as for the boost it will give my ego that seems to now be nonexistent.
To my surprise, everything went really well. Finally they love this house and they are willing to make an offer of full asking price. I have to say, thinking of the money that I am about to make off this house does put a small smile on my face—small because my shattered heart barely allows that to creep in. The Smiths sign the necessary paperwork, and I shake their hand and tell them congrats on their new home. I know there is not another buyer who will offer full price on this home, so I am sure this sale will go through.
I left them and head back to the office, I am suddenly experiencing an overwhelming mixture of emotions and I need to pull over for the second time today to gather myself. I pull into a fast-food restaurant on Alpine, turn off my car and just sit here for a moment, trying to take in all that has happened from yesterday until now. It seems like way more than one person should be expected to handle. I really need my girl right now; I don’t think I can handle all of this by myself. I know I wanted to make sure that all is well with me and Tony before I talked to Lisa about this, but I didn’t expect it to go the way it seems to be going.
I send her a text suggesting that since we didn’t get together earlier we can do dinner since I had taken some stuff out of the freezer earlier. I’m hoping she can come by the house so we can cook, eat, and talk about all of this craziness. The really jacked-up part is that with all that has happened, I would love to say my day of work is over, but I still need to pull things together so I can get some listings together to show Derek in a couple of hours. I think about calling him to reschedule, but I remember I only have the number for his parents. So like it or not, I have to get myself together and make this money.
Sitting here back in the office, it seems like time flies by extremely fast. Considering the foul mood I am in, I wouldn’t have thought that was possible but I am truly thankful that it has. My secretary buzzes me to let me know I have a client waiting to see me. With the way my day has been going so far, I know better to assume anything, so I ask the client’s name before I tell her to send him in. As I expect, it is Derek, and when he walks through my door, all I can think is, Damn, this fine-ass man is just what the doctor ordered. The things I could do to him and the new tricks I could show him would have him saying, “Lisa who?”
Damn, Kiki, stop. You are letting all the commotion that is going on in your life cloud your judgment. You have been friends with Lisa for too long. Without her, you probably would have never gotten through all the crap momma put you through when you were twelve and she found out that daddy and you had been having a relationship since you were eight years old.
I remember Lisa and I had just gotten through with our dance class and we were walking into the house, and out of nowhere I was hit in the face with a clog. Lisa was standing behind me and caught me as I fell back. I wasn’t knocked out or anything, just in shock. As if she had not done enough damage, my mother lunged at me, yelling and screaming, “How could you try to take my man, you little slut?” I felt something warm trickling down from my forehead into my left eye. But even with only one eye, Lisa and I saw the same thing: my mother was bent over and was about to pick up a glass ashtray.
Instead of standing around to see what might happen next, Lisa grabbed my arm and pulled me back out the door. We ran down the street toward her house as I was wiping what I thought was sweat from my forehead with my sleeve. I took my arm down from my head, I realized it was not sweat and I was bleeding. At the sight of my own blood, I panicked and froze. Lisa called my name over and over again, but I couldn’t move. The next thing I remember, I was waking up in Swedes emergency room with a doctor with the funkiest breath I had ever smelled standing over me.
After that incident, I stayed with Lisa and her family for a couple of months before my mom finally came to get me. Yes, a couple of months went by before she even tried to contact me. When I did go home, that is when she told me that I made my daddy leave.
I think to myself, I really need to get myself together. Here I am thinking about Derek the way I am and thinking about all of these old useless memories. I guess all of this stuff with Tony has me more jacked up than I thought. All I need is some sort of diversion. I just need something to keep my mind off how bad I want to feel a man inside of me right now.
11
Lisa
I tell Kiki I need to take a rain check on dinner. Instead I decide to go home, chill, and get ready for tonight. I am standing in my closet trying to decide what I want to take to Chi with me. They have so many stores and boutiques downtown that I am very tempted to take as little as possible just to give me an excuse to shop. I decide to keep it casual with the gear I chose. Anything beyond casual I will shop for when I get there.
As I am walking out of my very oversized closet one of the nighties that Derek bought me caught my eye. I step back into the closet and run my fingers across the soft material. Malik would explode if he saw me in this. I can only imagine the creative ways he would come up with to take me out of this gorgeous gown. I took the gown off the hanger and start to walk toward the bed to put it in my bag. Suddenly I stop, turn around, and hang the gown back up in the closet. Come on now, Lisa, that would be bogus as hell even for you. Satisfied with all the clothes and shoes I have packed I zip up my bag and head out the door.
