Karen disappeared into the hallway, moving on with her morning so she could get ready for work and drive to Chicago when she got off in the afternoon. She rushed around the house, making sure that she hadn’t forgotten anything. Once she’d rushed out of the door, Titan and James were back asleep, leaving Desirae with her thoughts. She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about how different her life had been just less than a year ago.

  Desirae turned to her phone. She thought about how she’d called Tron and he, once again, treated her as if she was the problem when he is the one who doesn’t have to be here with the twins. Desirae shook her head, feeling her headache get a little stronger. Slowly, she lay back in the bed and turned the light off. For the next couple of hours, Desirae lay in her bed as the bedroom slowly lit up with the morning sun. Sunlight penetrated the blinds and beamed into the room. She knew her mother’s words were true to the core. Tron would want Desirae so badly once he walked through the door on Saturday and saw that Greg had been in the mother of his child. Desirae was sure this would be the case – thoughts which were the only things to help calm her headache down.

  ***

  When Desirae woke up from her morning nap, she knew whose voice it was she’d heard when she was on the phone with Tron: Reese’s. She instantly felt somewhat stupid. After all the years she’d been friends with that chick, how could she not know that it was her voice she’d heard on the phone? Desirae rose out of bed on an entirely different planet. She was just that angry.

  After checking on Titan and James, Desirae went downstairs. She had no particular destination other than to be alone with her thoughts and in a different environment than her bedroom. She paced around her mother’s living room, then the dining room. Her fists balled up as she could practically feel her blood pressure rising. The thought of Reese being over there, with Tron, lying in the place that Desirae once had (figuratively speaking, of course) grinded her gears. The fact that the chick she’d heard on the phone in the background had been her best friend only made it ten times worse.

  Once Desirae had gotten to the point where the house seemed too small for her, it was just about time to take the twins to Tiffany’s house. After that, Desirae would have a couple of hours to kill before she would need to head into work. Desirae headed upstairs, took a quick shower, and got dressed in her Family Dollar work uniform. Once she was all ready to go, she got the twins ready and headed out to the car.

  Desirae’s stop at Tiffany’s house was nothing unusual. As she neared her cousin’s neighborhood then apartment, Desirae had been a little nervous. She still hadn’t forgotten how her cousin was practically accusing her of messing around with her man when Desirae hadn’t even been in the apartment long enough for anyone to get their clothes off, much less an erection to get the show rolling. However, upon arriving, Tiffany was as nice as she’d normally been. This time, however, Desirae did not see Reggie coming out of the bedroom and going to the bathroom or another bedroom. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Even though she’d convinced herself to not even consider her cousin Tiffany’s dude to be the guy who worked out her sexual frustration, Desirae still considered the man to be something to look at.

  When Desirae left Tiffany’s apartment complex, she sped to Tron’s part of the town. Sure, his area was twenty or so minutes out of the way for Desirae, but these would be twenty minutes well spent. If there were no signs of Reese being there, then Desirae felt she could contain herself. If Tron had gone out and found some other hoe that Desirae did not know to mess around with, that was one thing. If the chick in the background was indeed her old best friend Reese, that would be another thing.

  Desirae turned into Tron’s apartment complex. After driving past the midrise buildings that sat at the front of the complex, she casually rolled to the back and by Tron’s townhouse. Of course, none of the curtains were open, not that she expected any of them to be. Desirae nodded, looking at the place, as she continued rolling. She could see Tron’s SUV. “Okay, okay,” she said. She now looked around for Reese’s car, praying to God that she hadn’t gotten another one. Just like the time she’d found Reese over here at Tron’s house, Desirae looked around for her reddish car, looking for the same old air freshener hanging in the windshield.

  “Maybe this bitch ain’t here,” Desirae said to herself. She rolled around the parking lot, starting to feel kind of silly that she’d rushed over to Tron’s place for nothing.

  Before Desirae could fully give up on her search, she was coming up on a parked car that looked a lot like Reese’s car. Desirae instantly found it interesting that, if it was Reese’s car, it was parked clear on the other side of the parking lot. She rolled up on the back of it and stopped. Leaves on the back window blocked her view inside the car. Desirae quickly threw her car into PARK and hopped out. Within a few seconds, her fears had been confirmed. There was the air freshener that Reese had in this car since the beginning of time, hanging in the windshield. She shook her head and looked back at Tron’s townhouse, on the other side of the parking lot.

  “That no good, lyin’, triflin’ ass bitch,” Desirae said. “I don’t fuckin’ believe this!”

  Not being able to contain her rage, nor ignore her deepest feelings, Desirae paced around the car. Eventually, when the tension had built up inside of her so much, she couldn’t have cared less if neighbors were to see a damn thing. Whatever she was about to do would be well worth it to her.

  Desirae stepped back from Reese’s car and began to kick it, as hard as she could. After a few tries, with her foot beginning to hurt, she rammed her fist into the trunk. After a few tries with her fists, she realized she was tiring herself out more than making actual damage to the car.

  Having no brick to throw through one of Reese’s windows, she hopped back into her car and drove around to Tron’s townhouse. She stopped out front and made her way up to the front door. She began to knock on the door then stopped herself to think. All of this, like last time, would be better as a surprise she determined. Sure, she could definitely beat Reese down, right here and right now, on the sidewalk in front of Tron’s place. However, she was a mother now and considered herself to be a lady. Plus, if she were to catch an assault and battery charge because one of the neighbors called the police on her for the real ass beating she would be giving to the deserving Reese, Desirae didn’t know what would happen to her kids. With her mother being out of town, that made this situation incredibly messy.

  Desirae backed away from Tron’s front door, her nostrils flared. She pointed at the door. “Just wait,” she said, not even carrying that nobody could hear her. “Just wait, bitch. I’mma come get in that ass, tomorrow, Reese. We bout to have a little friendly reunion, real soon.”

  Desirae climbed back into her car and drove off, speeding to get to the main street as quickly as possible.

  ***

  Desirae pulled into the parking lot at Family Dollar around 2 p.m. She parked in a parking spot on the outer edges of the parking lot, as employees were instructed to do. After walking across the parking lot and into the store, she said hello to her coworkers from the morning and midday shifts. She then headed toward the back, remembering that Nalique was on the schedule to come in at 3 o’clock, instead of two. Desirae took her jacket off, hung it up then her purse. No sooner than she could turn around, there was Greg. He walked through the doorway.

  “Hello, Desirae,” Greg said. “How are you doing today?”

  Desirae knew that she needed to show her sweeter side to Greg. She wanted everything to go just right tomorrow, as she was planning to call Tron later on in her shift to set up a time.

  “I’m okay,” Desirae said. “Just a little frustrated.” She looked back and smiled at Greg. “I’ll be betta off tomorrow, though, I hope.”

  Greg approached Desirae, having to hold himself back from grabbing her ass. He glanced at the door then back at Desirae as he licked his lips.

  “You lucky all these people are here,” Greg said. “If they wasn’t, I’d tear that ass up.”

  Desirae smiled, finding it funny how Greg tried to be so mighty when she knew the story was different once his pants were around his ankle. She reached out and grabbed his private parts, feeling how his manhood was getting hard.

  “I know you would,” Desirae said. “I was thinkin’. Is there any way that you wanna spend the night tonight?”

  “Fuck,” Greg said, looking at Desirae’s body. He’d spend a week in the bed with her if he had the opportunity to do so. “No, you know I can’t. My wife would kill me.”

  “She ain’t gon’ have a problem with you bein’ over at my house tomorrow, is she?” Desirae asked. “My mama said she gon’ be leavin’ when she gets off work tonight, so that’s why I thought about you.” She grabbed his collar and played with it. “You a real nigga and I like that about you. That’s why I was just thinkin’ that maybe you could get away and come stay the night with a bitch or somethin’. Can’t you tell your wife that you gotta go outta town and see your family or somethin’ and really come over and chill with me?”

  Greg shook his head, wishing that such a plan would work. “No,” he told her. “I ain’t really got no family that I can go stay with out of town. She’s going to know that something is up with that. Listen here, why don’t you step in the office real quick?” Greg looked back at the door. “Come suck on this dick a little bit before you clock in for work, why don’t you?”

  Desirae looked down at Greg’s growing bulge. Even though he wasn’t the kind of man who would usually fall under Desirae’s type, she did find him cute. In his own way, Greg had confidence even if he didn’t have the equipment she was used to, or the stamina. He seemed to be fascinated with her and wanted to show her all the love that she needed. Desirae smiled, knowing just how she needed to treat this kind of guy.

  “Get in there,” she said. “Let me go to the bathroom and I’ll be right in. You think you can put a couple hours on my check next week?”

  Greg nodded. “That won’t be a problem,” he assured her.

  Greg went back to his office as Desirae went to the bathroom. When she finished, she walked into Greg’s office and shut the door behind her. Like a kid in the candy shop, Greg smiled once he was alone in the room with Desirae. As he was standing up to touch her body, Desirae approached him and gently pushed him back into his chair.

  “Sit down,” she said, smiling. She leaned in, with one knee up on his right leg, and whispered in Greg’s ear. “I’m ‘bout to swallow this dick, just to show you how good tomorrow gon’ be. I want you to get over to the house as soon as possible. I need some of that dick, nigga. I need some.”

  Those words were like magic to Greg’s ears. He watched, speechless, as Desirae slowly slid down to her knees. She took Greg’s manhood into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a pacifier. Without using hands, she performed on him as if her mouth were a hoover vacuum. Desirae went up and down, in a precise rhythm, from the head of his dick to the base, even going as far as sticking her tongue out at the bottom and running it along Greg’s balls.

  Greg broke a sweat, enjoying the feeling not only that Desirae’s mouth was making for him but also how it felt to grip the dome of her head with the palm of his head.

  “Fuck,” Greg said. “I’m ‘bout to come. Where you want me to bust at?”

  Desirae did something she might not normally do. Normally, if a man didn’t turn her on 100 percent, she would be rather reluctant to let him release in her mouth. She looked up at Greg, seeing that it was very clear that he wasn’t used to get anything this good at home, or from anyone else for that matter. Desirae sped up, not responding to Greg’s question.

  “Fuck,” Greg said, gyrating his hips toward Desirae’s head. “I’m ‘bout to come!” he announced. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to bust.”

  Greg’s eyes rolled back into his head as Desirae continued with what she was doing. It was the first time a woman had let him release in her mouth in years. His arms slumped down to the sides of the chair, dangling in suspense. Desirae pulled her head up from Greg’s lap and stood up. She smiled as she swallowed.

  “Be over at my house as early as you can be tomorrow,” she said. “Trust me nigga,” she headed toward the door, “you ain’t seen shit, yet. Wait till tomorrow.”

  Seeing that Desirae was pulling his office door open, Greg quickly put his shrinking manhood back into his pants. He stood up, stuffing his button-up shirt into his pants. “I’ll text you, okay. And don’t worry, I’mma make sure that you get them extra hours you need. They’ll be on your next check.”

  Desirae, switching as hard as she could, walked out onto the floor. Until she disappeared from his line of vision, Greg watched her ass move side to side. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come. He knew that he was going to have the time of his life. The only time he’d ever seen women with bodies that were even remotely similar to Desirae’s body was when he went to a strip club.

  When Desirae got to her cash register and signed in, she could sense the silence. The other two employees in the store, Janice and Carl, seemed to be quieter than they would normally be. Desirae noticed, hearing the silence and looked around. When her eyes landed on Janice, the older white woman from the poorer part of town looked away. When Desirae’s eyes landed on Carl, the middle-aged Afro-Latino man, from Panama, looked away. Desirae’s top lip curled up as she wondered why her coworkers were suddenly acting funny. She knew that she’d closed Greg’s office door before she went in and had gotten down onto her knees.

  Desirae shook it off, figuring that maybe she was just being paranoid. She still wasn’t used to doing freaky things for a married man in his office at Family Dollar. Desirae went on with opening her register and helping customers. The last thing in the world she could worry about right now was what a couple of old people at her job thought. However, she did wonder why they looked at her so strangely when she walked up front. For the first part of her shift, until Nalique came walking through the door practically singing to the heavens about getting some dick last night, Desirae kept to herself. She still, however, couldn’t help but wonder what was the reasoning behind the eyes her coworkers had been giving her.

  ***

  “Girl, you not gon’ believe this shit,” Desirae said. She went on to tell her story of the day, about how she’d ridden by her baby daddy’s place and had seen her old best friend’s car parked out in the parking lot. Desirae was careful with her words, as she didn’t want to tip Nalique off. There was no doubt in her mind that if she was the chick that had caused the breaking news scene up at Honeys East back in January, she would know Tron. For this reason, Desirae was careful so that the things she said wouldn’t get back to Tron.

  “Girl, is you fuckin’ serious?” Nalique asked, having heard the story. She then smiled at a customer and sent her on through the automatic doors. “That is some messed up stuff. I don’t know if I coulda composed myself after seeing some shit like that,” Nalique told her. “I woulda had to catch a case with something like that, I swear I woulda. I woulda parked that car, pulled that bitch outside, and started beatin’ that ass. I don’t know about you, but I woulda lost my coo with that.”

  “Believe me, girl,” Desirae said. “I thought about it. I really did. But no, I’mma let her live for now. Ain’t no reason for me to go gettin’ stressed out. I’mma see her when I see her and it’s gon’ be on right then and there. I wanna know what the fuck she said when I called my baby daddy so he could hear the twins crying. I wanna know what the fuck came out the bitch’s mouth, cause she ain’t got no right to be sayin’ nothin’ with how triflin’ her ass is. Who does that? Who sleeps with the father of her best friend’s children when the best friend is fuckin’ pregnant? And, to think, I was tellin’ her everything all along. I was really opening up to her, and telling her about some things she’d never had.”

  “Well, she got one of them now,” Nalique said. “That’s for sure.”

  “Yeah,” Desirae said, moving on to help a customer who was walking up to her counter. “That’s one way to look at it,” she added, her voice low.

  Another hour passed with a few customers coming in and out of the store.

  “Lock the doors!” Greg announced, from the back of the store. Quickly, Desirae and Nalique did their mandatory closing sweep of the store, to be sure that no other customers were still inside. Once they’d finished, Nalique locked the doors and they began to count their cash registers. They chatted, back and forth to one another, as they counted their money. Once their drawers had come up balanced, they took them back to the safe and loaded them inside. When they turned around, there stood Greg. It was obvious that his eyes had been angled a lot lower than either Nalique’s or Desirae’s head.

  “Are you ladies just about done?” Greg asked the two of them. His eyes looked more into Desirae’s face than at Nalique.

  They both nodded. “Yeah,” Nalique said playfully. “We through, boss. What more you got for us to do, boss?”

  Greg looked at Nalique, giving her the face to let her know that the extra-ness was not necessary. “No, that would be all, Madam,” Greg said playfully. “I was just checkin’. It’s been a long week and I’m ready to go home.”

  “That wife waitin’ on that ass to get home,” Nalique said. She then made the noise of a whip. “Hmm, hmm.”

  “Yeah,” Greg said. “Right.”

  Greg disappeared for a moment to turn the lights out. Once the store was dark, they closed the safe, and headed toward the front. Nalique led them with Desirae following and Greg behind her, at the end. Greg reached out a couple of times, especially in parts of the store where it was very dark, and gently pushed into Desirae’s ass.

 

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