I want a repeat, okay? I want you inside of me, right now.
Damn, we still ain’t had dinner. I don’t know, Sassy.
Okay.
A frown came up over my face like a Texas twister. What in the hell did she mean by that. I wasn’t a fan at all.
What does that mean?
Exactly what I said,she replied.
A few minutes passed and I had finished eating my food while leaning over the counter. Silver had not replied and I was getting anxious. My eyes stared at our text chain and finally I wrote back.
What does that mean, Silver?
I’ll get someone else to get the job done. Goodnight.
Don’t play with me, Silver.
I waited a few more moments but she never replied, the blue text bubbles appeared but then stopped just as quickly.
Irritation flashed through my body at the thought. The fuck she would get someone else to handle what she’d texted me about. If Silver wanted to get dick then she was going to get dick. Storming through my townhouse, the heels of my feet stomping onto the chestnut colored wood, I hopped into the shower. My puffy green loofah on its last good days was starting to unwind but was ready and willing to cleanse my body. Body wash fell like syrup onto the fibers and hastily I began to scrub every inch of my skin. The water was so hot I felt like I was boiling myself alive.
“She’s playing with fucking fire, telling me she’s gonna get someone else?” I grumbled to no one but the shower head beating down on me.
“The hell she will, I’m going to beat that pussy up so good.”
Throwing on a black Sacramento Knights t-shirt that I’d gotten as part of a welcome gift and some black sweats, and a bit of cologne before heading out. The entire ride to Silver’s apartment, all I could think about was sliding in between her thighs where it was warm and felt like heaven.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I called her the minute I pulled into her complex.
“What?” she snapped answering the phone.
“Tell me what number your apartment is,” I replied.
She hiccupped on the other end.
“No…gozzz awayzz,” Silver slurred just a bit.
“I’m here. And I want to see you.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” I replied honestly. “I always want to see you.”
A beat went by and all I could hear was her breathing. “My apartment is 1129.”
“Bet,” I replied.
Parking in an empty spot, I exited as a breeze went by. Just as I was going up the step, I passed someone and had to do a double take thinking it was Silver dressed in all black.
“Silll…,” the woman turned and I caught my mistake.
“Oh it’s you,” she replied.
I remembered her then. Silver’s assistant Dani gave me a once over before giving me a smile.
“Yeah, just going to see Silver,” I explained as if I needed to.
