The mattress spring squeaks as it presses against my nose, and for the next thirty minutes, I hear Sandra beg Donavan to “beat me pussy out.”
Donavan’s reply was, “Dagger.”
Each time he said “dagger,” the mattress did a double bounce on my nose.
“Lawd Jesus, mi a come…Lawd.”
I roll my eyes because I doubt the dagger was that good. Their breathing begins to even out. I need to get out of here before he starts round two. After all, he did take the Hulk gas station pill.
“I love you, Donavan.” I hear Sandra whisper. She sounds so sincere and sweet.
I hear a smacking of the lips, then I hear, “Mi only wah you, Sandra. Nobody else. You is de ‘oman for mi.”
Sandra coos at his words.
“Mi never look pon dem likkle hoe dem. You mi a want, not dem ‘oe.” For a second, it felt like he was dropping the words for me. I am not a hoe.
The bed slowly dips again over my nose, and I know I couldn’t do Jamaican Pornhub part two.
“I only want you, Sandra.”
I don’t know what happened. Between my brain hating that he lied to me and her and the bed pressing against my cheek, I had enough. Uber. I need an Uber now. I extend my hand to the side, and with a couple of swipes, I have an Uber. It was three minutes away.
I could do three minutes. The bed begins to move again, and then my phone vibrates. I roll out from under the bed and stand up. As expected, Sandra’s eyes meet mine, and she screams, dragging the sheet to cover herself. Donavan lies in the bed, naked and in shock. My eyes move to his cock. I was right; it was huge. Such a waste.
“Wah the bloodclaat…” As she begins to spew her curse words, I tell myself it’s time to leave.
Until Donavan says, “Thief. Mi a call de police.” He points his shaking finger at me.
Excuse me? I look around the bedroom, then back at him. Me, a thief?
I turned to Sandra. “I met him on Tinder. Didn’t know he had a girl. He is cheating on you.”
The room goes silent, and I see fire raging in Sandra’s eyes and fear in James’, aka Donavan’s, eyes.
I open the door and walk out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me just in time as something smashes against it. I fix thestrap of my yellow dress and smooth my hair. I know it has dust bunnies in it. My objective is to leave this apartment complex.
I exit the apartment and begin to jog down the stairs. I have on heels and had no intention of falling.
“Heh. Where is she?” Sandra’s voice echoes in the stairwell above me. I didn’t stop to look. I didn’t feel the need to see how Sandra looked. A gentleman holds the door open for me, and I exit the building.
A grey Prius idles on the curb. The driver leans out. “Noelle?”
“Yup.” I hurry inside the cab. As the car pulls away, I peep just in time to see Sandra, who’s a thick lady, in a sheet wrapped around her and Donavan with a towel wrapped around his waist.
I slump down in the car. First task: block Donavan.
My phone rings again, and it’s Lia.
“Hey.”
“Oh, you are out of whatever you were doing?” Lia says. I can hear the hints of her Russian accent.
“Yup. What do you need?”
I work with Prestige Partners as a coordinator, so it’s weird that Lia is calling me this late at night. Prestige Partners is a legal companion service.
“Anushka is in South Africa with a prince. She will be back in two days.”
