“Hey, baby? What chu doing?” Harlem questioned over the phone.
“Mmm…going over a script,” I responded, as I absently strolled through my house.
“Yeah? You miss me?” He wanted to know, as he was back in L.A.
“Of course.” I smirked, while biting my lip.
“Well, we’ll see. My flight lands about eight tonight.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Yeah, it’s been a long time too. I count at least sixty days since I tasted that pussy.” He vulgarly pointed out. He’d just wrapped up his last year of college. Won a championship. And was suiting up for the league. So, he’d been flying around the world and back again. And that was exactly the type of busy I liked. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yea—” I got out, before saliva filled my mouth, sending me barreling to the bathroom.
In just the nick of time, I reached the toilet and barfed my guts out.
“Damn, Summer, you alright?” I heard Harlem question, as my phone was on the floor.
Not immediately responding, I grabbed my phone, placing it on mute. I then climbed to my feet, and rinsed my mouth out in the sink.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He pressed, as I stood upright and stared at my reflection.
Standing there in my bra and panties, with noticeable swollen and sore breasts, I felt disgusted. “What the fuck did you do, Summer?” My eyes filled with tears.
“Summer,” Harlem repeated with worry etched in his voice.
I shook my head, as tears freely fell. “I gotta stop this.” I sniffed, before unmuting the phone. “I’m here, Harlem.”
“What happened?”
“I was throwing up, and didn’t want you hearing all that, so I muted the phone.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that. Had me worried for a minute.”
“My bad,” I sighed. “But I really think that we should take a break, Harlem,” I blurted.
“A break? The fuck did that come from?”
“I…I just got a lot going on…and I don’t wanna be a distraction—"
“You threw up?” A voice echoed and bounced off the walls.
Immediately, I whipped my head around, and found Ricky standing in the doorway.
“Who was that?” Harlem questioned.
My eyes remained trained on Ricky. “That was Tarin’s brother. He’s here helping today,” I lied. “But let me call you right back.”
“Okay—” Harlem didn’t even finish, as I ended the call.
“How did you fucking get in here?” I fumed.
“With my key.” Ricky shrugged.
I sighed. “I thought it was understood that those privileges were revoked?”
He creased his brows. “Says who?”
