Deshona
What I didn’t expect was to find myself tossing and turning after being woken up by an unexpected person entering my apartment. It took me nearly two hours to calm myself enough to fall back to sleep. The problem with that is it wasn’t based solely on knowing there was a stranger in my house. Said stranger was a problem, yes, but baby, I’m struggling with how freaking fine and sexy that man is. I have never been attracted to men with hair, because I have no commonality with those types of men.
But I be damn if that man didn’t waltz his fine ass in my room with hair hanging just as long as mine. His bronze skin glowed brighter than the sun, and even after the first strike of my bat, I got distracted by his physique. His intruding ass walked up into my room in all black, and I found myself momentarily stuck searching for his damn dick print. Who the hell swings and stops because they lose sight of the threat before them due to how attractive the target is? Me. I did that foolish, birdbrained shit that had me pausing to remember who raised me.
Roslyn Edmonds would be so damn disappointed. Being raised by a strong woman whose aversion to men has always been challenging, and that damn man showed a kink in my armor. My pussy thumped, and I had to fight to focus on the threat that man was and not his thin beard, penetrating eyes, bushy eyebrows, and the hoop earring in his right ear. Lord, have mercy. I’m in trouble. My legs shake as the visual I wasn’t supposed to memorize about my intruder resurfaces in my mind. Light knocks on my door cause my legs to stop and my breath to slow.
“Aye, slugger. I don’t know if you care or not, but I think it’s time for us to go sort out this discrepancy.” The unfamiliar deep baritone that gives me Michael McCary vibes echoes through the barrier between us and hits me dead center in my pussy.
The traitor that she is purrs and mewls like a kitten seeking milk, and disgust causes my face to contort.
“Coming.” I grumble and kick off the blankets I’m tangled up in.
Yeah, we should be cumming on his face, but you want to be stubborn and strong.
That statement increases my grumbles, and I quickly throw on some clothes, grateful that I took a shower before I climbed into bed last night. I pull my bonnet from my head and quickly throw my hair in a messy bun. I slip into my shoes and walk to the door, unlock it, and pull it open.
“Shit!” I jump when my eyes connect with the merriment that shines in the eyes of the man who has made my night difficult.
“Well, good morning to you too.” I want to slap the smirk from his lips, but instead, I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
Ugly ass nigga about to get on my nerves already.
Girl, imagine living in a delusion that has you disputing the effects of this man’s presence in your space. Ha. That’s cute or whatever.
The counter-dispute from my conscience to my statement has my disposition tanking more than when I walked out of my room to see the irritant invader leaning against the wall. It takes me no time to take care of my morning hygiene, and then I meet the man at the door. Wordlessly, we leave the apartment after he secures the front door, and the action spikes my frustration. The elevator ride down and the subsequent walk to the rental office are silent as my fury simmers with every step we take. I cut off the man and snatch the door to the office open as he chuckles behind me.
“Good morning.”
“Oh, there is nothing good about this morning, sweetie. We need to see whoever is in charge,” I say with a curl of my lip and a bite in my words.
Ordinarily, I’m not nasty to unsuspecting or undeserving people. But right now, I’m out of sorts and a little sleep deprived. The woman’s pale face instantly reddens as her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. Her hand goes limply to her chest as her eyes bounce from me to the man beside me. He steps forward and speaks.
“Um, excuse my um—friend. We have a little situation with our unit and need someone to clear up the mishap. My name is Alijah and this is—” His humor-filled eyes shift from the woman to me as his brows hike in expectation.
Alijah.
I store his name, all without uttering a word, as I provide my name for reference to whatever context he’s about to complete.
“Deshona,” I grumble.
“Yes. It seems that someone accidentally rented an apartment to Deshona and me. We need whoever is in charge, please.”
Hm. I don’t know why you’re being so nice about this mess. Somebody fucked up, and I’m about to hand them their ass for it.
“Oh my. Alright. Follow me.” The woman’s face flushes as she ushers us to follow her toward the back.
My heart drums in my ears as Alijah and I follow the click-clack of the woman’s heels. It takes us a minute or so to reach the closed office door, where a gold plate with the word “Manager” rests on the wood.
“Give me just a minute to bring them up to speed,” the woman says before she opens the door and slips inside.
Her slim body didn’t pose much of an obstacle to her entering the office without giving us a chance to see who occupied it. A minute passes, and the door opens as the woman waves us inside the office. A woman with tight lips, overly bleached blonde hair, and a blouse that’s too tight for work stares with an assessing gaze. The first woman nods and makes a beeline for the door, which she closes lightly behind her.
“According to Marva, you two rented the same unit but have an issue with it.”
I’m not sure which affects me more: the woman’s dismissive tone, or her indication that we’re the problem. A humorless laugh escapes my mouth as I shake my head while I fight for a semblance of control of my tongue.
“Actually, our situation has been miscommunicated. Ms. Deshona and I are strangers who had no intention of renting the same apartment. But it seems that money has been collected from both of us, and the apartment shows us as tenants. I’m unsure how this sort of thing happened when neither of us was completing the application or selecting the unit at the same timeor location.” Alijah’s voice is calm and even as I stand by with my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
