Something about the way his voice dropped an octave when he mentions any part of me shot me like a dagger in my pussy. Jesus.
“Okay. You can stay, but stay out of my way, and I’ll try not to get in yours,” I say before I can fully process the words that leave my mouth.
“Deal. It’s temporary, so we’ll manage without it being too much trouble.”
“I’m sure. For now, we’ll be distant roommates.”
I don’t know whether I’m in my right mind or being possessed by another force, but agreement rolls off my tongue easily. Alijah and I engage in a stare off for several minutes, and as our eyes war, the only thing in jeopardy of danger is my libido.It’s a good thing I recently bought new battery-operated toys, because it’s clear I’m going to be spending many nights with my hands between my legs. For now, I’ll proceed with prayer and caution as I anticipate his departure from my life.
Chapter 6
Alijah
Several Days Later . . .
“Fuck!” I grumble as I roll over on the air mattress I’ve been sleeping on since my new living arrangement.
The day Deshona agreed to let me stay at the apartment until I found somewhere else, I moved my belongings into the empty room. Then I had to go to the store and buy a temporary bed because the last thing I wanted to do was find myself curled up on a bare floor. My back protests again as pain radiates across the surface, and it’s the motivation I need to get up. I untangle my body from the blankets and exit the contraption that makes it only slightly better than the floor. I don’t care what anyone says—air mattresses aren’t comfortable, nor do they provide a restful night’s sleep.
A deep grimace slides into place when I open the door and see Deshona’s ass bouncing past me toward the bathroom. If our living arrangements aren’t difficult enough, this woman continues to wear little two-piece short sets to sleep in. Thanks to my ex with the loose pussy, my dick has been dryer than a desert which makes Deshona’s attire torment. But it doesn’t stop my dumbass from falling into the trap as I lean out of the roomto get a better look. The sway of Deshona’s hips as she hums an unknown song causes my dick to jerk.
My breaths stall when Deshona pauses and looks back to see my eyes on her. She rolls her eyes and walks into the bathroom. The slam from the door being shut is the reality check I need to shake myself from the temporary chokehold her little ass had me in.
“This little mothafucka is dangerous.” I shake my head and return to my space to do anything but think about Deshona and her legs wrapped around my waist as I stroke her slowly.
The image in my mind has my dick tight and painful as I busy myself with preparing for my workday. I showered last night, but I need to take a leak, brush my teeth, and wash my face before I log in to my computer to begin my workday. Thankfully, the wait time isn’t long, and Deshona relinquishes the bathroom to me. I’m in the kitchen at the island, with my laptop open and a cup of coffee within twenty minutes.
“Whoa, what are you doing?”
I lift my eyes from the computer to Deshona’s wide and curious eyes. She’s standing at the threshold of the kitchen with her hand on her waist and a frown on her lips. It takes me a second to decide whether to respond when she speaks again.
“Uh, hello?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” My eyes return to my computer as I try to ignore her.
“It looks like you’re unemployed.”
“Are you serious right now? If I’m unemployed, how was I able to pay the same deposit and rent for this place that you did?”
“Good question. But I’ve seen some of the best hobo-sexuals, and they have all been as fine as you. But like them, you’re still a bum ass nigga.”
Before I can formulate a response, a ping from my computer alerts me that my first meeting of the day is now live. I fight the grimace that’s begging for clearance as I tap the meeting icon to enter without a word to Deshona.
“I need you to take on these two discrepancies because Jake’s ass can’t seem to figure out the problem. I don’t know what the hell I’m paying him for.” My boss’s face is a mask of redness and hard lines as he rants before I can greet him or the other people in attendance.
A low, humorless chuckle escapes my mouth because this is something I have often wondered. I have lost count of how many times I have had to step in and fix a problem that my coworker has been unable to resolve.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kinley.” Jake’s apology causes me to turn off my camera and mute my microphone as I laugh uncontrollably.
My boss has no chill because, for a second, I forgot all about Jake’s presence in the meeting because of his silence.
“Wow. That’s wrong on so many levels and completely unprofessional. Why would he embarrass that poor man like that?” Deshona’s voice rings out and instantly halts my humor as my gaze lands on hers.
She’s refilling her coffee mug, and the snarl on her lips along with the disappointment in her eyes adds to her statements. I think God has it out for me or something because how did I get here?
“Are you listening, Alijah?” my boss asks, which forces me to break the stare down between my tormentor and me.
Nah, I’m trying to figure out how to keep from crashing out on this woman with the audacity the size of California, while remembering that I don’t have anywhere to go if this thing blows up in my face.
