It takes me no time to remove my clothes, wrap my towel around my body, and head to the bathroom. Not wanting to stop the music, I do it all with heavy bass and hard rap lyrics in my ears. Once in the bathroom, I remove the earbuds and hop in the shower as the hot water cascades over my body, instantly relaxing me. Time escapes me, and I go through the process of washing myself before I pull the curtain back.
“Oh my God!” Deshona’s mouth opens and closes as she freezes at the entrance of the bathroom.
I chuckle as my dick jerks and stands at attention like he’s a soldier in salute of his superior officer. Deshona’s tongue swipes over her lips, and from the lust in her eyes, I’m pretty sure the action is subconsciously done. She pulls the earbuds I didn’t know she had in her ears.
“I’m—shit! I’m sorry.”
“Are you really? If you stand there staring any longer, I’m gonna ask you to send me five hundred for the pictures you’ve mentally taken.”
What I won’t point out is Deshona’s aroma that invades my nostrils as her eyes rake over my nude and wet body. The temperature in the room shifts and increases, which tells me that something has to give and quick.
“I’m sorry.” Deshona turns and runs out of the bathroom like it’s on fire, and all I can do is laugh.
“Hmm. That was eventful.” I pull the curtain back and shift the knob to cold, desperate to calm the pressure in my dick.
Tonight will be another night where I have to beat my dick in this shower at the thought of Deshona. The thought doesn’t frustrate me, because I’m gonna be on the lookout for sounds of that vibrator that seeing me nude will cause Deshona to succumb to.
Dear Mr. Dawson,
I’m sorry to inform you that there aren’t any available units. We will have something available in a few months. We’ll reach out then to see if you’re still interested.
Thanks,
Ginger Mooney
I growl lowlyas a deep frown slides into place when I read another email from an apartment complex I had applied to. It also means that I need to sit down and have a conversation with my temporary roommate who’s, again, been hiding from me. Instead of working at the kitchen island not far from me like she has been, Deshona hasn’t come out of her room. Or at least she hasn’t made her presence known to me. I’m sure she’s snuck in and out of the bathroom, but that’s it.
My workday is over, and I have just opened my personal email to see that every complex I’ve applied to has declined my request to secure one of their units. I’m out of options, which means I need to have a hard talk with Deshona. I stand and walk away from my laptop, with the last email still open on the screen, as I head toward Deshona’s bedroom. I sigh when I reach the closed door and knock lightly before I wait for her to acknowledge me. When seconds tick to minutes, I realize I’m gonna have to speak first.
“Aye, Deshona. Can you come out here so we can talk? It’s not about you drooling over my dick either.” My tone is light and teasing as I hold my breath, waiting for silence to ensue.
I sigh in relief when the sound of the lock turns and the door is pulled open a second later. Deshona’s eyes look everywhere but at me as I smirk.
“Come out here, please. I promise not to keep you too long.” I walk away before she can speak or refute my claim.
An unknown noise sounds from Deshona, who’s hot on my heels as I go straight to the kitchen and resume my seat.
“What’s going on?” Deshona’s voice is unsteady, and I look up to see her biting her bottom lip.
“I wanted to be straight up with you and show you so there’s no room for speculation. I know you agreed to let me stay here temporarily. But do you think you can tolerate me a little longer? According to these emails I received today, I’m out of options. Ican hold my own, and we can split everything, including grocery expenses, down the middle. I just need you to give me some grace with staying here.”
My voice is damn near begging, but I don’t know what I will do if Deshona pushes back and refuses to let me stay. The last thing I want to do is return to Ribax. Being at the mercy of this woman has me ready to kick my own ass for this situation, and I’m not even at fault. Fuck my life.
Chapter 9
Deshona
“Why are you so hardheaded?” I ask Korrena when I open my front door and see her with a resting bitch face.
“Girl. You moved to another city in Ohio. I don’t know why you think it was far enough to keep me away. Now, move so I can see what you’re working with.”
I roll my eyes and open the door wider as she prances farther into the living room with her eyes bouncing from left to right. I didn’t expect her, but I’m in desperate need of some girl/cousin time, so her pop-up is a blessing in disguise. I stand not far from the door as I watch Korrena inspect the front of the apartment and then move toward the back.
“Wait. Wait.” I do a light jog to catch her before she enters Alijah’s room.
Shit!
I’m too late as she pushes the semi-closed door fully open but stops in her tracks and her eyes bounce from the room to me.
