Chapter 2
2
Weston “Wes” Jones
I t was two a.m., and Taja and I were sprawled naked on my living room floor. Thirty minutes ago, I had her bent over my balcony, stroking her from behind while she moaned my name out into the streets. The more she threw it back, the harder I dived into her and the louder she got. I didn’t care about the neighbors or the people below us. Taja had me in a trance, and I was hooked.
“Here.” I passed her back the vape.
Taja took it from me and I watched as the smoke rolled off her plump lips. I felt myself brick up again. Taja and I had spent hours pleasing each other, but I still wanted more. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but Taja was different. With other one-night stands, there were never rounds of sex. I never laid on the floor passing a vape back and forth with a woman. This was a foreign environment. However, not once did I feel uncomfortable with her. I wanted more of her. Taja was beautiful on the inside and out. I could tell from our first interaction that she was being her authentic self, which is rare nowadays. She had confidence out of this world. Most women see a man in a suit, car service, and my house, and they see dollar signs. They wanted me to drop money on them instantly, while Taja wanted me to drop a bag on her at McDonald’s. It was something about her.
She handed me back the vape and stood to her feet. She didn’t bother to cover herself up. My eyes never left her body. She had a curvy figure and her ass was full and round. She didn’t have big boobies, but it was enough for me. Taja was the thickest woman I had ever been with. She had milk chocolate skin, bright pink lips, and big round eyes. She was stunning.
Her yawn pulled me from admiring her body.
“Wow, for a nerdy suit-wearing guy, I didn’t expect you to be so...” Taja looked down at my dick. “Skillful.”
I laughed.
She looked at me and smiled. “I will say I rarely do this on the first night.”
We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. She smiled, and I noticed the one dimple sitting on the left side of her face. It was deep and stood out.
“You got some snacks or something?” she asked, making her way to the kitchen.
“Did you or did you not just eat McDonald’s?”
“Did I or did I not just smoke and give you the best ass in the world? I worked up an appetite, Mr. Jones.” She continued walking toward the kitchen.
I would’ve usually thrown a fit, but I was chill. I wasn’t sure if it was the weed or Taja, but I felt relaxed. I shut my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
I wasn’t sure how long I had been out, but I felt my body being shaken back and forth. I opened one eye, and I saw a silly grin on Taja’s face.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.”
“Damn...” I muttered, sitting up on my elbows, finally opening the other eye. “How long was I out for?”
“Only thirty minutes.” She shoved a plate in my face. “Here...it’s not much, but eat.”
I looked down and saw scrambled eggs and turkey bacon. It wasn’t five stars, but my stomach was growling at the sight. I quickly swallowed down the food in seconds, not caring if I looked like a savage eating this food.
“Damn, I know I can cook, but I didn’t think it would be that good,” Taja commented, lying next to me.
“It’s eggs and turkey bacon. Calm down.” I scoffed.
She chuckled. “What do you do?”
“What do you mean?” I asked with a mouth full of food.
“What’s your job? What were you recruiting for tonight in Pink Streak?”
I thought about my answer. I didn’t want to tell her my exact title because I felt that once I told her, she would hold her hand out and expect me to pay her, so I kept it vague.
“I work with money.”
“Hmm, yeah, you give me Mr. Crab, Daddy from Everybody Hates Chris vibes,” she teased.
I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right. I was stingy with money. I didn’t approve of unnecessary shit at the company. There was nothing that didn’t go past me at the company.
“What is it that you do?” I asked.
“I handle people’s social media.”
I scoffed.
“See, everybody does that, but my gig’s legit, a real job.”
“If you say so.”
Taja sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “You know you throw underhanded shade in your compliments.”
“I’ve been told.”
“It’s kind of cute. It gives that sarcastic but caring asshole vibe. I like it.”
I smirked. Most people hated my personality, but hearing someone like Taja actually enjoy it made me feel some type of way.
“You think I’m cute?” I asked, putting down the now empty plate.
“I mean you straight.”
“Well, how can I be more than straight?” I asked, pulling her on top of me, causing a sexy giggle to escape.
“I think I might have a few things in mind.”
* * *
When I woke up again, the sun was shining brightly through the windows this time. I rolled over, expecting to see the body from last night beside me, but Taja was gone. I looked around, hoping maybe I would see her again in my kitchen naked, cooking breakfast, but that wasn’t the case. I saw a white piece of paper hanging on the TV. I removed it and read it.
Wes,
Last night was fun. Remember to laugh and enjoy life.
Thanks for the McDonalds. Have a fry every once in a while.
3 Taja.
I laughed at the note. I made my way to my bedroom and put the note on my nightstand. It was a memory that would stick with me forever. I knew I would never see Taja again, and I could say last night was one of the best nights of my life. I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t pain me to wake up and see that she wasn’t there.
I walked into my bedroom and made sure all of my expensive jewelry was still in place. I checked my wallet, and all of my cards and cash were there. Maybe Taja was different, but I would never know.