7. Koi #2
The lines were beginning to become blurred. Marcel and I were in a fucked up space. I couldn’t stand my aunt and her child. I almost slept with a random guy last night, and I had been talking to my therapist more than I should have. I needed to get a handle on my life and fast.
In the shower, I sang my heart out to my Snoh Allegra’s playlist. A good cry was all I needed. The vanilla and lavender scent was refreshing as I combed through my wet curls, standing in front of the mirror.
A knock on the door had me rushing to close the robe tightly around me before I sprinted to the door. I looked through the peephole, and there he was.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “What is he doing here?” He knocked again. My heartbeat sped up. “Hi.” I opened the door slightly, sticking my head through the small opening.
“For someone who was trying to sit on this dick last night, you sure acting shy this morning.” My eyes widened in shock.
I knew I showed out yesterday, but damn, him reminding me had me embarrassed as fuck.
“I’m fucking with you, ma. Breakfast?” He moved aside, showing the tray set on the rolling cart.
“Umm,” I cleared my throat. “I need to get dressed and log in to work.”
“That’s fine. But you also need to eat.” This older man was standing in front of my door, looking good in a white tee and black sweats, with his locs hanging down. His perfectly arched brows almost made him look intimidating, but his aura said differently.
“Okay,” I moved out of the way. “Roman, right?” I threw the question out there to make sure I remembered correctly.
“You weren't that damn drunk, Koi, right?”
“Ha, ha.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Give me a minute to get dressed.”
“Take your time. The food ain’t going nowhere, and neither am I.” I stopped, looked over my shoulder just as he bit down on his bottom lip.
“You always this persistent and bold?” I shouted from the bathroom.
“When I’m interested in getting to know a beautiful woman like yourself. Yes.” His answers were way too smooth for me.
“Mmhmm. Anyway, are you here for work?” By now I had changed into my colorful muumuu and made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed with a plate of waffles balanced on my lap.
Roman glanced up from his bacon and grinned. “You always try to change the subject when somebody compliments you?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“See? You just did it.”
I rolled my eyes and pointed my fork at him. “Answer the question, sir,” I told him, fork still in hand.
He laughed. “Yeah, I'm here for work. Got meetings all week.”
“That's unfortunate.”
His eyebrow lifted. “Why is that?”
I shrugged and took a bite of my waffle. “Means I gotta share you with your little job.”
Roman leaned back in his chair, looking way too pleased with himself.
“Share me? And my little job?” he repeated.
“Don't get excited. I said what I said.”
“That sounds like jealousy to me.”
“Boy, please. Don’t flatter yourself”
“Mmhmm,” he mocked. “Anyway, are you always this cute when you're lying?”
The smile I was trying to hide slipped out before I could stop it.
“Eat your breakfast, Roman.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he replied, still looking at me like I was dessert.
I knew the back and forth banter was innocent, but the fire between my legs was not. This man had me ready to toss this plate to the side and sit on his face. The way he licked his lips after taking a bite of the pancakes had me thinking about everything but food or work.
Roman got up and placed his plate on the tray. “I’m not trying to hold you up. Enjoy work. I have some work I need to do myself.” My eyes immediately roamed to the bulge in his pants.
“Damn,” I mumbled under my breath. “Wait.” I jumped up. “Lunch on me. What time?”
“How’s two sound?”
“Perfect.” I walked him to the door, breathed in a deep breath before letting it go.
“You keeping this on or we going upstairs to the rooftop?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Keep this on. I want to be the one to remove it.” He winked, turned on his heels, and walked away.
At a loss for words, I slipped back into my room, hand on my chest. This nigga had me thinking things I would have never imagined.
Hot, horny, and bothered, another knock came at my door. I rushed to it, hoping it wasn’t housekeeping. I was wrong. Roman slipped back inside my room. At a loss for words, he snapped me from my trance.
“Go log in, hurry.” I followed his command without a second thought.
I leaned over the desk, turned on my laptop, and logged in when I felt a hand move up my leg.
“This… he paused. Is work demanding?” He asked.
Happy I opted to not wear any underwear; Roman’s hand grazed against my freshly waxed pussy.
Unable to think, he asked me again. “What do you do for work?” This time his voice was a bit more huskier, as his lips brushed against my ear.
I threw my head back, biting my lip, letting out a low moan while trying to control the orgasm I’d been holding in. “Accountant, I’m an accountant,” I cooed. He wasted no time spreading my legs and massaging my pussy from the back.
“A boss chick, I love that.” He slipped a finger inside, careful yet sensual. “Cum for me, you need the release, I can tell.” Mind blown at how this man was talking me through an orgasm while leaning up against his chest, at nine in the morning.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned.
“Don’t worry about me.” He flipped me over, moved the laptop slightly, placed me in the chair, and lifted my muu muu.
“Her. She, she’s my worry.” My nipples became erect, and my pussy throbbed.
“Can I?” I almost lost it when he pulled me to the edge of my seat, blew on my pussy, and waited for me to answer.
“Roman, you better stop playing with me before I fuck your face.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” He latched on to my pussy just as I was about to say something.
“Fuck!” The way he took his time licking and sucking my pussy, I was growing impatient from the tease. “I want to feel your dick,” I panted, trying to hold in my orgasm.
“Mmhmm.” His mouth vibrated against my clit as I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him deeper in between my legs. What Roman did next had me squirting. He pulled my butt up, legs on his shoulders, fingers dipping in and out as he sucked slowly on my clit.
“Fuck!” My body convulsed, and the warm liquid shot out of me. Embarrassed, I tried to push him back, but I was no match for him. Roman had me speaking in tongues, teary eyed and mouth wide open.
Spent, Roman backed up, letting me down. “You should get to work. They’re probably looking for you.”
“How can I after that?” I questioned him with an “are you crazy?” look on my face.
“Easy, now work should be less stressful after that.” He looked down at his shirt, now wet with my fluids. “I need a shower and to be ready for our lunch date at two, right?”
I couldn’t believe he was still talking about lunch after he had just taken me through there. “Yea. Rooftop.”
“Aight lightweight, I’ll see you then.” Confused, I cleaned myself up. As soon as he left, I called Marli, placing the call on speaker.
“So, you let a random eat ya cookies? How you feel? Cus, I heard about you beating Marcel’s ass and then having Duke and Drew run down on him.
Girlllll.” Marli was popping her tongue and waiting on me to give her all the details.
I already knew Sicily had called her about the situation yesterday, hence why I had so many missed calls and texts.
“So that wasn’t the plan.” I stopped. “Let me stop lying, I wanted some dick last night, but his ass wanted to be a gentleman. All I wanted was to see if I still had it. Shit, I only been fucked by Marcel.”
“Oh, we know and I’m glad you gave him some, even if you didn’t sit on the dick, but why you think that? It’s small?”
“Fuck no, I saw that shit through his sweats. We going to lunch though and he better feed me too.”
Marli started choking. “Be careful what you ask for before he feeds your ass a nine inch dick, and now you’re sprung, burping up cum and shit.”
“Bitch, are you high? Drunk? What the hell?” I couldn’t believe Marli fixed her mouth to say what she just said.
Now I know she’s been sex deprived since she had the baby because her baby daddy was locked up, but my girl was out here talking crazy.
Maybe she had someone to knock the Mario coins out of her because she was trippin’.
“I’m just saying. You’ve had the same dick for fifteen years. There’s more to life than Marcel, and I mean this is the nicest way possible, fuck him.”
“I don’t care about him,” I tapped on the keyboard, moving items around on the books for the hotel.
“After he fucked Rika, he could get run over by an eighteen wheeler and I wouldn’t cry.
I’ve wasted fifteen years on a hoe.” After I spoke the words, they sunk in.
I didn’t feel better, but I did enjoy cumming all over Roman’s beard. “That man is sexy, lawd.”
“Describe him to me.”
“He fine, that’s all you need to know. Shit, Rika fucked my last nigga, this one staying hidden,” I chuckled. “He invisible, the fuck.”
“Goodbye, go do some damn work before I call Curtis and them and tell em you fucking on the clock.”
“Correction, I fed him on the clock, bye!” I ended the call.
The remedy to getting over some bullshit these days was chopping it up with Marli.
She didn’t judge, and she understood just what the hell I was feeling.
From day one, she had been around for me and Marcel’s relationship.
Even through the ups, downs, and infidelities, she never judged me for staying.
Although now looking back on it, I was stupid as fuck.
Yet she was right there, holding my chin up through it all.