Chapter 5
Anu-Ms K
I’m no virgin, I’ve had a decent share of sex.
Lately, I’ve been grinding hard on a dry spell.
No thanks to my fucking ex, Teni, who had tried to turn me into his fucking dick scratcher.
I let it happen until I realized he wasn't worth the shallow assistance he was giving.
Now, this Uncle Dan has my ovaries jumping up and down, begging to be fertilized as my heart races with desire.
He doesn’t even talk to me, just a nod or a wave and my damn vagina is quivering.
Each time I see him, it takes a freight ton of control not to flounce out and show how much he’s affecting me. I grind my feet to make a slow stride and not show any ounce of the inner turmoil of wanting to jump his bones and the anger I temper at not being able to do that.
Maybe I just need to get laid, and he just might be a non-issue, but the problem is, I have no one to help me and I fucking dislike those damn toys. Turns out, I’m a girl that likes the real thing, no fakes.
It doesn’t help that I’m living half scared that someone is following me.
I can’t tell my dad, his next course of action would be to move me out of Chicago, even if it just might be my own paranoia.
Telling Derin, my overprotective brother is also just as bad, because he’s going to have round the clock bodyguard for me, which will also cramp my style.
I just might go with Nkem’s suggestion of getting a male roommate.
Hopefully, it stops this gut feeling that I’m being followed and watched.
Starting my car, I head out to my next lesson with Nick—sweet kid, shame about his father.
I catch myself checking my lipstick in the rearview mirror, then scowl at my reflection.
Why do I always attract these types? Men who somehow interpret basic politeness as an invitation.
And why, despite knowing better, do I sometimes find myself wondering what it might be like to say yes?
I don't need this. I'm doing fine by myself.
Absolutely fine! Unless Uncle Dan pops in mind.
“Are you, though?” My ever-horny bad angel questions.
“Be quiet,” I mumble out loud.
“If you are fine, why didn’t you mention Uncle Dan to Nkem?”
“Because he’s not in the equation.”
“Yet, the strong attraction is killing us.”
“Be quiet!”
I turn the music on, drown out my thoughts of Uncle Dan and the way I feel whenever I see him. There’s got to be a cure out there for my attraction.