2. Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
Nicari (Nuh-Car-Ree) ‘Nic’ Sanders
earlier that day…
I thought I would get caught up on some reading today, but that was short-lived when Tony called me into work today. I hated my job, but I hated Tony’s ass even more. He was a fuckin’ creep, but I needed my job, so I ignored all his unwarranted advances. I worked at a small diner here in Cannon Hills. It was one of the few places that didn’t pay the servers less than minimum wage and the tips were alright. At twenty-five, I moved back home with my mama, Keena, and ten-year-old brother, Keenan after I found out that my boyfriend, Jerren, cheated and had a baby on the way. We were only together for three years, but I was crazy in love and moved in with him. When I found out about the baby, I moved all my shit out and came back home. I even left the car that he brought me. I didn’t want shit to do with that nigga. I could’ve moved in with my older sister, Jameala (Juh-Meel-Luh), or Mel, as we called her, but she only had two rooms, and one was for Keenan when he came over. I was fine right here because I didn’t have to pay bills really, but I gave my mama two hundred dollars a month. When I didn’t have it, she didn’t hassle me. I’d just be on babysitting duty with my little brother more than I already was, which was rare. Between me, Mel, and our mama, he was spoiled rotten.
Once I got dressed in my uniform, I grabbed my bag that was stuffed with a change of clothes, shoes, and my iPad. I planned on going to Linc’s tonight, hoping to lay my eyes on Buck. Buck DeLuca was the kind of man that your parents warned you about, yet I feigned for this man from afar. I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember, since high school. He had a reputation of sleeping with girls and never talking to them again. As horrible as it sounded, I wanted a piece of that then and I still want it now, even if it was only in my dreams. That man could fold me into an Auntie Annie pretzel and throw me out on my ass afterward and I’d be satisfied. When I walked out of my room, I went to my mama’s and knocked on her door.
“Come in!” I entered after she granted my permission and found her in bed watching one of her shows. “I thought you were off today?” she asked, taking in my work uniform.
“Yeah, I thought I was too. Tony called and asked me to come in. I have to close.”
“His square ass head makes me sick. Be careful,” she warned like she always did when I left the house.
My rideshare pulled up right after I left out my mama’s room. I heard Keenan in his room playing his game, so I didn’t bother him. After verifying my ride, I got in and headed to the place I referred to as hell.
***
Walking into the diner, it was almost empty. I knew this would be some bullshit. It was the playoffs, and he only had one TV in here and didn’t serve alcohol. Nobody was coming here. After putting my things in my locker, I headed back out but was stopped in my tracks by Tony’s big ass in my space.
“Uhm, back up.” I frowned, taking a step back.
“You smell good, baby girl. What’s that you’re wearing?” His old ass flirted.
“It’s called back the fuck off me ’fore I cut you,” I snapped.
Laughing me off, he moved to the side to allow me to walk by. When I got back up front, Lacy, the other waitress, was already at the register.
“Hey, girl. Am I glad to see you.” She smiled.
“I bet. Let me guess, Joi called out again?” I rolled my eyes to the back of my head because that bitch swear she didn’t have to work because Tony was her uncle, and his stupid ass made her feel like she was right.
“You know it,” she affirmed. “I’m glad he called you in though and not Monique’s stuck up ass. She’s gone fuck around and find her face on the flat grill one day.” We shared a laugh as I tied my apron around my waist.
“Let the shit show begin.”
The brief rush that we had was finally over, and I was more than glad. I would use this downtime to catch up on my reading. I just dived into Tacarra’s catalog and these men are everything.
“Damn, excuse you!” I snapped on Tony’s creepy ass. He was standing extremely close to me, and I was two seconds away from giving him a gastric bypass if he didn’t back the fuck up.
“You look real good tonight, Nikki,” he complimented, making me sick to my stomach. He insisted on calling me Nikki when I told him repeatedly it was Nic.
“Tony, back up,” I urged. “And why are you in here?”
I tried to move around him, but he gripped my biceps, halting my steps.
“I just want to talk.”
“That doesn’t involve you touching me,” I spat, snatching my arm away from him.
“C’mon, Nic. I’ll pay you if that’s what you want.” He reached up to touch my face, but I knocked his hand away before he could.
“Nigga, don’t ever insult me like that again. Fuck you and your money!”
This nigga had really lost his mind.
“Listen, I can make shit real easy for you if you just give me what I’m looking for.” He had a creepy ass smirk on his face that I was milliseconds from knocking it off.
“Tony, I’m gone tell you one more time to back the fuck up. I don’t know who you take me for but I ain’t her,” I spat.
“Listen, you lil’ bi—argh!”
Before he could finish his sentence, I kicked him in the dick since he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
“Don’t ever put your gah damn hands on me again.” I turned around to walk away but forgot I had one more thing to say. “I quit.” With that, I left out of the diner without even looking back. I heard Lacy calling me, but I ignored her ass, too.
Instead of calling a rideshare like I intended to do when I left work, I went to the nearby Walgreen’s so that I could change clothes. I would catch the rideshare from there and have a drink or two to forget this bullshit of a night, and if I was lucky, I’d be able to get a glance at Buck tonight.
***
When I arrived at the sports bar, it was crowded. I had every intention of sitting at a table and watch everything from the shadows, but I had no such luck. Every table in the establishment was full, leaving me to sit at the bar. Finding an empty stool at the far end, I sat my things next to me and waited for the bartender to come and take my order.
“Hey,” the bartender spoke as she stood in front of me. She was beautiful and had an ass that I could see from the front. I know her tips were hella good. I mean, my body was nice, but not that nice. “What can I get you?”
Smiling, I ordered a double 1800 margarita. After the bullshit I endured tonight, I needed it. Feeling my phone vibrating in my hand, I looked down and saw it was Tony texting me.
Creep Ass Tony: You can’t leave before your shift is over, Nic.
Nigga, fuck you and that shift.
I saw the three bubbles appear, but I didn’t give him a chance to reply before I blocked him. He better be glad all I did was kick him in his nuts. I had every mind to call my cousin Saint to come and beat his ass.
The bartender brought my drink and sat it in front of me. When she left, I let my eyes rest on the TV that was closest to me. Andros Carlson was really doing his thing out on the field. Just as I was getting into the game, the hairs on my arms starting standing like little antennas. When I looked up, I had to be dreaming because it looked like Buck DeLuca himself was walking in my direction. Everything about this man was perfect. He stood every bit of six plus feet with a solid, athletic build. He had his dark, thick locs piled on the top of his head. The two Cuban link chains he wore around his neck weren’t flashy or gaudy, but they made a statement, along with the small diamond hoops that sparkled in his ears. His body looked like it was littered with tattoos. That had me wondering which parts of him were decorated. When he stopped directly in front of me, my breathing hitched, and I felt like I could pass out at any moment.
“This ya lucky night, shorty. Grab ya shit and roll wit’ me,” was all he said before he turned around to leave. I peeped the interaction between him and the bartender that served me and by the look on her face, she didn’t like him talking to me. Oh, well. Tonight was finally my night, and I was going to take full advantage of it. I needed it after the night I just had.
I quickly downed the rest of my drink and placed the money for my tab and a tip on the counter.
“Don’t think you’re special. He fucks every bitch with a hole,” she responded snidely.
“Well, I guess that makes me extra special because I got three and he can do whatever he wants with them.” I winked at her shiesty ass and took my tip back. Fuck her. I walked toward the back where I saw him go and stood by the door. While I waited, I passed the time scrolling on my phone to calm my nerves. My skin covered in goosebumps again, so I knew he was close.
“Come on,” was all he said when he approached me. Doing as I was told; I followed behind him to a nice ass truck I couldn’t even afford to look at, but I still got inside. I couldn’t believe my wildest dream was actually about to come true. I was on Cloud Nine, and I was definitely gone make the best of it.
***
The car ride was quiet as hell. Mainly because I didn’t know what to say, and he hadn’t uttered a word to me yet. I didn’t want to ruin the night by putting a damper on the mood with a barrage of questions. I thought we were going to go to a hotel, but he brought me to an expensive high-rise building. This had to be where he lived, or at least a spot he frequented. When we pulled up to valet and he handed off his keys, that confirmed my suspicion. Without being told, I followed him inside, where he took the elevator to the eighth floor. It was kind of awkward because he was still quiet, with his head leaned against the cold elevator wall. When the elevator dinged, letting us know it stopped, he stepped off again with me in tow. Once he opened the door to his apartment, he allowed me to go in ahead of him. I glanced around, taking in the gray hardwood floors that showed my reflection perfectly. I was hesitant to walk on it until he finally spoke up.
“You just gone stand there like a part of the furniture or you gone come do what you came here to do?” I snapped my head in his direction and noticed that he was void of all of his clothes except for his boxers and socks and the Styrofoam cup he had since he was at the bar.
Anxiety took over me as I followed him back down the hall and into a massive room. Just like the front, it had minimum decor, but what was here I could tell was expensive. The only thing in here was a bed, dresser, and two nightstands.
“Take this shit off.” I jumped because I didn’t expect him to walk up to me like that. Nevertheless, I stripped down to nothing as I waited to see what his next command would be. My heart was knocking in my chest at how fine this man was and how I couldn’t believe how he finally chose me.
“Come suck this dick. How good you suck it depends on if I want to sample that pussy or not.” He sat down on the bed and took a drink from the cup he had.
Not being told twice, I threw my blonde, bohemian knotless braids in a bun at the top of my head. Descending to my knees, I nestled between his muscular thighs and fished his hard dick out that was straining against the material of his boxers. I practically drooled over his dick. Wasting no time, I hallowed my jaws and suctioned him into my awaiting mouth.
“Gah damn, Goldie. Get that shit.”
Hearing him groan with pleasure, I made sure to do just as he asked and sucked his dick like my life depended on it.
Gawk…Gawk…Spit…Slurp
I made sure to make it good and nasty and by the way he was gripping my hair, I had to be doing a good job.
“Shit, Goldie. You gone make a nigga renege on his one-night stance. Fuck!”
My chest swelled with pride, knowing I had him feeling this good. I was going to make sure that I left a lasting impression on him if it was the last thing I did.
“Shit,” he breathed out. “I’m ’bout to nut. You gone eat that shit up?” He peered down at me through hazy eyes. I didn’t see a need to respond because as soon as he said it, he was shooting his load down my throat.
“Gaaaah damn!” he groaned out in ecstasy.
Feeling accomplished, I made sure I sucked down every drop.
“Damn, girl. You definitely earned this dick.”
He leaned over and reached for a condom from the nightstand.
“Get that ass in the air and arch ya back.” I quickly got into position and waiting for his intrusion. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my slit a few times before finally plunging deep inside.
“Oh, gawd!” I yelped at the feeling.
“Mhm. Get this dick. Don’t you fuckin’ run either.”
Never being one to back down from a challenge, I kept up with Buck the best that I could. By the time he was done with me, it was three o’clock in the morning and my pussy was aching something terrible.
“Aye, I’on do sleepovers, shorty,” he announced once he came back out the bathroom.
“I’m waiting on my rideshare to pull up,” I explained.
“Oh, aight,” was all he said before he slipped his clothes back on. When he was finished, he gave me a look that meant get my ass up.
Hurriedly, I slipped my feet in my shoes and headed to the front. When we made it to the door, I turned to face him.
“This was fun. You think we—”
“Nah,” he cut me off.
I’m not gone lie. I was a little taken aback by his brashness, but I should’ve expected it. I knew what I was getting into when I chose to come home with him. Instead of responding, I gave him a tight-lipped smile and left out the open door. When I got on the other side, I let out a squeal because I had just had sex with my crush. Even if he was dismissive, I still got to enjoy just a piece of him.
***
I didn’t wake up the next day until after one. I would’ve stayed asleep if my sister hadn’t come into my room bothering me.
“Hoe, get up. It’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon.” She sat down on my bed. “Y’all must’ve been busy last night?”
Finally able to open my eyes, I sat up and stretched before I responded. “I’on know how busy it was because I quit.”
“You what!” She screeched.
“Stop all that damn noise. You know mama nosy,” I fussed. “And I said I quit.”
“That’s not saying anything, Nic. Why did you quit?”
I ran down to Mel the stuff that I’ve been dealing with, with Tony, and she was furious.
“Oh, baby, he got me fucked up. Get dressed so we can go beat his old, perverted ass.” I wanted to laugh at her antics, but it was clear that she was serious.
“Girl, calm down. Fuck Tony. I got enough money saved to last me a minute,” I assured.
“That’s not the point. No telling who else he’s doing that shit to. I’ma call Saint.”
“Do not get Saint involved with this. He has enough to focus on.” It was clear she was upset, but Saint has his own family to worry about. She took being a big sister seriously.
“I won’t call him for now, but what are you going to do about a job?” I shrugged because I honestly didn’t know. “Let me make a call. I can probably get you something,” she offered.
“You don’t have to do that, Mel.”
“I know I don’t, but I am,” she affirmed. “Now, where were you if you weren’t working?”
Just thinking about the events that took place last night, a smile graced my face, and my body reacted.
“I see it all on in your face. Spill it bitch.”
With a simper, I responded. “I was with Buck.”
Her eyes almost popped out her head. “Buck, who?”
“ Thee Buck DeLuca.” I smirked. The look displayed on her face spoke volumes. She was surprised at my revelation. She knew all about my crush on Buck. She, like myself, probably thought our hooking up would never happen.
“Nic. I don’t know whether to be happy for you or go hunt this nigga down because I know how he treats women.” She frowned.
“Trust me. I’m fine. I knew exactly what I was getting into, so I’m not mad one bit. I’m just glad to have experienced it.” That was the truth. I knew Buck’s reputation with women, but that didn’t stop me from having my turn with him. I wanted the experience, and I got it.
“Well, hoe. Since you good with all this, give them details so I can live vicariously through you.” I laughed as I told her about my night with Buck. I told her everything from the moment he approached me. To his hating ass bartender. To him turning me every way but loose. That man put my body through it in the best kind of way.
“Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself but don’t get caught up in Buck. You know how he is and I’m not trying to fight the DeLuca’s for fuckin’ with you.”
Nodding, I let her know she didn’t have shit to worry about. I wasn’t expecting anything to come out of the night we had. I just wanted to be able to say I experienced Buck DeLuca in this lifetime.