Chapter 7
Deshona
“Imagine me discussing with my man last night about how my tac-head cousin had the audacity to skip town like she had warrants. No text messages. No letters. No postcards. Nothing. You could be stinking somewhere, and I wouldn’t be none the wiser. Ooh, I need to hop on the highway,” Korrena rants.
I sit quietly to give my dramatic cousin time to air out her grievances.
For her, I’ve disappeared without a trace, but she doesn’t understand that I’ve been here fighting for my life.
When I decided to leave my hometown, I didn’t anticipate my current circumstances or the UNO reversal that had happened.
“If you shut up, I can tell you how I’m living with a bronzed six-foot, braid-hanging, swollen yet tatted chest, almond-shaped, brown-eyed gallon of temptation,” I say with my eyes heavily staring at the closed door where I’m hiding in my bedroom.
“Wait. What? What do you mean?” Korrena’s question is loud, tinged with panic and uncertainty.
I chew on my bottom lip as I try to determine how to answer Korrena. But I must have taken longer than she can handle when her next question comes out in a rush.
“Do I need to call LaKendric so we can get on the expressway? You better tell me something and fast.”
I run down what’s been happening like a drunk woman incapable of handling her liquor intake. My words come fast and spill over as I try to enlighten Korrena about my present life, while my voice remains even and low.
“Oh my. I didn’t think you would run into . . . wow. I don’t even know what to say right now. He’s fine like that?”
A frown forms, and my eyes pinch as I try to figure out how Korrena had come to that conclusion with what I had told her.
“Who said the man is fine, Korrena?”
“His abs are like steel with tattoos that make me wonder what picture he was trying to paint with each installment. His eyes hide a sadness he tries to mask with humor and sarcasm. His hair is neatly braided, and I love the design work that his stylist did with his hair.”
I grunt and groan from the dreamy and squeaky tone of Korrena’s voice as she regurgitates words I don’t recall speaking.
“Now you’re putting words in my mouth. I only told you that I have a temporary roommate who’s been a pain in my ass, and I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be able to stomach him.”
“Nectarine, orange, it’s nearly the same sentiments. You were so engrossed in running down that man’s appearance that you didn’t realize that I could hear and decipher your attraction to him.”
I grunt again before I roll my eyes hard enough for them to get stuck in their sockets. Do I find Alijah attractive? Hell yeah.
“Okay. I have a suggestion that can help you continue ignoring the feelings you’re not ready to address or admit,” Korrena says after a few beats of silence pass between us.
“What?” I grumble before I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what my cousin is about to say next.
“You’ve been cooped up in that apartment since you moved there. Go out. See what the city has to offer. Find a warm body to release the pent-up tension you’re feeling from your roommate. Hell, you might find something worth holding onto.”
Or I could find someone I’ll have to get a restraining order on.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I don’t know the men or women in this city. How can I trust their authenticity?”
“Girl, bye. Living in Columbus didn’t give you the knowledge of the people you ran into. Try another excuse. Better yet, don’t. Go out and let your hair down.”
My mind swirls as I contemplate Korrena’s suggestion.
The longer I roll over the thoughts in my head, the more I agree that a night out might be the thing I need to get a break from Alijah’s temptingly aggravating tail.
I’m still stuck over the fact that the man brought me lunch after I insulted him.
I don’t know if he’s the crazy one or if I am.
I reach a decision and then hurry my cousin off the phone.
Then I pull up a search bar for clubs and lounges in the area.
Once that’s done, I stand and go to my closet to find something that’ll have a man’s tongue hanging at first sight.
Finally, I rush to the bathroom for my second shower of the day because even working from home, I ain’t about to go out smelling even a tad bit musty.
After my shower is complete and I’m back in my room, I do my hair in a neat bun so it doesn't hang down my neck.
Then I go through the process of doing a light beat to my face.
Once satisfied, I slip into the daring yellow sheer mesh dress that clings just right and gives me goddess energy.
The plunging draped top is paired with a ruched pleated miniskirt, finished with playful tie-up details that let me control the dramatic effect.
This outfit will surely turn heads and keep heads spinning tonight.
My open-toe white heels, which crisscross up my calves, are the perfect finishing touch.
I’m grateful that the white polish on my toes is still holding strong.
I take a second to give myself a once-over before a thought has me grabbing a small clutch to hold my phone, keys, some lip gloss, a thing of mace, and a razor blade, because Mom didn’t raise no fools.
With no other reason to delay and ready to get some alcohol in my system, I exit my bedroom.
The click-clack of my heels announces my presence as Alijah’s head slowly turns toward me.
Heat slams in my core when Alijah’s eyes become hooded as he takes me in from head to toe.
I fight the smile that wants to break loose when Alijah’s eyes darken with lust. But his intense gaze forces me to concentrate on walking because my legs suddenly feel wobbly.
I swallow over the lump in my throat and sashay my ass to the door without a word. The minute I’m on the other side of the front door, I lean on it to catch my breath before I continue toward the elevator.
“Whew! Thank you for the confirmation, Alijah.”
My chest expands, and a wide smile slides into place as I enter the elevator a second after pushing the button to call it to my floor.
Thanks to my quick thinking, my rideshare was at the curb as soon as I stepped outside.
The brisk air makes my teeth chatter as I contemplate why I didn’t consider the weather when I made my outfit decision.
It takes me twenty minutes, including paying the entry fee at the door, to be in the thick of things at Club Slizzy.
Heavy bass rattles through my body as I strut through the sea of bodies as I head toward the bar.
I plaster a smile on my face and shake my head when random hands try to stop my forward progress.
My senses are on full alert because, not only am I solo in this club but also new to the area.
I have no experience with this environment or the types of people I'll encounter while I’m here.
I step up to the bar and snap my fingers to the music while I wait for the bartender to approach me for my order.
The bar is full of people, and I get lost in the beat as my hips sway, and I bob my head.
“I love a woman who appreciates great music.” A man walks up beside me with little decency for personal space.
Whoa. A dab would have done you, honey.
I fight my knee-jerk reaction to frown as my eyes water from the overwhelming scent of cologne. I can’t pinpoint the brand, but whatever it is should be banned immediately.
“I gotta fight every night to prove my love.” A newcomer with a husky rasp says as I see and then feel the presence of a dark brown hand that lands on my shoulder.
A giggle falls from my lips as I subconsciously lean into the newcomer which causes his dick to twitch against me.
The man with the stinky cologne huffs before he walks away without another word.
But I’m too caught up with the new man to reflect on his departure.
Somewhere between this new man’s initial statement and the feel of his dick, I welcome the opportunity to be his woman, even if we are pretending to know each other.
My Lord!
My lower lips moisten the second I feel the thick and impressive bulge on my backside. The newcomer’s cologne tempts and entices me to go along with his recycled words.
“Hey, honey. We agreed you wouldn’t get your hands dirty today.” My voice is low and sultry as I slightly peer over my shoulder.
Shit! I’m taking this man home with me tonight.
“Did you get your drink ordered yet, smooch?”
Damn, you’re laying this lie on thick, playboy.
I smirk and shake my head as he nods before he puts his index and thumb together and whistles.
This man got me feeling like I’ve hit the jackpot by meeting the non-celebrity version of Trevante Rhodes.
My poor pussy juices like a peach the longer we engage in intense eye contact.
I’m definitely going home with this man because I’ll be damned if I let an opportunity to live out a fantasy that’ll never happen slip through my hands.
It takes no time for me to get several drinks in my system before I hit the dance floor with my fantasy guy.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
The DJ has a slow jam flowing through the room, which allows me and this man to talk without it being awkward.
I’m happy about the temporary reprieve because I need a minute to gather myself before I snatch his soul on this dance floor when the song changes again.
The titillating scent wafting to my nose has heightened my libido.
Between Korrena’s suggestion, this man’s handsomeness, and my desire to forget that I might feel something for my roommate, I need dick in the worst way.
“Does it matter?”
Hell no, my brain screams as I smirk and decide to lay my cards down like it’s the last one before I become the UNO champ.
“Since pleasantries don’t matter, come home with me.”
I could beat around the bush or spend unnecessary hours with this man on the floor, sweating up the room. Or I can just throw caution to the wind and expedite what’s going to happen anyway. I’ll take skipping pleasantries and getting to the dick for two hundred, please.
“I’m the squirrel with the nut you need. Lead the way, smooch.”
Uh, corny.
My smirk falters slightly, but luckily for him, my pussy has me too far gone to halt this rendezvous before it can get started good.
The exit from the club is a blur as my one-night romp mate and I share a ride back to my apartment.
By the time we arrive, the liquor I’ve consumed has me feeling nice and reckless.
The minute we’re in the elevator, mystery bae pulls me into him and connects our lips.
“Mm.” I moan as my hands explore his impressive bulge, and my pussy thumps excitedly.
Merriment fills me at the thought of this man packing a third leg that’ll give me the perfect sleep remedy tonight.
He grips my ass just as the elevator pings to let me know we’ve made it to my floor.
Our steps are quick, and I nearly drop my keys as I insert the right one into the lock and push the door open.
“Damn,” he groans when I squeeze his dick through his jeans.
“Follow me.” I take his hand into mine and lead him to my bedroom as my head swims with sexual energy.
“I can’t wait to get your little ass out of these clothes.” The words echo against my back and are the fuel I need to keep going.
I push my door the rest of the way but don’t take the time to close it once we cross into my room. Instead, I do a small twirl as my hands roam over my body before I move to pull my panties down my legs. I smirk before I toss the garment at my plaything who inhales it without hesitation.
“Mm. You smell so fucking good.”
Our eyes meet as we take countless seconds undressing. My eyes stretch and bounce when a thick, veiny, sledgehammer comes into view, and my mouth waters.
“I knew you would be worth it,” I say on a watery and seductive purr that causes him to chuckle.
“Less talking, more slathering my sheathed dick with your juices.” His words coincide with the quick speed of him rolling a condom down his pole.
Once he’s done, he removes the minimal separation between us and picks me up before he slams me onto his dick.
“Whoa! This pussy is something else, smooch.”
My eyes pinch because his words and his pained reaction throw me slightly off my game. I don’t have a chance to rebound because he repeats the action several times, and my pussy loses its moisture from the uncoordinated and weak strokes I’m experiencing.
“Grr—fuck! This pussy got diamonds in it.”
What the hell is going on right now? I know good and damn well this man ain’t about to cum already . . . son-of-a-bitch.
“Yesss.” The grunts and quick jerks from my companion twist my nose and cause a deep frown to form.
“I know you’re fucking lying,” I say.
“You got a toy or something? I’m gonna need some help for the next round. I’ll eat your pussy and fuck you, but I’m gonna need some help.”
“Put me down, nigga.” My voice holds no option for rebuttal as my body heats like a two-alarm fire on the brink of reigniting.
The man does what I ask, and for a second, all I can do is stand with my arms crossed and stare at him wordlessly. My attitude increases when he yawns and stretches like he’s put in enough work to be sleepy.
“Get out.” My dry ass pussy cusses me out, and I realize there is no way to salvage this complete and utter letdown.
“I can fix this, smooch. Let me get you off, and then I’ll leave.”
Are you out of your damn mind?
“You know what? Fine. But you better know how to fuck me with an aide better than you did with that waste of meat God blessed you with. Why weren’t you a nigga born with a carrot instead of a sledgehammer? This is some bullshit.”
“I got you. Just grab your little friend, and let’s finish what we started.”
This nigga.
“What little friend?”
“The one most single women keep on lonely nights.”
You’ve got to be kidding me? Better yet, why the hell am I about to entertain this shit?
Duh. You didn’t get your release. That’s why.
I grunt and grumble before I storm toward my closet to grab the toiletry bag where I keep all my toys.
I’m frustrated so I grab the first thing I hit, knowing that everything I own is capable of me reaching an orgasm.
I turn around with my toy in hand and walk to my bed before I lie down and spread my legs.
I lift the toy and switch it on before I place it on my pussy.
My girl knows what time it is and moistens only a second after contact.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Aht. Aht. No talking.”
I don’t have time to risk the opportunity to reach a release for a second time tonight messing around with this man.
So all I need him to do is use his hands and let my toy bring me to the orgasm he clearly isn’t capable of doing.
I didn’t drink enough to forget the failure this night has become. This is some bullshit.