15. Koi
Igot Marcel out of jail, but that was it.
All the conversing and him acting as if we were cool was where I drew the line.
After the incident happened, I went up to my apartment with Roman in tow.
He was going off about how Marcel needed to be taught a lesson and how I needed to be more careful.
Over the night altogether, I didn’t feed into the banter.
I told him I understood where he was coming from and that was it.
Apparently, that was not it, and one wrong gesture started up a heated argument between the both of us.
All I said was Marcel was not like that.
It was true. I had known this man for more than half of my life.
Well, Roman felt like I was taking up for him and immediately accused me of spinning the block on Marcel.
No matter how many times I told him that wasn’t true, he didn’t believe me.
So, I told him to give me the gun and to leave.
Right now, I wasn’t in the headspace to argue with my fuck buddy.
There was nothing more to our situation, so the arguing was stupid.
We both knew what we were dealing with each other for, and that was bomb sex, an escape, and good company.
The relationship woes could hold off. While Roman claimed he wanted more, he still wore that ring on his finger and answered every call and text from his wife.
Yet, I never made it a thing, so I couldn’t understand why the hell he was so pressed to start shit with me.
My life was starting to look like “fuck love, have fun and get money.” I wasn’t mad at it either.
I don’t know if anyone was worthy enough of me to settle down and commit to right now.
I was over all the drama after victimizing myself and avoiding the truth.
I flopped down on my sofa, scheduled a therapy session, and then read through the text from Roman.
Roman: I’m not trying to be that dude with you, Koi.
You are special and yes, I’m still married and yes this is new, but we both know what we have.
I shouldn’t have accused you of shit. I know what it is between us, but my protective and jealous side came out.
I apologize and want to make it up to you if you let me.
I didn’t know what he had in mind for making it up to me, but he wasn’t gonna get an answer tonight. I closed the text thread, got up, and showered. Tomorrow was another day and my last day in my current position. My love life was a shit show, but my work life was thriving.
Session 15
“I didn’t think you’d want to see me again.
You know after you’ve canceled sessions with me,” Rae said, a look of defeat layered across her face.
With not as much as a peep. I locked the door to her office, turning on my heels and meeting her in the center of her office.
As if the room had supersized, all I saw was Rae, standing in front of me, dressed in an olive green skirt set and a black top.
The blazer she wore was draped across her lounge chair. She stood quietly, unsure of what to do when I grabbed her arms, pulling her in closely before kissing her deeply.
For the past week, she was all I wanted. She was all I knew, and my lips brushing against hers was all I wanted.
The intimidation and awkwardness I felt the last time was long gone. My mouth watered at the thought of her succulent nipples in my mouth, and my pussy throbbed at the idea of my lips kissing her lips down below.
“Here? Now? Your session.” She asked, but I cut off her hesitation as my hand caressed her thick thighs, leading up to her underwear.
“I’m in control today. Allow me to show you what you’ve been missing.” I figured Rae would speak, but she stood quietly with a smirk on her face, turning me on more.
I backed her up to the desk in the corner of her office, hiking up her skirt, dropping to my knees, licking my lips.
“I want you to let go of all your thoughts and doubts. I need you. I’ve craved this.”
“Then the floor is yours, baby girl.”
I let out a deep sigh, bit my bottom lip, and lifted her leg. “I want to see all of you. That makes my pussy throb and my mouth water.”
“You sure?”
“Yea.” I tapped her thigh. “Remove the skirt and shirt and hurry. We are on limited time.”
Rae slipped out of her outfit once I unzipped her skirt in the back.
This was something I had wanted for weeks.
Without warning, I pushed her legs apart, kissing her pussy through her thong before sliding it to the side.
“Not too much, I’m in charge,” I told her before licking her, using two of my fingers to part her lips before sucking on her clit softly.
“Shit, Koi. This, ohh…” Her words became lost in the sound of the rain machine that was playing in her office.
“Umm,” I moaned against her pussy. My fears of not satisfying her were long gone once she grabbed the back of my head, grinding against my face.
“I- I needed this,” she cried out, pushing my face deeper in between her legs, grinding faster and cumming harder than expected. Rae must have been sex deprived or just as excited as I was because she wasted no time in letting go of the nut she was holding. I didn’t move.
“Koi, no, we can’t.” I wasn’t finished with her, but I also knew we were on limited time. She was pushing me away, against my will.
“You’re lucky.” I stood up. “You’re so lucky.” I bit my bottom lip.
“Good, let me clean myself up. I have a client after you, girl.” She smirked. “Whew, Chile.” She got up from her desk, fanning herself. “Let’s go.”
I followed her to the bathroom where we both cleaned up before I turned to leave.
“Have a good rest of your day,” I kissed her lips and left just as quietly as I came.
I didn’t know what the fuck had come over me, but I was loving it.
I slid into my driver's seat, feeling like the bad bitch I was. Rae had already sent me a message that she wanted us to go out. If my plan hadn’t worked out perfectly, I planned to block her number and find a new therapist, but since I knew I had put it down, I was looking forward to us linking up.
“Hello?” I answered the unknown caller in an irritated tone. My good mood was easily turned off.
“Koi, Koi don’t hang up, please.” I couldn’t believe Rika had the nerve to call my phone. This bitch was trippin’.
“What the fuck do you want?” I didn’t hide the malice in my voice. “And hurry the fuck up!” I snapped my fingers as if she could see me.
“Marcel was locked up, and I didn’t go get him. I tried calling his phone to see if he ever got out, but it’s going straight to voicemail. I was wondering if you knew anything about this. We have a child-”
“I don’t give a fuck if y’all shared a kidney. Don’t ever call my phone looking for Marcel. That’s ya’ baby daddy, not mine,” I scoffed. “The grass ain’t greener on the other side, huh? Yea, that’s what happens when a bird brain bitch gets pregnant by a nigga that don’t want her.”
“I know,” she cried into the phone. “I’m just worried, that’s all.”
“Bitch is you dumb? Worried? That nigga doesn’t give a damn about you, so take your worrisome ass on somewhere and go be a mother.”
“Koi, I’m sorry. I fucked up! I know it, but he is MJ’s father.” My jaw clenched, and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.
“You named him after Marcel?”
“It’s his first son. So why not make him a junior?” I hit the end button so fast on my phone. Whatever plans I had for the afternoon were canceled. I sped off in the direction of Yonkers. Marcel and Rika had played in my face for the last time.
Marcel opened the door swiftly. “Wassup ma?” was all he said before my hand came across his face. He was caught off guard, stumbling backward into the apartment.
“A junior? You let that bitch name her son after you?” I was livid and seeing red. My chest heaved up and down as I rushed in his direction, unleashing a barrage of slaps against his bare chest.
“Koi, Koi!” He yelled out. “Stop hitting me. Damn.” He grabbed hold of my swinging arms, pulling me into his chest. “Stop, fuck!”
“Stop? Nigga you are stupid! And I’m just as stupid for dropping charges and letting you get out of jail!” By now the tears that threatened to fall were sliding down my face. “I fucking hate you!” I tried to break free of his grasp. “Get the fuck off of me!”
“You out here fucking and sucking a new nigga, but you wanna beat my ass for something I couldn’t control? You can control spreading your legs to the next nigga!” It was as if a switch went off in my head.
“Nigga fuck you! Yep, I’m sucking and fucking a new dude, one who ain’t playing about me. One who be making me forget your stupid ass ever existed. Matter of fact, forget about him. What my girl bae does for me; you never stood a chance!”
“What?” I know he heard every word I said because when I mentioned a girl, Marcel’s eyes widened in shock. “A woman? You fucking a woman?”
“And I do it well too.” I smacked my lips. Marcel pushed me back so hard that I flipped over the end table I used to be familiar with. “Stupid!” I popped up from the floor, rubbing my back,
“I should kill you! So, what you gay now? That’s how the fuck you moving?”
“Don’t ask me shit,” I yelled at him. “I’m leaving, and you can have your gun too.” Marcel knocking me over the table had me livid. He didn’t put his hands on me, but this was as close to it as he got.
While he tried to talk to me about it, I ignored him. Not only did I hurt my back, but I also hit my damn head, causing a headache to begin.
I should have known that coming this way was gonna only make things worse, but Rika had gotten under my skin. Why the fuck she felt the need to name her son after the nigga she fucked that belonged to me had just landed her ass on a first class flight to hell.
Part of me wanted to go to Mott Haven and kick her ass again, but she liked to call the cops. Things were working out for me, and I didn’t need the setback.