“It’s a damn good one. Thank you for acknowledging me and my feelings baby. I really appreciate that. Though next time you do that I’ll really get pissed do you understand me Channing Stohurst?” Even though I’m still pissed it’s dulled by the effects of not finishing in the elevator and thinking about him too much in the bath earlier. Added to the fact that his voice is low and sexy just takes me to a place only he’s ever taken me too. Horny, I slide my hand down touching myself feeling like he’s watching me, wishing he was in front of me.
“I understand Babylove, again I’m sorry. So, what are you doing right now?” That sexy low groan he always does comes though the phone making me arch my back some, licking and swirling my fingers around my clit.
“Nothing, ughn just laying d-down.”
“Is that so? Because right now I’m stroking my cock thinking about you.” Shit I miss him, I wish he was here with me.
“You- You are?” I want his big hands on me. My hands aren’t nearly as big as his but I still I bring my hand up and squeeze my breast feeling moisture coat my fingers.
“Yes, Babylove, I’m thinking about you fingering your pussy right now. Why don’t you do it for me.”
“Okay, I can do that for you.”
“Fucking right you can. Go on and shove those dainty little fingers up that delectable little cunt baby.”
“You’re so nasty.”
“I’m nasty only for you, so be nasty for me spread those lips for me and touch it like you want me to.” Feeling it way more because of the way he’s talking I do as he say and spread myself as he asks pushing three fingers inside.
“Ugnnn shit, oh fuck Channing it feels so good!”
“Yeah that’s it finger that pussy Angel. Lemme se- uhm let me hear you Babylove. Fuck yourself how I do it.” Withering in bed I shake had wishing it was him actually fucking me instead of being here alone. I want him!
“Ugn Channing baby I miss you baby! Oh, I can’t wait for you to be inside of me.”
“Angel, I just want to be close to you. PLEASE COME HOME!” OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM! “FUCK I’M GOING TO CUM, CUM WITH ME ANGEL!”
“Ok baby, I-” a knock on the door makes me jump up, jerking my hand back like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar and straighten myself up. Standing, I get up from bed yell for whoever is at the door to give me a second as I run into the bathroom to wash my hands. After drying them off I come back out and curse to myself.
“Oh, crap baby hold on.” At the door there’s a woman dressed to the nines even this late at nine. Thinking she’s lost I stand at the door waiting for her to tell what she wants so I can get back to my man and b-
“It was you. You ruined us.” She pointed her finger at me then touched my chest. Excuse me bitch? Slapping her hand away, I put my hand on my hip trying to understand what the hell she is talking about.
“Excuse me? Did what exactly? And who the hell are you”
“No, you aren’t excused, and you know exactly what I’m talking about. You broke us up.” What? This lady is off her rocker.
“Ma’am, I think you’re drunk wait here while I go and call the front office so they can-” She sniffled and pulled a tissue from her purse, wiping her nose.
“Channing and I were going to get engaged. I saw the ring, he was going to ask me to marry him, but the moment you started working for him, everything changed. I hate you so much.” Did she say Channing? Narrowing my eyes at her I look her up and down trying to recall her face. I don’t remember ever seeing her around him. What in the hell is she talking about, them almost being engaged…? I know for a fact Channing has never dated anyone long term while I worked with him. So what is sis talking about?
“We were happy I even talking about children but then you came along and ruined my life! I hate you!” What in the white privilege is this shit?
“Look, from what I’m gathering you dated Channing and he dumped you… I feel you sis, I’d be distraught too. He’s a catch but what we aren’t going to do is blame the innocent black woman for the white woman’s problems. I get it you’re hurt, but it’s time to let that negative energy go. I’ve been employed under Channing for over three years and have only recently started dating him, so please spare me the “woe is me you stole my man” tears. On another note are you aware that I’m here on business? How do you even know who I am and why are you here?”
“Tsk, why I’m here is none of your business, but know that I happened to see you and had to say something, but you’re absolutely right about one thing. I do need to let this hurt go but I can’t because I LOVE HIM! I’m supposed to living in that big beautiful mansion that was just built. I’m supposed to AT LEAST be on my second child with him but I’m not because of you.”
“Woman you’re crazy, I don’t know what you’ve dreamed up in your head, but Channing wasn’t seeing anyone when we started dating.”
“NOT NOW YOU TWAT I’M TALKING ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO!” That made me move out of the doorway, accidently shutting myself out of my hotel room. Looking back, I try to open it and curse knowing the keycard is still in my purse. Fuck! Turning from the door I go to bypass whoever this crazy bitch is but I’m stopped by her grasp on my arm. Shaking her off I look at the cameras in the hallway and pray that someone hears the commotion she’s causing. Nobody is about to blame me for knocking this bitch out without cause.
“I’M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!” She reached into her purse and pulled out a knife and I narrow my eyes pissed. Oh, this wantch crazy crazy. Holding up my hands I back away from her, not feeling an ounce of fear because I’m from Acres’ Homes Forty-Four, the hood where we are raised to have no bitch in our blood. Lord save me I don’t want to have to drag this white lady for the filth while I’m on business for personal matters.
“The day you walked into his office was the day I saw him change. One day we’re picking names for our future family and thinking about getting a dog and the next he’s asking can he call me Angel while fucking me. For months I put up with this until one day he comes home and tells me I would never be enough and how I’d never compare to his ‘Angel’. A man I’ve watched grow his business from nothing, a man I nurtured when things got tough, suddenly changed right before my eyes. Coming home late, calling me out of my name while having sex, always smelling like a perfume that wasn’t mine…” She stepped closer, sniffing the air then more tears ran down her face.
“I don’t know what you’re tal-”
“SHUT UP! Just shut to the hell up you home wrecker! I know that scent anywhere. He’d come home late at night smiling, bathed in it. He even bought me some and wouldn’t-” she wailed. “He wouldn’t have sex with me unless I wore it. He’d make me where blindfolds, and I’d hear him turn on the tv. At first, I thought it was porn but then once the blindfold slipped, it was most certainly you on the screen. My boyfriend that I had been in love with and almost engaged to was making love to me so tenderly, but he was thinking about another woman.
On the day he told me I’d never be enough; he gave me everything. Literally everything. I’ll never forget his words. ‘My Angel is too good to share a house that I’ve lived in with another woman. I’m going to build her dream home. I’m going to learn to cook for her and I’m going to give her everything in me because my Angel deserves it, and a man who will commit to only her.’” My heart was beating out my chest as she laughed bitterly.