The day after is a Sunday. I did some spring cleaning. Afterward, give myself a facial. I applied moisturizer to my face after I cleansed, extracted, exfoliated, and streaming my face. I examined my face. My face looked so soft, smooth, and shiny like it was kissed my God himself. I stared at my dark brown eyes cradled by my black D curled, long eyelashes. Literal hell trying to put fake ones on these bad boys. The thing that pissed me off the most about having these lashes is the fact that people refuse to believe that their real because black girls ‘can’t’ long eyelashes but what a surprise...I’m black with long eyelashes.
I seriously don’t get this stigma that black girls or black people in general; don’t have curly hair, that their always loud/ghetto, don’t have or know their fathers, come from a broken home, sells drugs, and whatever other stereotypes that are out there. Imma burst some facts now; any race can be loud and vulgar, have an absentee parent, come from a broken home or sell drugs and that’s a fact. I shook my head.
My face is heart-shaped. My huge upturned eyes were complimented by my thick dark brows, my small button nose looks slightly upturned. My cheekbones seem virtually nonexistent until I smile, my cheek tends to appear hollowed out depending on how the light hits my face. My lips aren’t very big but definitely aren’t small and my top lip is a tiny bit bigger than the bottom. My skin color is um...I don’t know....milk chocolate I guess. I looked at my body, haven’t been this skinny since my high school days. My brown hair looked a mess, sticking out everywhere. My breast were b-cupped, my waist is tiny and my bum looked perfect for my now slender frame. I’m wearing Joey’s old red hoodie that shrunk all those years ago and of course my red granny panties. I don’t care it’s comfortable and yeah it’s comfortable. So granny panties to the world!
I walked out of the bathroom and turned off the lights then went to my closest for my nail kit. It was a massive, leather suitcase. I sat on the floor and filled my nails then painted them yellow. I cleaned my tools, rolled my kit back into its corner. I grabbed my phone before jumping on the bed to text Joey.
To: Joey❤️
Are you alive?
He answered a minute later.
From: Joey❤️
Honestly...surprisingly yes. How are you?
To: Joey❤️
I’m ok, just missing you.
From: Joey❤️
you have no choice but to miss me.
I rolled my eyes.
To: Joey❤️
I’m ok, just miss you.
From: Joey❤️
He began spamming that emoji.
To: Joey❤️
Oh my gosh stop.
He continues spamming. I rolled my eyes and FaceTimed him. He answered immediately, grinning. He was in bed and shirtless. I frowned. I checked my watch, it’s 11.45 am.” It’s just 5:45 pm there...how are you already in bed?”
“I just got out of the shower when you texted. I laid down to replied and I haven’t gotten up since.” He replied.
“Oh.”
“Yeah it’s Jodie’s show tonight I should get ready before she turns into Godzilla.” He said sighing.
I pouted.” Aw ok.”
I laughed when puts his mouth by the speaker and sends a dozen kisses then pulls away laughing.” Muah, I’ll talk to you later cutie.” He said. I smiled.
“Bye goofy. Muah.” I said before hanging up. I went to the living room to watch Orange Is The New Black. Before I even got to sit down my phone rang scaring the s**t out of me, I looked at it. It’s Beth.” Hey Beth.” I answered.
“Hi, do you want to come grocery shopping with me?” She asked. I did I really need anything. I wondered. Oh, my period is coming soon and I’m almost out of cereal.
“Yeah sure. How long until you get here?”
“I’m outside your door...so now.” I gasped when I heard a knock on the door. I hang up and went to the door. I opened the door and Beth stood there in a grey hoodie that was too big for her, black leggings, and flip flops. Her hair is tousled. She smiled at me.” Morning!” She said when I stepped aside, letting her in. A familiar scent teased my nose. I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Why do you smell like Joelle?” I asked.
She shrugged.” A little of this and little of that.” She said grinning.
“Huh?”
“Cause I f****d him...is that what you want me to say?” She cornered. My eyes widened. Oh wow, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to tell me that...trust me Beth I didn’t want to know.
“It’s just a question jeez.”
“And I’m flaunting my accomplishment.” She said twirling into the living room. Ok, I didn’t expect that...must be really nice. I followed her into the living room.
“How long has that been going on?”
“Not long all I mean we’ve been talking for almost a year and then last night I f****d him and I f****d him good.” She said sitting on the couch dramatically.” I know you can’t relate you’re basically on your way to blue clit by the rate you’re going.” She teased. Beth!
“Shut up,” I whined stomping my foot, she giggled.
“We need to get you laid, Bre.” She said kicking off her flip flops.
“I don’t need sex...I’m perfectly fine—I mean it’s too soon for a romantic relationship especially a s****l one,” I stated.
“I totally get what you’re saying but you can’t use ‘just got up of an abusive relationship so I need a break to get to know myself again’ as an excuse.” She said. Beth only other person that knew about Brandon, reasoning being she caught me trying to cover my bruises when I had just started working at Spectrum 4 years ago. She told me about her sister was going through the same thing and we’ve clicked ever since.” If you keep yourself in that box for too long it’s going to be hell getting out, Sarah did that and look at her.... wasting her youth and letting her crotch collect dust, cobwebs.” Sarah is Beth’s younger sister by a year, Beth is three years old then I am. I rolled my eyes, sighing.
“But I do need time—“
“Of course you do.” She said I’m getting up and taking my hands in hers.” I just don’t want you to push away anyone that could possibly make you happy because you’re scared they may turn out like the name that shall not be called. Ok?” I nodded.” Good! We’re going to go shopping tomorrow because it’s Joelle’s and foot face’s birthday Tuesday and I wanna look hot when he introduces me to his family!”
“Their birthday is Tuesday?” I whispered to myself. Should I get Joel something? I should...I mean he’s been so kind to me it’s the least I could do show my appreciation.
“Wait....did Joel invite you to the party?” She asked I shook my head. I don’t wrong him for not inviting me—I’m so bad for rejecting him, kissing him then running.” Oh...I’m sure Joelle wouldn’t mind if you came with us.”
I shook my head.” No. No. It’s ok—you don’t have to do that.” I told her.” If Joel wanted me there he would’ve invited me—“
“Yeah but it’s Joelle’s birthday too, I doubt he’s mind if you came.” She insisted.
I shook my head.” It’s fine Beth...I don’t mind staying home.”
“Hm. You sure?” I nodded.” Ok fine...let’s go to the store.”
“Lemme take a shower first,” I said her face fell.
“You haven’t showered yet!”
“Nope,” I said running to the bathroom.
-
After a warm shower, I threw on a dark grey halter romper and black flip flops. We went to the Morton Williams on 2nd Avenue. We were picking up some apple when a voice said.” Hello ladies.” Beth and I looked up to see Dean. He wore his hair in a small bun on top of his head. He plain red t-shirt with jeans and white Converse. Beth and I looked at each other then at him. He smiled at us.
“No hard feelings about yesterday right Dean?” Beth asked nervously.
“Of course not, I know Joel put you up to it,” he said his eyes flickered to me,” he doesn’t want me around Aubrey.” Maybe but you do suck at your job Dean...wait what? I frowned.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“It’s pretty obvious,” Dean said.
“Extremely,” Beth whisper under her breath, rolling her eyes. I frowned. I’m positive he fired you because you’re bad at your job so the two of you just leave him alone.
“Hm.” I sighed.
“Anyway, a couple of my friends and I are having a little get together on Tuesday...would you like to come, Aubrey?” He asked. That took me by surprise. He’s asking me out? Ok whoa um...I’m not ready for this but thanks, Dean.” Beth?”
“N—“
“She would love to!” Beth cuts me off.” I have plans but Aubrey is definitely free.” I shot daggers at her, she wiggles her brows at me.
I looked at Dean when he said.” Aubrey, would you like to come? It’s fine if you don’t.” He said smiling. Well, then no.
I was going to say no when Beth pinches my side.” Y-yes.” I gritted through my teeth. She stops and Dean grins.
“Excellent. Let me give you my number.” He said. We exchanged numbers. He hands me back my phone.” Do you need a ride? If you do I can pick you up at 8.”
“Yeah....that sounds great.” I lied, I didn’t care how cartoony I probably sound, all I know is that imma fight Beth after this.
“Well, I gotta run, see ya ladies.” He said. I smiled and nodded.
“Bye Dean,” Beth says, grinning. I mocked her mentally. After soon as he disappears around the corner I turned to her. Pissed.” No cobwebs for Aubrey! Yay!” She cheered.
“I’m not going to sleep with him!” I yelled, people looked at us but I didn’t care. Cause I’m not...I’m not ready.
“Ok then don’t...I just want you to get out and have some fun.” She said emphasizing fun.
“I can have fun on my own,” I said as we walked towards the deli.
“You mean die alone.” She said under her breath.
“What was that?” I said narrowing my eyes at her.
“Nothing!”
-
The next morning, I was awakened by knocking. I frowned looking at my watch, it’s 6:15 am. You got to be f*****g kidding me. I jumped out of bed and march to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Joel. I gasped. My heart raced. I looked again to make sure my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me but they weren’t. What are you doing here! Couldn’t you give me at least a couple more hours to freshen up at least? I took my time walking back to the bedroom, when I got there I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and washed my face. I checked my appearance, my hair was a mess and I looked tired. I pulled my hair into a ponytail then pulls out a few strands to make it look messy before quickly walking back to the door. I took a deep breath before I opened the door.
I wasn’t expecting his reaction I’m not going to lie. He narrowed his eyes at me, smirking. We stood there staring at each other, I looked down at myself. f**k! I’m wearing bright ass yellow granny panties and my old high school jersey that stopped above the waistband of my panties. I need to start wearing pajamas.” You ran to brush your teeth didn’t you?” He questioned. I stared at him like he was crazy. Pshh whatttt. No!
“Why-why-why would you think that?” I asked with my hands on my hips.
He shrugged.” I saw your shadow beneath the door.” He replied c*****g his head. Damn it!
“That could have been anything.” I countered. He looked amused.
“Like what?”
“A curtain duh,” I replied. Wait....there’s no curtain in the foyer. f**k.
“Yeah, curtain huh? Wow...their very nice to look at especially....since their nonexistent, hun” He said smirking.
“Shut up,” I said he chuckles.
“Good morning by the way.” He said stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looks so hot in his navy suit and tie with a powder pink shirt. He took me in very slowly.
“Morning,” I said. We stared at each other. You should bite your lip, Aubrey. My inner goddess purred. What no! Are you crazy?! A little yeah. Well, go be crazy somewhere else! I will...under him. Shut up.” What-what are you doing here?” I asked.
“I came to pick you up for work and—uh—apologize for the day before.” That took me by surprise. Apologize? Do you regret it? I mean...it wasn’t how I pictured telling you off would end up but I really do want you Joel and I can’t say I regret Saturday. In fact, I love every minute of it.” My behavior was inappropriate and I hope we can get past this without it affecting our relationship.” He added. I stared at him, he kept his face neutral and his posture relaxed. I want to know what he was thinking, desperately. I needed to know if he’s not saying this out of regret but to break the tension that might arise as the day goes on.
“Why would you think that?”
He folded his arms.” Oh...where do I start?” He said dramatically. I rolled my eyes. Oh gosh, forget I asked.” Oh...right—last Wednesday you kissed me. Key work: you kiss me. I was like whoa where did this come from...ou! What a beautiful moment that was then boom Aubrey runs away lies about she’s sick then got sick.” He replied a bit of irritation hinted in his tone. I was going to deny but what was there to deny? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I made a face at him.” Ok. You didn’t have to say it like that.” I whined.
“I have to because there’s clearly something here and I don’t want that something to ruin any chances for us to become friends.” He said. Aw, just friends—Bre stop.
“Friends?”
He nodded.” Yeah if you’re ok with that?” He asked. No, I’m not but I rather be friends than just have a professional relationship with you. I mean I like you and I want to f**k—shut up you!
I look a stepped closer and grabbed his tie, yanking him inside. He chuckled, closing the door behind him.” Yeah, I’m fine with that.” I answered.
“Good.” He whispered. I smiled at him.” Boop.” He said poking my left dimple, I slapped his hand away. He laughed.
“Did you put it there!” I hissed pointing at my dimple.
“No.”
“Then you’re not at allowed to touch it,” I said sticking my tongue out at him. I gasped when he grabs me, pulling me into him before biting my cheek.” Joel!” I protested. He stopped grinning at me.” You have one too, you know.” His smile fell and he stood up straight.
“So—you have two but my question is...do you think you can reach mine shorty?” He teased. I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever I’m going to get ready,” I said he chuckled as I walked away.
-
I took a shower and dressed in a tight, yellow, spaghetti strapped dress that stopped an inch above my knee with a white blazer, nude strapped stilettos, and handbag. I walked out of the bedroom to the empty living room. I gasped when I heard a small thud from behind. I turned to see Joel in the kitchen. He wasn’t wearing his jacket. His muscles bunched up beneath his shirt as he made coffee. For some perverted reason, I imagined him shirtless, wearing only his boxers and his hair tousled. I bit my lip. Bre stop. I put my bag on the couch beside his jacket and walked towards him.
He handed me a mug as he took a sip of his. He made a face then threw it into the sink.” I need to get you some real coffee.” He says washing his mug.” I thought I could give instant coffee a try but I can’t stomach it.” He said.
I took another sip.” I taste fine to me.” I said into my mug, shrugging. He leaned against the sink folding his arms. He watched me for a moment.
“Let me see your hand.” He said I gave him my left. He studied my hand with a sneer.
“I hate that I like this color on you.” He grumbled under his breath.” Are you done?” He said letting go of my hand. I nodded despite not drinking even half of it. He takes the mug and washes it.” Let’s go.” He said as walked to the living room. I followed him. He picks up his jacket and my purse before heading to the door.
-
We picked up breakfast sandwiches from Burger King before heading to work. We’re now eating in his office. We sat on the couch, watching footage of Jodie’s fashion show on her IG live, my legs were on his lap. He wiped his mouth and sat back.” How’s your s*x book going?” He asked smirking. I whined.
“It’s erotica.”
“Erotica is just a pretty name for it but it is still a s*x. Book.” He said, smiling. I rolled my eyes. Whatever.
“It’s...going ok, the...uh...lovemaking scenes are giving me a bit of a headache though.”
“What do you mean?” He turning to me, props his arm up, and resting his knuckle against his temple. The look he gave me was just screamed....say the word and I’ll take you on this couch, no cap. I bit my lip. I don’t mind if you don’t...Aubrey stop. You know what—I’m going to order a toy as soon as I get home. This excessive horniness can’t continue. He pulls my lip from between my teeth.” Stop that.” He said huskily.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Why is the s*x scenes giving you problems, hun?” He asked I shrugged.
“I don’t know...I just feel weird writing d**k, c**k, p***y, and whatever else, then there’s combing my brain to find ways not to make those scenes not feel so repetitive.” I started.” It’s a headache.”
“Can I suggest something to you?” I nodded.“ Whenever you feel that way just take a step back and relax try,” he said,” and about your s*x scenes here’s somewhat an easy fix to that.” I gasped when he grabs my leg pulling me closer. His hand hovered over my side, my breast and my neck, he drops his hand on knee.” Think about how....you want to be touched—by John or Johnny Depp or whoever.” He whispered. He kept his gaze low as he spoke. So...you?
“How I want to be touched?” I asked bluntly. He nods, looking at me. So....you touching me everywhere—that’s what you’re saying?
He brushes my bottom lip with his thumb.” Imagine him looking deep into your eyes—you can feel the lust in the air...the passion. Write about it.” He whispered, huskily.” Describe how he made you feel, how in sync our breathing and heart beating is with his, imagine the chills you get when he kisses your lips or neck. You get goosebumps.” He cradled my neck. His face is centimeters from mine, his eyes fixated on my lips. Our breathing was in sync. I wanted him to rip me out of these clothes and take me on this f*****g couch. Right now!
“Think about his behavior...is he dominant or submissive.” He whispers.” Most women prefer a dominant man, do you?” I nodded, mindlessly. Yes!
“Y-y-yes,” I whispered after swallowing a lump in my throat.” I like a man that knows how to take charge,” I whispered.
“How does he hold you?”
“One hand around my waist,” I replied.
“And the other?” He questioned.
“Gently hold the back of my neck.”
“Are you picturing it?” He asked huskily as he places his hands where I mentioned. I shivered, nodding.
“What do I do with my hands,” I asked him equally as huskily. He looked into my eyes briefly.
“You run them up to his ears, then slowly into his hair,” he whispers.
Slowly, I let my pinky brush his ear then let my fingers glide into his hair. He closed his eyes for a moment.” Like this?” I asked.
“Yes.” He replied in an extremely low and sexy voice.
“Then what—“ a knock on the door cuts me and the moment off. What the hell. Go away, your ruining s*x scenes tips with Joel. Joel tore his attention from me to the door.
“Joelle?” He called.
“Ya.” Joelle answers. Joel takes my feet off his lap and gets up, he unlocks his door then opens it. Joelle glances at me smirking.” Locked door? Papi without a jacket? What were you two doing?” I blushed. You interrupting might be a blessing in disguise because my inner goddess took over and boy was she ready to take d**k on this f*****g couch, up against the windows and on his desk.
“Talking,” Joel replied.
“Hm right.” Joelle teases.” Anyways, Kimberly is here.” Kimberly? Who the hell is that?
“s**t it’s 8:30 already?” he questioned checking his watch,” fuck...ok I’ll be down soon.”
“Why not now.” Joelle question, smirking.” You have more ‘talking’ to do?”
“Get the f**k out,” Joel said rolling his eyes. Joelle winks at me then leaves. Joel sighs stuffing his hands in his pockets. I got on my knees and lending over the arm of the couch.
“Is something wrong?” I asked as he walked towards me then stops in front of me. I looked up at him.
“No, I just forgot I have an extremely long meeting to attend.”
“Why wasn’t I aware of this meeting?” I question. He smirks.
“Because you were too busy being a punk after you kissed me.” He replied. I rolled my eyes. Oh shut up.
“What’s this meeting about?”
“Joelle, Jarrett, Journey, Kimberly, and I will be discussing security and further renovations for Spectrum.” He replies brushing a strand off my forehead.
“Oh. Who’s Kimberly?” I questioned dryly.
“Jarrett girlfriend.” He said. Had better be—Aubrey stop.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Put on your shoes and let go.” He said.
“Do I have to go to?” I whined.
“Yes.”
“Can I run some errands instead?” I asked he raised a brow at me.
“What kind of errands?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. I’m going to get you something for your birthday.
“Some...uh...things for—my period!” I blurted. Nice one Bre! A bit too loud but a nice one.
“Oh.”
“Yeah my cycle changed so I should—“
“No need to explain.” He interrupts me.” Ok go and be careful.” Aww.
“I will.”
“So you want me to take you to—“
“No, I’m good thanks.” I cut him off, putting on my shoes.
-
I walked out of the elevator, feeling drained. I shuffled to his office with a huge box with his gifts inside. I knocked on the door and a few minutes later, Joel opens the door. He looked sleepy. He frowned and checked his watch.” It took you four hours to buy tampons?” He asked taking the box from me.” Did you buy out the whole store?” He asked, walking towards the couches and puts the box on the coffee table before flopping back onto the couch. He kicked off his shoes sighing.
“I needed a specific brand so I had to hunt for it,” I stated.
“Hm.”
“How was the meeting?” I asked closing the door. I ended up slamming the door on my finger.” Ow!” I wailed, the pain tore through my finger enough to make me tear up. Joel jumped up and rushed over.
“Are you ok? What happened?” He asked.
“I slammed the door on my finger,” I mumbled a tear running down my cheek. He wiped it away then examined my finger. The nail on my index finger had broken off. Joel looks down at the broken nail and with a small portion of my actual nail was hanging off the nail bed.” Do you have a band-aid?” I asked softly.
“In my first aid kit.” He replies he takes my other hand and leads me to his desk. He lets my hand go then reaches into the second drawer and pulls out his mini first aid kit. He takes out a bandaid.” Is it for your finger?” I nodded.
“Yes around the nail,” I stated. He tore the covering then wraps the bandaid around my finger before placing a gentle kiss on it.
“There...all better.” He whispers.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” He whispered we fell into silence, staring at each other. Stop staring and hug me.
“You have anything for me to do?”
“Yeah clear my schedule of everything after 12 for.” He replies.
“Ok. I get on that while you take a nap.” I told him.