Tailani
I sat at my desk staring at my phone. I can’t believe it was actually him. I thought as I stared at our daughter’s picture. I could see him in her. The same eyes, same smile, same cocky attitude. I used to see myself when I looked at my daughter, now all I saw was Jeremih. Just thinking about him made me squeeze my knees together. I wonder where he lives and if he is as good as he was back then? “Stop it Tailani” I said, while shaking my head profusely.
“Yes, stop it Tailani,” Kona said, startling me.
“Kona, how many times have I told you to say something before entering?” I asked as I put my phone down.
“I did, you were too busy staring at Imani to listen. What’s going on girl? Are you actually considering taking the man you called “a sorry excuse for a director” up on his offer?” She asked, taking a seat in front of me.
Her elbows were propped up just like mine had been when I was with Jeremih only instead of the flirty response he had given me, I rolled my eyes in disgust then shook my head then said “f**k no,” so loud and with so much force I was sure someone outside the office could hear me, so the moment the words left my lips I covered my mouth and she laughed. “It’s not funny Kona. That guy is a self-center, psycho the last thing I wanted to do was go to that meeting with that pig let along go on another date. If I never see him again it would be too soon."
“Okay, got it, but what’s with that lustful look,” she teased.
“Did you need something Kona?” I said trying to regain my senses and not yet ready to divulge into this conversation, at least not until work was over.
“Yes, I need your signature on this proposal, it is to confirm the contract with Fase,” Kona said.
“Of course, they did say they were sending them over,” I said, remembering the conversation with DeAndre. After Jeremih left, I was finally able to hear the details of the proposal. Jeremih had done an amazing job putting that thing together, and I already knew that my father and brothers would feel the same way. “Who dropped them off?” I asked, hoping DeAndre would have sent Jeremih.
Kona shrugged, “Some brunette, she’s still waiting on you to sign it.”
“Has the lawyers looked over it?” I asked as I glanced over the proposal. One thing that my father taught me, was to always read the fine print and if I don’t understand it, hire a good lawyer to explain the s**t to me.
“Of course, that’s why I’m here, they said everything was legit, and we gain a lot from this proposal,” Kona assured me.
I smiled, as my mind returned to Jeremih. I wanted to congratulate him, maybe take him out to dinner and we could be each other’s desserts. Stop it. I thought as I signed my name then handed my cousin back the proposal.
“Whatever is going on in that head of yours, we will discuss it later,” Kona declared, as she made her way towards the door.
“I’m your boss Kona,” I reminded her.
“For two more hours, then I’m your big cousin, so after you pick up Imani, meet me at my house,” she ordered then walked out the door.
I sighed, then attempted to get back to work. One thing that I had to do that day was tell Imani about her father. When she was younger and asked about him, I told her the truth, minus the details that an 8-year-old didn’t need to hear. So she knows that we only knew each other for a short time, and we were separated before I found out I was pregnant with her.
Just as I was thinking about her, my phone rang and her face popped up, hesitant I answered it, “Hey baby,” I said trying to sound like anything other than the way I felt, and somehow my “hey baby,” came out sounding like a cross between agitated and condescending.
“Mommy, are you okay?” She asked, worried.
“Yeah, sorry, I have a lot of work to do today, and I’m finally almost done,” I said, brightening up. “Did you need something?” I asked as I looked at the clock. It was only 1:45, she still had 2 hours of school left and the last thing she was supposed to do was be on the phone.
“Yes, I have my first volleyball game tomorrow, will you be there?” She asked practically begging me to come. “Have I’ve ever missed you play?” I asked, with an even wider grin. When she was 6, I signed her up for volleyball and she took to it. Then there was also basketball, a game I couldn’t play nor understood, but she was an expert at.
“Thank you, mommy. I gotta go, the teacher just walked back in,” with that she hung up and I laughed as I put the phone down, then got back to work.
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Jeremih
The moment, 3:30pm came, I practically sprinted out the building. The time I was normally supposed to get off was 4PM which never happened because they made me work until at least 7 on one of DeAndre’s many projects that he didn’t want to do, but today was different. Today, I was ordered to stalk and spy on the woman of my boss’s dreams. The entire situation was pretty f****d up, because as I told the dumb musketeers, stalking is bad. I could go to jail or die, but of course neither of them cared—still, despite the position that they put me in, I was happy that I could see Tailani again. Besides her being one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, it was something about her eyes. I know I’ve seen those eyes before. I said, as I started my ignition and headed towards Thorton. I arrived just as she got into the latest version of a Buick. It was royal blue and elegant much like her. There is no way you know her. I told myself, but my c**k wasn’t convinced. A few minutes after we pulled away from her job she stopped in front of a lingerie store and my mind went crazy with images of her in lingerie.
I could see it now, us in DeAndre’s office, her spread out on his desk and my c**k buried inside her. “Stop it,” I told myself because now I needed a cold shower.
“Is there a reason why you are following me, Mr. Davis?” Tailani’s voice rang from my window. I didn’t even see her come over because of the impure thoughts in my mind.
“Would you believe that I was shopping for myself?” I asked. Stupid. I thought. Surprisingly she laughed, which made me laugh. “You don’t believe me?”
“Let me guess, Mr. Washington wants you to spy on me?” She asked knowingly.
“You’re not going to call the cops are you, I swear I didn’t want to,” I said, trying to sound cocky, while feeling nervous that she would actually call the cops.
“No, but you can’t keep following me,” She warned.
“I promise this was not my plan, but if I don’t follow you, I’m going to get fired,” I said, remembering DeAndre’s words before I walked out his office.
“Good, then you could work for my company and help my brother grow our financing department,” she said, through that beautiful smile of hers, that I started staring at.
“I’ll think about it. But for now, what should we do about my predicament?” I asked, hoping to see her again.
She gently touched her finger to her face, as if she were actually thinking about it, then said, “I don’t know, but you can’t follow me like this.”
“Or, you could give me your number and I could call you when I am ordered to see you,” I said, shamelessly flirting. It wasn’t on purpose; it was more like an instinct that I could never turn off. Unsurprisingly she shook her head no and I laughed.
“Nice try, though. But I have to go, please do not follow me. Look how about at 7 we meet at Septions and I will tell you whatever he wants to know,” she said.
“Is that your way of asking me out?” I asked, with the largest smile on my face.
“In your dreams. Either meet me there or not, it’s up to you,” With that she walked back to her car and drove away. I smiled after her like an i***t, thankful that my boss made me follow her.