Page 11 of On Everything
“Do your thing, sis. I definitely ain’t mad at you.”
I walked back into my bedroom, which was still neat because the fight hadn’t come inside here. Pernelle followed me into the room and sat down on the bed and pulled out her phone to check whatever social media account she wanted to at the moment, while I got dressed.
Going into my panty drawer I grabbed lace white panties, my laced white bra, and a cute pajama set to wear over it. After stepping into the bathroom and starting the shower, I did my entire hygiene routine thoroughly and quickly because I was ready to get out of this apartment. I washed my body, my hair, my face, and shaved the hair on the top of my coochie.
Once I was done showering, I turned the water off, dried off, and then put my clothes on. When I came out of the restroom, I grabbed the one bottle of real perfume that I have off my dresser which only had a few squirts left.
“That smells so good, Ci. Is that the Very Sexy perfume that I got for you for Christmas?”
“Yes, well the Very Sexy sample that you stole from the mall.”
“Purchased, stole, it’s still the thought that counts, bitch.”
“You’re right.”
I laughed while grabbing my body cream.
“You know I got you, girl. So, you really are about to go upstairs?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll have to see this to believe it.”
“Well get ready to see it. Let’s go.” We left out of the door, and I knew that I had to make a move now, because if I calm down, the shit won’t happen again.
Pernelle and I ended up splitting up in the staircase, and I went up a floor to the third level. Once I walked out into the hallway, I saw exactly why it's always so loud overhead.
There were junkies in the hallway. I was walking over bottles of trash liquor and blunt wrappers. One of these trifling bitches even had a pile of dirty diapers sitting by her door. I wanted to take another bath just looking at this shit. I know his place better be clean or I’m leaving.
I knew which unit he stayed in because I’d saw him go inside mailbox 73249 often. That means his apartment is number 249 on the 3rdfloor.
When I found his apartment, I knocked on the door, hugging my body until I heard the locks start to turn on the other side. He answered the door with his shirt off and a game controller in one hand.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at me from head to toe.
“I was just coming up here to see if. Well, I wanted to know if you would be interested in.” I tried my hardest to muster up the words, but I hadn’t ever come on to a man like this before.
“Interested in what?”
“In having sex with me tonight. But, if you aren’t interested, then I understand, and I apologize for coming on to you. I am just hoping to explore, but I hope I didn’t offend you.”
“Nah, come in.” He interrupted my rambling. I walked inside his apartment and then he guided me straight into his bedroom in his dark apartment. The only light inside was casting from the screensaver on his huge ass television. Once we got inside his bedroom, he stood behind me and started removing my clothing as he kissed me on my neck. Once I was completely naked, he pulled my panties to the side before sucking on my pussy, making me grab the sheets under me.
He lifted his head from in between my legs.
“Don’t run from me. Stay your ass right here.”
He pulled my body closer to him, locking me in place.
Right now, I’m forgetting that I’m a married woman and I’ll have morals when this nightcap is over with in the morning. I learned that skill from my husband, the cheating ass professional inmate.
Chapter 3
Hov
The next morning
