Page 3 of On Everything
Though tidies, this job at the assistance center was the highest paying job I’ve had to date. Shoot, in my high school years, I worked at McDonalds after school, only bringing in enough money to keep my hair and nails done or getting an outfit every now and again. I remember when me and Pernelle risked our lives on 3rdAve to cop my red bubble jacket with the tan and brown fur around the hood with my first check. I thought I was hot shit that day. Me and my best friend always thought we would be fancy designers because we loved window shopping and shit. I had dreams of opening up a plant and boutique shop because I love plants as much as I used to love designing clothes. I don’t do much designing anymore because it just seems pointless. Now I just take care of my four plants I call En Vogue, and I dream only at night when I’m asleep.
“Did you fix those sandwiches for my lunch?”
“Yeah, I did when I first got home.”
“What about the chips? You put some Hot Funyuns in there for me?”
“As always.”
“My girl.”
He fixed the collar on his shirt, now fully dressed.
I stood up from the bed to walk closer to him because he always looked handsome as hell in his work uniform. That grey thermal shirt and those blue cargo pants screamed give him some head, or some cooch or shit, both. His uniform is so sexy because it symbolized Kairo coming into manhood. A hood at one point I thought he would never go.
Back in the day, working wasn’t second nature to Kairo. He would always rather get money on the streets, which ultimately ended him up in jail every time. Now I see him backing out of that lifestyle more and more, despite his many threats to go back to his old ways.
I rubbed across his zipper, taking his bottom lip into my mouth.
“Nah, don’t think you getting him started when I have to catch the train in a minute. I’ll be back on my lunch break about 2:00 am to smash yo’ ass.”
“I don’t think you will have time to come here on break, babe.”
“Psshh.” He smacked his lips.
“I’ll always have time for that sweet pussy.”
Kairo smacked me on my ass. I don’t think Kairo ever really had plans of coming home on his lunch break at night, because he never did when he said he would. I think him telling me that is just his way of making sure I didn’t have a nigga up in ourspot. He was always hinting about me potentially cheating while he works at night. He’s even made slick comments about our neighbor Ant like he knows that I think that man is fine.
I followed Kairo into the kitchen, where he grabbed his lunch kit from the counter and then headed to the front door.
“I’ll see you later, Shorty.”
We kissed on the lips.
“Oh, can you take out some of them chops we have leftover from dinner a few nights ago so that you can make me a good breakfast in the morning?”
“Yeah, I got you, baby.”
Kairo grabbed my ass through my soft cotton work pants that were both comfortable and hugged my ass tightly.
“Damn, you in these pants makes me want to suck on that pussy right now. You better be glad that I have to go to work.”
“I’m not glad about it, but I do understand.”
His smile tugged higher on the right side, which was that smile that always worked on me. Why was I so weak for this man? Kairo could probably run me over in a car and have me cheesing hard on a gurney by sweet talking me after.
“Don’t worry. After I eat breakfast in the morning, I’ll have some of you for lunch. You know that my favorite restaurant is in between your thighs, right?”
He kissed me softly, and if my skin wasn’t honey brown, you would see how hard I was blushing right now. To think I flew in this apartment ten minutes ago mad as hell, now I just want to fuck both of our worries away and forget that feeling ever came inside my body. After all, I’m good at that.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Before Kairo could twist the front doorknob, loud over the top knocks started from the outside causing both of us to stop all words and movement for a second.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
The beating continued.
