Page 19 of When Love Becomes A Need
I handed her the money. “You’re having a pity party right now. Whatever happened can’t be that bad. Get over it and figure out your next move.”
Fatima stared at me in disbelief. “You don’t even know what happened.”
I smirked. “I don’t have to know. Normally when I come in here, you’re smiling and happy. That helps me start my day off right. Right now, you’re being a buzz kill over some shit I’m sure you can’t control. Move on and stop throwing a pity party.” I grabbed my order.
“Enjoy the rest of your day Fatima,” I smiled at her.
I may have overstepped, but I didn’t tell her anything that wasn’tthe truth. Life was full of disappointments and her dwelling on them wasn’t helping anyone.
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After leaving the gym, I had some time to spare before I had to be at the shop. Part of me wanted to go back to the coffee shop and try and cheer up Fatima, but I knew that was doing too much.
Something about her kept drawing me to her and I wasn’t feeling it. The last time I felt like that was with Kylie. So instead of going and trying to get closer to Fatima, I called up Marsha, a girl I saw from time to time.
I didn’t do a lot of useless sex because I was too old for that. Marsha and I have known each other since high school and slept together a few times before I got with Kylie. She was down with casual sex, and when I ran back into her after my engagement went left, we hooked back up.
“I’m glad you called me. I have been needing a relief.” Marsha moaned as I moved in and out of her. She gripped the sheets on her bed and tossed her head back.
“Oh yeah?” I bit down on my bottom lip. Having sex with Marsha was always good and her pussy being good was a bonus.
“Yes, damn!” she cried as her pussy gripped my dick tighter. I let her legs go and slammed my hands down on the bed. Speeding my pace up, I kept fucking her until we both were cumming and I was filling the condom.
Pulling out of her, I stood up and walked out of her room to flush the condom.
“Why do you always get like that?” Marsha asked when I walked back into the room.
“Like what?”
“Cold and standoffish. When we’re having sex you’re good, but soon as it’s done, it’s like you shut down.”
I shrugged. Picking my boxers and pants up, I slipped them on.
“I hate what she did to you.” Turning around, I looked at Marsha curiously.
“Who?”
“Kylie. She made you someone you aren’t. You were never this rude, bitter person. Now it’s like you lack any feelings or emotion.”
I frowned. “I’ll hit you up,” I told her, preparing to leave.
I wasn’t about to sit around and discuss Kylie with her. Marsha and I had one thing to talk about and that was when we both needed to release sexual tension. Outside of that, we didn’t need to conversate.
Everyone around me bringing Kylie up did make me think about her. My chest ached thinking of how she threw away all the shit we had built. She had me walking around here in my feelings like a bitch while she was somewhere laid up with another nigga.
Shaking my head, I started my car. Thinking of Kylie didn’t do shit but put me in a bad space. I had closed her chapter in my life, and it would stay like that.
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“What’s my schedule looking like, Laci?” I walked up to the receptionist's counter and leaned on it.
Laci picked theiPadup and handed it to me. “You have two back-to-back appointments. There’s a small gap before your last appointment for the day comes in.”
I nodded.
I was hoping to look at some buildings today. I had already spoken with my accountant about opening a second location and figured out the budget and numbers. Now all I needed was to find a spot.
I had a few in mind that were in high traffic locations. I just had to make sure they fit.
