Page 61 of Tarek

“Ding dong!” my doorbell rings.

My head swivels to the side. Who is at my door? I don’t have enough friends for me to have a visitor now.

Hastily I put on my short pink robe and wrap it around my body.

I crab walked to the door and peep through the hole.

No, not him, not right now. Maybe if I ignore him. I close my eyes, and I stay still hoping he goes away.

“I can see your shadow under the door. Open it or your neighbors are about to know exactly how you like your pussy sucked and fucked,” Tarek demands.

The door remains closed, I hear his soft chuckle. “All right. I know you love when I curl my while finger inside of you while I suck you cli-.”

“Oye okay.” I throw my shoulders back and open the door.

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TAREK

I was on my way to the Union awards, then I thought about Jasper’s words. “Make a connection and call.” So, I did, and she hang up on me three times. You would think that I would take a hint that she doesn’t want to talk to me. I was mentally fine till I thought of her entertaining another man when she belongs to me.

I called Luce and got her address. Here I am, looking down at the woman who invaded my thoughts. And she is standing in a pink robe. A robe? So, I was right, she does have someone here. Not for fucking long.

“Hi, I can’t talk right now? Call me tomorrow,” she says as she closes the door slowly.

I jam my foot into the threshold and push the door back. Murderous, unhinged and crazed that’s how some psycho men acted around their women. I never thought I would be part of the club.

“Tell lover boy to get the fuck out. If he doesn’t, he will leave on a stretcher. One way or the other he is leaving out this motherfucker.” I have lost all my senses. In this space of time, I should be clapping to my best friend’s success.

Instead, I’m about to commit fucking murder.

“There is no lover boy here. Now I need you to—oh—oh my god.”

I don’t hear the rest of her sentence, effortlessly I push the door back and made a stride into her house.

It’s taking all of me not to scream out. “Where the fuck is he?”

The door closes and hurriedly she comes to my side. “I have no one in here and you are a complication.”

“A complication?” I chuckle, she has no idea how much of a complication I can be.

Ignoring her, I start with the kitchen, then head to the guest bathroom, the office and the pantry. Finally, I make my way to her bedroom.

There is no man in the house, just a pot of purple wax. Maybe she was putting hot wax on a man? The thought of her dripping wax on someone else made me irritable.

“What the hell are you doing?” I tried to temper my voice.

“Nothing. Please leave.” She pushes my back trying to get me out.

“Yeah, I’m not leaving. Why didn’t you call yesterday?” God, I sound like a little bitch.

“I had so much work to complete. Why didn’t you call?” Her voice is tight, and she pauses taking a breath. “It doesn’t matter now. Please just leave.” She gestures toward the open bedroom door, clearly exasperated.

“Work? Seriously, Penny.” I know it makes sense that she didn’t call, but still, I want her to carve out time for me. I don’t know why the hell I want that so badly…but I do.

“Tell me what the hell is going on here?” I ask pointing to the wax.

She closes her eyes and rubs her forehead in frustration. “I was trying to wax my vagina and now my labia and my legs are glued together. Thanks to you they might stay that way forever.”

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