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“I’m not talking to you today,” she mumbles.

“Noted,” I reply.

“Aren’t you even a little curious why?” She stomps and folds her arms over her chest.

“Well, I figured you’d tell me through interpretive dance later.”

“Tarek Fairisles.” Her jaw clenches as she speaks through her teeth.

She paces in the middle of the room, flailing her hands as she talks. Her arms are getting longer, looking like spaghetti. Speaking about spaghetti, I wonder if the pesto I made two nights ago is still in the fridge. Maybe I can toss it with some roasted chicken breast and a caprese salad on the side. Sprinkle it with some salt, pepper and olive oil. Garlic bread, I need garlic bread, I can make garlic butter quickly, bam on the ciabatta, toast it. We got garlic bread.

“Tarek are you even listening to me?” Veronica’s pleated skirt swishes between my open legs. I didn’t even see when she moved.

“No” I mutter, slouching down in my chair, head tilted back, fully committed to not caring. My chin feels heavy as Veronica pulls it down. My eyes meet her green ones. “Are you high?”

“As a fucking kite, yes.” I nod and I could hear liquid sloshing around my head.

She screams and begins to rant some more. Her voice begins to resemble that teacher’s voice from Charlie Brown. Wah, wah, wah, wah. Like what the fuck is she saying. All I know is I need to shut this down now. Maybe even get my cock sucked.

“Do you know on my phone I have you saved as Heaven On Earth?”

As expected, she stops mid rant and stares at me. Her dark tendrils escape her chignon.

“Am I really?” she asks her voice sounds soft and breathy. I got her. Now it’s time to reel her in. I tap my lap for her to sit.

As expected, she rushes to my lap and caresses my face. “Am I really saved as your Heaven On Earth.”

“Yes, but…” I softly touch her cheeks with the back of my hand. I grimace with false regret; it’s sad that she thinks she means that much to me.

“We are done, aren’t we?” she whispers.

I lift her chin and stare into her eyes, “You know what this was when we first started.”

She breaks down in tears and presses her face into my neck.

I squeeze her tightly, trying to provide comfort. I sigh knowing that I am hungry, and I’m stuck rocking a grown woman.

She presses both hands on my clavicle, eyes locked on my mouth.

“Since its our last time,” she says.

I let her go. She slithers down my lap, settling on her knees between my legs. My head drops back into the chair. I gasp as I feel her cold fingers wrap around me, unfolding my length before she takes me into her warm mouth. I reach to down touching the top of her head, dictating her rhythm.

“I was right Veronica you are really Heaven on Earth,”

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PENNY

“I can’t believe you did this to me Pen. My boss? Fucking really and I know it was you who got me fired.” The angry voice from my phone echoes throughout my living room.

“You’re so pretty. Look at your new flowers,” I pump my copper can mister, water lightly falls on the leaves of my orchids and succulents. My finger grazes the soft white and pink petals of my orchids.

“To delete this message press one, to,” I didn’t give it time to ask me to save, I press one on my watch to delete the message.

My fiddle leaf fig plant is almost touching the ceiling. To believe I got this from Home Depot three years ago and now its thriving, casually trying to break through my roof. Life is crazy.

“Next message. My fucking bank account! Pen did you hack my money and my crypto? You know that is fraud right you can go to jail. I am going to?—”

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