She looks up at me, and I wink at her. “Will you just go away!”
I nudge her shoulder. “Oh come on, Feisty Pants, admit it. You enjoyed every minute of our little tryst last night.”
I can just see the irritation on her face, and frankly, I’m loving it. “I did not!” she snaps.
Her reply causes me to laugh out loud. “Oh, guess those moans meant you hated it. Damn, Honey, I totally misread you.” I wait for a response, and when she just ignores me, I lean in close. “Or maybe it was you screamin’ ‘Fuck me, Sainte.’ I’m not sure, darlin’. Maybe you can refresh my memory,” I say teasingly. Nothing pleases me more than to get her goat and, better yet, getting her to the point where she has no comeback.
“You’re an asshole, Sainte.” She grabs her coffee and leaves, heading upstairs to her room.Sainte two, Honey one!I wait a couple seconds and follow her.
When I get to her room, her door is closed. I don’t even bother knocking. I open the door and barge right in. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?”
She jumps, and her bag of coke drops to the floor.
I swoop down before she can and snatch it from her. “Oh, what’s this?” I ask, playing dumb. She knows I know what it is, but I still make a big deal of it.
“It’s mine!” she yells.
I open the bag and stick my pinky in and then touch it to my tongue. “Nope, it ain’t powdered sugar.”
“Will you give that back to me!”
“Now tell me, Honey, how would Ice react knowing you had a bag of coke in your room?”
“I was just going to flush it. After our talk last night, I realized you were right and I needed to get rid of it.” She’s lying through her teeth, and she knows I know it, but she has no idea I’m about to call her bluff.
“Oh, really? Well it’s a good thing I’m here. We can flush it together.”
“I’m perfectly capable of flushing it myself. I really don’t need your help.”
“Oh but, darlin’, I think you do.” I hold up the bag and walk into the bathroom. Turning back at her, I ask, “Are you coming?”
She runs after me, trying to grab the bag. “You have no idea what that cost me. Please, Sainte, let me have it and I promise I won’t buy any more.” Finally, now we’re getting a little honesty.
I hold the bag up where she can’t reach it. “Tell me what you paid for this shit.”
“Fifty bucks,” she says proudly.
I laugh. “There is no fuckin’ way you paid fifty bucks for all this coke. What did you have to do?” I know how dealers operate. With a woman like Honey, I’m sure she had to perform some sexual favor to get this bag. I cringe to think what she did and brace myself for her answer.
“It’s none of your business.” She turns away from me. I knew it.
Feeling bad now that I’m giving her such a hard time, I touch her shoulder. “What did you do, Honey?” I ask in a serious, we’re-no-longer-playing tone. Now that she’s starting to talk, I don’t want to ruin it with banter. She needs to know I can be a grown up too and I’ll listen to her.
She turns around, and there are tears in her eyes. The difference between the tears from last night and these is that these are genuine. She is truly embarrassed and disgusted with herself. “I had to give him a blowjob.” She waits for my reaction, which I don’t give her. The last thing I want to show her is disappointment or shock. “Are you happy now?”
“Now why would that make me happy? This is not the person you want to be. Why are you giving in to this madness?”
She sits on the bed.
“You’re better than this.” I reach for her hand. “You beat this before. Don’t let it take over your life before you can’t control it.”
“It already has.” She can no longer look at me and sits there with her head lowered. God, this poor girl. She’s letting this destroy her. Guilt is eating at her, and coke is the only way she knows how to deal with it.
“Answer me this: Do you want this?” I hold up the bag of coke.
“No,” she replies without any hesitation.
“Do you need this?”
