“Hush, Kareem. I’m gonna suck your dick, daddy, just like I promised.”
“That’s a good girl,” I encouraged as I pulled into traffic.
She popped up with a smirk. “I didn’t say I would let you cum, though.”
Her mouth wrapped around my dick again, and I groaned as I contemplated whether or not I should let her continue if she wasn’t about to let a nigga cum. I decided to let her rock. Her little ass didn’t know two could play that game. I couldn’t wait to get her back to her house. I just prayed we made it there in one piece as I used one of my hands to guide her head down the length of my dick.
chapter 9
ARIELLE
With aching feet, I trudged toward the employee break room. A yawn tried to claw its way out of my throat, but I held it back. My eyes watered instead, so when I made it inside the break room, one of my colleagues asked, “You good, girl?” She was the only one sitting in there and looked to be halfway through a Caesar salad when I walked in.
I nodded at her and mumbled, “All good.”
That was the truth. I was all good simply because I was used to working long ass hours. The issue was that I had taken several days off to move and get my apartment situated, so my body was all out of whack. Same thing had happened when I came back from vacation. It would take a solid week for me to get back into the groove of things.
As I plopped down into a hard plastic chair, I contemplated if I should change my schedule. I was so used to working overtime, but there really was no need anymore. My mind wandered to Kareem. We’d spent every day together since I moved in, only taking short breaks when he had to work. I hadn’t even seen Mariah or Sloane or my parents. I’d barely spoken to them because I was so caught up in Kareem.
My eyelids fluttered from exhaustion just as my stomach grumbled. I groaned. In my haste to get out of the apartment this morning because I was running late, I forgot to pack a lunch. I pulled my phone out of my light blue scrubs and scrolled through some quick options of food I could get. I would just go down to the cafeteria, but I didn’t really want a sandwich, and the hot food was really hit or miss.
With my head propped up in my hand, I frowned at all the options. I was too tired to make a decision.
The break room door banged open. “Nichols, there’s some dude at the front desk causing a scene.”
I glanced at her, unamused. “Okay . . . what’s that have to do with me?”
We worked in a hospital. People caused scenes all the time. I worked in the trauma center where tragedy happened every day. I didn’t understand why Tiffany brought her wide ass in here to give me that information.
“Girl, he’s causing a scene aboutyou.”
My eyes widened. Why didn’t she say that in the first place?
“Me? Who is he?” I asked as I stood up with my brows pulled in.
“Hell if I know. I just thought you should know. I think Flanagan is about to call security on him.”
With furrowed brows, I walked toward the break room door. My heart thudded in anticipation because I had the slightest inkling about who was crazy enough to cause a scene about me.
I rushed down the long hall and took a left before I heard his voice. When I laid eyes on him, he was behind the triage desk, hitting the computer.
“Sir, I told you already the employee schedules aren’t in there. These are confidential patient records?—”
“This piece of shit don’t work no way.” He rounded on Flanagan, the shift supervisor with a balding head and a short stature. “Nichols. Arielle Nichols. Where is she? I already asked you nicely, and you wanted to act stupid.”
“I . . . I didn’t. I s-said I could page h-her, b-b-but if she’s in surgery, s-she wouldn’t be available,” Flanagan explained.
Kareem slammed his hand on the desk. “Mermaid always gon’ be available to me. Find. Her.”
His words were clipped, and a vein popped out of his neck. Feeling sick to my stomach, I quickly rushed over to him and stepped in.
“Kareem, what are you doing?” I hissed. I grabbed him by his ear and pulled him from around the desk. My mind barely registered the fact that he snatched a dozen roses and a bag up from the counter before he allowed me to pull him away. When we ducked off to a corner down a long hall that ended with a wide window and two chairs, I let him go. I put my hands on my hips and looked up at him. “Well?”
“Hey, mama.” He grinned happily and tried to lean down to kiss me.
I pushed his face away and mugged him. “Kareem, seriously. What was that?”
“What?” he asked, genuinely confused.
