Ignoring me, Ezekiel began to massage my shoulders, causing me to relax a little when all I wanted to do was fight it.
“Does this make you feel better?” He pressed deeper into my skin. “Or do you need my tongue to massage something else to make you go back out there and kill your lines?”
I gave in.
Anything that had to do with his tongue being inside me would always make me surrender.
Ezekiel came around to stand in front of me. “We got a job to do,Ife. Let yourhusbandmake that tension disappear.” His voice was low as he got back in character.
“O-ok-kay.” The word came out choppy from the anticipation he had building between my legs.
He moved my lace underwear out of his way and slid his finger inside me.
Wait, nigga. That ain’t yo’ tongue.
I cringed because I didn’t want no germ covered finger anywhere near my coochie.
I moved back, hoping he’d get the hint that I wasn’t a finger-fuckin’ type of bitch. Tongue and dick were all I craved. Ezekiel should’ve known this; we’d been fucking around long enough for him to know that.
“What you doing? Don’t you want me to taste it?”
“Yes, taste it. Not finger bang it,” was my response.
He laughed and lowered himself between my legs. Just as he lifted the silk gown, there was a loud bang on the door.
“Shit,” I cursed, mad as fuck at the interruption.
BANG! BANG!
I adjusted my gown, angrily stormed toward the door, and flung it open.
Wynn. This bitch.
“Girl, what do you want?”
She looked past me and into the room.
“Hello…” I waved my hand in front of her face. “I said, what do you want?”
“Randy is ready for y’all.” She faked a smile and rushed off.
“That lil’ bitch got one more time… one more time, and I’ma tear that ass up. She’s always coming over here with that fake shit,” I mumbled, irritated as hell.
I slammed the door closed and looked at Ezekiel, who was standing there looking at me with his hands inside his pockets.
“What?”
“You need to calm down. All that shit you got going on is making yo’ ass all uptight and shit. Saje, chill the fuck out.”
I extended my middle finger to him.
“Do that shit again, and I’ma make you fuck yourself with your own middle finger. Let’s go.” He roughly grabbed my wrist, guided me out the door, and led the way back toward one of the studios where we were filming our scene.
Saje, get it together. Don’t let the outside bullshit affect your work. Get back in that studio and show them why you’re the top soap actress in the nation.
I slowly turned onto our circular driveway and instantly regretted coming straight home after work. Reason’s mother’s old school luxury car was parked in my spot. She knew that would piss me off. Whenever we did have any interaction, she went out of her way to get under my skin.
This woman had hated my guts since she first laid eyes on me, and I still didn’t know why ’til this day. She stayed out of my way, and I stayed out of hers, but hearing her name or seeing her face still managed to make my stomach turn.
