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I smile. “Just finished having drinks with Jasmine,” I say, glancing at the time. It’s a little before eight o’clock. “I’m on my way home now.”
I’d met Jasmine at Mr. Chow in Tribeca for drinks and appetizers. And instead of following my first mind and driving here or calling a car service, I decided to take a taxi since our penthouse isn’t that far from here.
I throw my hand up and wave for an oncoming taxi. It speeds by. I roll my eyes.
“Oh, aiight.” He tells me he’s thinking about heading down to the studio for a few hours after the radio show tonight to check on one of the new artists recently signed to the label. “You aiight with that?”
“Well, umm,” I say saucily. “I was hoping to get a lil’ taste before bedtime.”
“Oh, word?” he lowers his voice. “What you tryna get a taste of?”
I wave at another oncoming taxi and it slows down, pulling to the curb. “I want a taste of that thick chocolate.”
“Oh, word? You want some of daddy’s chocolate?”
“Mmmmmhmmm,” I purr. “You know my pussy loves daddy’s thick chocolate.”
I can practically feel him grinning through the phone. “Damn, you getting my shit hard. You know I love it when you call me daddy.”
“I know you do,” I coo, opening the door, then ducking into the cab. I give the driver my address, swinging the door shut. I sit back in my seat as he starts forward.
“But I’m sayin’…as bad as I’d love to slide home ‘n’ give my baby a round of dick, I really need to get down to the studio for at least an hour or two. But I got you when I get home. Aiight, baby?”
I smile. “I’ll be sure to leave my panties off,” I whisper, eyeing the driver as he watches me through his rearview mirror. For a second, I think I see him smiling, before he averts his stare.
“Nah, keep them shit’s on, baby. I wanna pull ’em to the side.’
I moan low in my throat. “Mmm. I love the sound of that.”
I get so caught up in my phone conversation, which quickly turns into three minutes of heated phone sex, with Marcel that I am not even aware that we’ve arrived in front of my building until the cab driver prompts me.
“Ma’am? We’re here.”
“Listen, baby, Nina just gave me the signal. We’re about to go on the air.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, digging into my purse for the fare, then leaning forward. I hand the driver a twenty. “I’m in front of the building now. Thank you,” I murmur to the driver before opening the door and stepping out into the evening air. “Can’t wait to listen.”
“Cool, cool. I’ll hit you up on my break. Love you, baby.”
“Mmm. Love you, too.” I end the call, swinging the cab door shut and dropping my phone into my purse, then hurrying toward my apartment building.
“Hey, mami, I’ve been waiting for you. Long time no see.”
I whip my head around. Ohmygod! “Bitch, are you crazy? What the hell are you doing here?” I reach into my purse. “I’m calling the police and telling them you’re stalking me.”
She yanks my bag. “Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“What the hell is—?”
I don’t get the rest of my words out. Marisol-Ramona-Alexandria reaches in her jacket and flashes a gun. My heart lurches as she aims the barrel at me.
I open my mouth to scream, but she slowly shakes her head, cocking the gun back. “Yell, scream, or say the wrong thing, bitch, and I’ll shoot you in your face.”
My eyes widen.
“I promise you. Tonight, I’ll show you crazy, mami. Try me if you dare. I will put a hole in your head, then in your chest. Then drag you over behind the dumpster and wait for the rats to eat your skin off.” Her eyes are unblinking when she says this. Snatches of our sexual encounter come into full view in my mind’s eye. Followed by glimpses of the harassing phone calls. Showing up at my hotel room in Atlantic City. Popping up at the restaurant. Coming to my workplace. The threats. The obsession.
I blink. And then realization sets in. That everything that has been happening over the last several weeks with this bitch was leading up to this very moment.
