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Two minutes later, Alise is buzzing in again, “Mister Kennedy. I have that same woman on the line. I know it’s none of my business, and I’m probably out of line for saying this, but she sounds like she’s really cuckoo-crazy. She said get back on the phone or you’re going to be sorry you didn’t.”
I clench my fist, then storm over to my desk. “I got this.” I snatch up the phone. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Don’t fuck with me, MarSell. I’m sick of motherfuckers like you thinking you can come into my life and fuck me over.”
I scowl. “Do you hear ya’self, right now, yo? I mean. Do you really fuckin’ believe what the fuck is comi
ng outta ya face at this very moment, huh? How have I fucked you over, huh?”
“You’re dismissing me like I’m last night’s trash.”
“I’m dismissing you, yo, because I’m not beat for you. All you were is a one-night stand. One that I’m starting to fuckin’ regret ever happened.”
“No, no,” she quickly says, changing her hostile tone. “Don’t say that. I’m sorry. Do you really want me to leave you alone?”
I huff, tension coiling around my neck like a fuckin’ rope. “What the fu—” I catch myself from spazzin’ the fuck out. I take a deep breath. “Look. Whatever it is you think you feel for me ain’t real. And if love is what you’re looking for, I can’t give it to you.”
“But we could be so good together, baby.”
“Stop acting desperate, aiight. We fucked. That’s it. Now move the fuck along.”
“Fine, MarSell. If that’s how you want it to be, then…”
I shake my head. “Yo, name ya price and let’s be done with this shit.”
“I don’t want your money. I want you. But since you’re forcing me to leave you alone, I want a little something to get back on my feet. Give me fifty grand.”
Fifty grand? That’s it? This ho got some lil’-ass feet. “Done. Give me ya bank information and I’ll have it transferred to you right now, but first ya ass gonna sign a confidentiality agreement. Then I want you outta my fuckin’ life. Got it?”
Silence.
“Yo, you hear me?”
“Yes. I fucking heard you. I don’t want it transferred. I want you to bring it to me. Personal check is fine.”
I glance at the time. It’s a quarter to eleven in the morning. Something tells me to have the shit couried to her, but ignore the voice in my head. I just want this broad gone.
“Aiight, meet me at Fifty-Ninth and Columbus. Two o’clock. Sharp.”
I hang up.
THIRTY-FIVE
Marika
After a deliciously decadent weekend lounging in the house naked, I am at my desk still basking in the afterglow of scandalous fucking when Shayla buzzes through. “Missus Kennedy, your eleven o’clock is downstairs at the security desk. They won’t let her up because her name isn’t on the list.”
“What eleven o’clock?” I ask, puzzled. “I don’t believe I have anything scheduled for today.”
I reach for the portable mouse on my desk and wait for my PC to power up. I click into my calendar on my desktop, as well as check the calendar on my iPad. “Are you sure? I don’t see any appointments scheduled for today. There must be some mistake.”
“I thought so,” she says. “I checked my calendar as well and didn’t see anything scheduled. She wouldn’t speak with me on the phone so I went downstairs and told her that I’d be more than happy to take her name and number and have you call her back. Needless to say, she did not seem happy to see me and wasn’t trying to hear anything I had to say. She insisted on seeing you, today.”
I sigh, glancing at the time. It’s a quarter to eleven. “Did she give you her name?”
“Yeah. Alexandria Maples.”
I purse my lips. “Alexandria Maples? Hmm. Name doesn’t ring a bell. Did she say where she’s from?”
