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The screen went blank, and Keondra and I stared at one another. “That was weird as fuck, baby,” I said.
“I know. Weird as fuck.”
FOURTEEN
KEONDRA
Iwasn’t sure what the fuck was up with Dr. King, but I was a little irritated about the way she logged off on us. She said she had an emergency, and I was truly hoping that everything was okay. It just seemed weird how she got off right after seeing Joel’s face. I was hoping that I was putting too much on it and was overreacting, but I saw the same confusion on Joel’s face also.
We sat there silently, trying to figure out what was going on with her. After a few minutes, I decided to go to the kitchen and fix something to eat. However, I was quickly reminded of how that bitch’s teeth fucked up my hand. “I got it, Mayweather.”
I gave Joel the side-eye. “Shut up, fool!”
He laughed then fixed some chicken fettucine Alfredo for me. As he did, I received a text message. It was from Dr. King. Can we reschedule for four? I think we got issues situated.
I responded. Yes, ma’am.
“Doctor King rescheduled us for four o’clock.”
Joel nodded. I could see his wheels spinning from where I stood. Something was on his mind, so I asked, “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
I knew he was everything but cool. His mind was racing about something that he clearly didn’t want to share. I wouldn’t push though. I found myself being somewhat submissive with him, even though I talked big shit. It was like whatever he said was law, and I found myself seeking his permission or approval. That shit was weird as hell, and I didn’t know how I naturally did that. It was like the gangsta in him humbled my ass every time.
We only had about thirty minutes before Dr. King was ready to get back on Zoom, so I didn’t waste any time eating my food. “Damn, girl. You was hungry?”
“Leave me alone. I worked up an appetite, fucking yo’ bitch up.”
“Shiiiid, that bitch ain’t mine.”
“Clearly, she thinks she is. Hopefully, today taught her ass a lesson. I back up the shit I talk. I don’t know what the fuck she thought. She was eyeballing my man but had the nerve to be offended when I called her out on it.”
Joel had a smirk on his lips as I continued to go on and on about that ho. When I finally stopped, he looked at me and asked, “You finished?”
I shot him the finger. “Oh, you can do that shit all night long. You gotta get on this pole first though. I might nut just from watching you twirl around that shit as much as I been fantasizing about it.”
I slowly shook my head, and he reached over and started tickling me. I was screaming, trying to get away from his ass. He laughed as I tried to catch my breath when he finally released me. I was panting like I’d been in a fight all over again. I was extremely ticklish.
After finishing my food, I put my bowl in the sink then joined him back on the couch to get ready for our session. I was somewhat nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. The butterflies were flapping around in my stomach, making me feel sick. My gut didn’t lie to me, and it felt like some foul shit had happened in the doctor’s past in Houston, and Joel reminded her of it, or some foul shit was about to happen that would test our strength and ability to overcome it.
I took a deep breath and logged in to see she was already on. When my face came through, she smiled. “I’m so sorry about earlier. Is Joshua still with you?”
I frowned. The fuck? “Umm… his name is Joel.”
“I-I’m, oh God. I’m s-sorry.”
She was nervous as fuck. I glanced at Joel, and he had a deep frown on his face. He grabbed the laptop from me and stared at the screen. “Tell me what’s up with you. How do you know Joshua?”
She looked scared as hell. She shook her head rapidly. “I don’t. I just thought your name was Joshua. I-I’m sorry, Mister Knight.”
“Quit fucking lying to me. I will hop on a plane to Florida and be sitting at your door before you can wake up. Now quit fucking with me.”
She cleared her throat as I looked on. She looked away from the screen. Her face was red as hell since she was a fair complexioned black woman. After taking a couple of deep breaths, she looked back at the camera and said, “Joel, I’m your mother.”
My lips parted, and Joel looked like he stopped breathing for a moment. His facial expression hardened, and he dropped the laptop to the floor. “Joel! Where are you going?”
He turned to me and said, “Out.”
