“Hello?” I ask, clearing my throat and pushing his head away. I am so glad I got this phone call to interrupt whatever it was I was just doing.
Not even I knew what the hell was going on. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. What the hell we were doing.
“Hello, is this Delana Moore?”
“Yes this is she. May I ask who is calling?” I say, scooting away from Laurent and putting on my professional voice.
“I’m Jessica Louis, a scout with Diamond Dresses, I got your number from Destiny Woods and she recommended you as a model for our 2016 dress catalogue.” A wide smile spreads across my face. Thank God for Miss Destiny. “We at Diamond Dresses were wondering if you were interested in the job.”
“Yes.” I say eagerly, all professionalism going out of the window. I hop up and do a little dance. “I am very interested Ms. Louis.”
“Great. I shall email you all details. If you have any further questions, you could just call or email me.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much.”
“No problem dear.” Ms. Louis chuckles. “Alright, bye bye now.”
“Bye.” And with that, the phone call was over.
“What happened?” Laurent asks from his position on the couch, but I didn’t move. For a second, I was stuck and everything just resonated in me. I was finally moving up in the world and I was going to become a model.
“Oh my God!” I squeal, jumping around. “I’m a model, Laurent! I’m a model!” I squeal, jumping on the couch next to him. “Oh my God, Laurent!” I say, draping myself across his lap. “My dreams are coming true!”
“I told you.” Laurent simply says, his hand going into my hair. “Congrats.”
“Thank you.” I say sweetly, looking up at him. He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. He moves back, but my hand on his face stops him and I move upward, keeping our lips together.
This is what I was talking about before. When I said I didn’t know what I was doing. This is what I don’t know. Like… I don’t know how it happened. One minute we’re chilling, sitting on his couch in his apartment the next we’re kissing and… I like it.
I don’t like him, I like the kissing. That’s what I like. It has nothing to do with him or anything. We’re just… being weird. We just have sexual tension and that’s fucking us up and shit.
He pulls away, biting down on my bottom lip and taking it with him, making me moan a bit. Fuck, this wasn’t good. I mean, it was so good, it felt so good, but oh my God. This needed to stop. My head was getting cloudy, my panties were getting a little wet (I cannot tell a lie, this nigga was… wow.)
“I love it when you moan.” He mutters, his voice making me shiver.
“O-okay.” I stutter, pulling away. “I uh, think we should do something else.” I say, sitting up and scooting away from him. This cannot happen. Not with him. Not with anyone. Not now. I had to focus on modeling.
“Why? You like it no?” He asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“That doesn’t matter.” That was code for yes. “I don’t kiss guys I’m not in a relationship with, so unless we’re now in a relationship, we can’t do anything more.” That’s gonna stop him. He wouldn’t just sit there and be like, ‘oh okay, we’re in a relationship now so I can kiss you.’ Who would do that? Really?
He better not say that shit.
He sighs and lets me go, shrugging. “Okay.” He simply says, making me sigh in relief. I really didn’t want things to go too far. We have to keep a level of professionalism between us because despite our… friendship? I still work for Miss Destiny and so does he. So we’re co workers. And it’s never smart to go out with your co worker.
But him not saying he wants to be with me means… he didn’t wanna be with me. Which means if I wouldn’t have said anything, he would’ve just fucked me and left me. Which is trash, because if he would’ve just left me, I would’ve been mad as fuck. Like, don’t just make me like you and then dump me after you’ve fucked. Stay with me. Say you like me or love me or something. Make me feel special.
But then… just lying to me would make things worse.
“I should go.” I mutter, grabbing my phone and getting up.
“Bye.” I say, quickly walking to the door and leaving.
Maybe I was the one with a secret crush.
His hand slides up my back and to my curls, pulling tightly when he had a handful and pulling my head back. I had to bite my lip in order not to moan too loud, but it didn’t work when he started kissing the sweet spot on my neck.
He knew what I loved. It was as if he had seen right through me because he had been doing this ever since our sweet kisses turned into something heavier.
I couldn’t help it and I know I promised myself that things wouldn’t get to serious unless we were officially going out. But one, he has a way of looking at me that just kills me (i always wonder how many girls he gives this look to, but… whatever) two, he can do magical things with his tongue. Now, we aren’t going to ask how I know, but I feel as if we all understand how I know.
That’s as far as we’ve gotten. I wanted to return the favor, but I’m not really good at it plus he refused after my failed attempts, so we were chilling.
But, uhm, right now he was kissing my neck in the sweetest of ways and I couldn’t stop moaning. It made it worse that I was supposed to be on my break right now, yet here I was, in the corner of Miss Destiny’s division of the building, wrapped around Laurent like some type of scarf.
Except I wasn’t around his neck or nothing. But God my legs being wrapped around his face sounds nice.
Sometimes, he makes me feel like some type of hoe. Because like, he has me doing things that I’ve only done with a man I’ve been with for at least six months.
Well, back to our ‘meeting’ in this closet. We’re making out and his hand slides up my shirt, ready to grab himself a handful but… his phone starts ringing. He knows how much I hate it when his phone goes off when he’s with me, like I’m his girlfriend or something. I’m not, and I know I’m not, but honestly, I might as well be. I have set very strict guidelines for him since we’re continuing this little affair.
He can’t entertain anyone besides me. There aren’t any girls until we stop and that’s how it’s gonna be. In turn, with me there aren’t any other guys until we’re done as well (not like I had any in the first place. Laurent is the first guy to show interest in me for a very long time) and I have no problems with being faithful. He doesn’t either it seems.
But I hated it when his phone went off because he always checks it. I should be the center of attention, so I don’t know why he doesn’t just mute it. How can you just stop in the middle of everything and just check a phone. That’s ruining the whole ass mood.
He pulls away from me, pecking my lips right when I let out a huff. I’m bout to walk the fuck out this closet and leave his ass. “Sorry bébé.” He mutters, making me roll my eyes and he answers the phone. “Yes?”
I lean back into the wall, huffing again. He always does this and it’s so irritating. Like I’m a needy bitch, I need attention. I need kisses and pecks, all of that. I needed it all and it was a fucking mess because I wasn’t supposed to get involved with either of these twins. I was supposed to leave them alone and not get wrapped up in them and here I am, having a… fling with this twin. Catching feelings and shit.
He glances at me as he continues the conversation (in french which is irritating cuz i don’t speak a lick of french so i can’t eavesdrop), quickly looking away when our eyes meet. That was kinda sketch cuz he always looked into my eyes on some weirdo shit. Then he’d laugh when I looked away because things were getting awkward and I looked away.
He better not have a girlfriend back in france or some shit, cuz I will hurt his ass. He knows this.
“I’ll talk to you later Michelle.” He suddenly says in english. “I’m in the middle of something right now.” He pauses and rolls his eyes. “No. I gotta- Michelle-”
“It’s okay.” I say, waving him off. “We’re done here, so you can go ahead and speak.” I say, fixing my hair and leaving the closet. What we’re doing is trashy anyway and unprofessional. I wasn’t supposed to be fucking coworkers. I look around, thankful that we picked the closet in the hallway no one went down cuz it would look sketch if I stepped out of a closet.
Actually… it doesn’t just look sketch, it is sketch.
I walk down the hall, cursing the feeling of jealousy rising in me. I didn’t know who Michelle was, but I was pretty sure he didn’t have a sister named Michelle when he was telling me about his family. It could be a cousin or something, but I honestly don’t know. And I’m getting a little emotional.
I had no time to play games with him though, so of course imma feel some time of way. I wasn’t tryna waste my time.
Even though… in a way I am because… neither of us said anything about a relationship.
I’m a mess. Here I am, falling for a nigga who probably got five side chicks.
I’m fucking dumb as hell.
Ignore it girl. He ain’t no good. Leave his ass alone-
Then I realized he had long legs and if he took several quick steps, he could catch up to me. And thats what he did.
“Delana, don’t be jealous, baby.” He says, a sweet and genuine smile. He was trying to make me feel secure but I didn’t. How could you with someone like Laurent? He’s notorious for having hoes.
“I’m not jealous.” I lie, crossing my arms and turning my head away. “Who’s Michelle?” I ask, my poker face breaking. I was jealous.
He blinks. “Michelle is…” He trails off, probably thinking of a way to sugarcoat his words.
“Is?” I ask impatiently. I didn’t have time for him to think of a lie or to sugarcoat nothing. If she was his girl or someone he’s been talking to I need to know right now so whatever the fuck we got can be through.
“Michelle is the co owner of something very important to me.”
“Co owner?” So what, they got a house together or something? A car? What the fuck was this nigga talking about? Why is he talking in riddles? “Laurent, I have no fucking time-”
“She the co owner of my son, Delana.”
I blink. Half of me wanted to to cuss him out and the other half wanted to just walk away. “You couldn’t have just said baby momma?” I simply ask, my voice emotionless. Or at least, I hope it was. I hope it didn’t sound like I was hurt. Because I wasn’t.
That was tough guy Nova talking, I’m super hurt. Why didn't he tell me earlier?
“Because I don’t care for her like that.” He shrugs, making me raise an eyebrow.
The lie detector determined…. That was a lie.
“Plus, co owner sound professional.”
“It sounds like you think of your son as a possession and not a person.”
He blinks, comprehending my words slowly. “You right.”
“Next time… just say she’s your baby’s mother and leave it at that.” I inhale deeply, hoping the air would cool me down. I was hot, hot as in mad. And not even really just mad, I just… I wish he would’ve told me sooner.
I look at him, the two of us making eye contact and I pray he couldn’t see my emotions. “You should’ve fucking told me sooner.” I say softly.
“I sorry baby.” He says, taking a step forward, but I take one back, moving out of the way. I wasn’t in the mood.
“It’s whatever.” I say. “I’ll see you later. My break is over.”
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