That night, I felt the need to get a few drinks. I had
just got promoted. A small turn up was needed. The bar down the
street always seemed to be packed on Friday, so I said, what the
hell. I threw on one of my summer dresses, some nice shoes,
pin my hair up, and walk down to have a drink. I got
there and it was a nice crowd. People were being social with one another,
laughing, having a good time. Just what I needed. It wasn't
two packed because it was still early, so I had no problem finding a
seat at the bar. Hey, what can I get for you? Hey?
Can I get a crowning coat? Please? Okay? Walk crown the
coat? Coming up? Are we celebrating anything to night? A long yet
satisfying last week. So if you add just a little more alcohol, I'll
add just a little more tip. Oh say no more? Here you go?
Thank you. God's damn, this is strong. I can you want
that tip? You don't be trying to get me drunk, so I can
give you out my money. You ain't slick? You need me to remake
it because I can't. Nah, I'm good, thank you? Oh shit.
Right as I was starting to relax, my ex walks in and spots
me almost instantly. I haven't seen this nigga since he cheated on me and
we broke up. That was two years ago. It was at that moment
that I realized I was truly over him. I felt nothing, no anger,
no resentment, nothing, almost like nothing had ever happened. So I
gave a slight smile in a little way, and he walked over. Am
what up, Jess? Long time? No? See how you being?
Hello, Dominic? I've been just fine. How are you? I'm better
now? Shit? Damn, it look really good. How am I supposed
to be? You've seen really shocked? No? No, no, not
at all. I'm just saying you look really good. Well, thank you,
Dominic. I'm on a fuck nigga free diet. It does really well
with my skin and natural glove, don't you think? Okay, I deserve
that. I got a question, though, who's up? When did you
get a sense of humor? Well? After you fuck a clown for so
long, some of that humor is bound to rub off on you. You
know. Damn girl, you're gonna kill me all night? Or can I
sit down and have a drink with you? You can sit down if you
want, I'm cool on a drink stuff. He sat next to me and
I noticed he had a ring on his finger. I almost choked. I
never thought this nigga would ever get married. I honestly thought he wanted to
be a player his whole life. This was a shock. So when did
that happen? When did what happened? Nigga? Don't play down with me?
When did you get married? Oh? Shit? That almost a year
ago? Wow? Wow? What? Nothing? Just nothing? Congrats?
Thanks? I think are you being funny? I wasn't trying to be funny.
I was being genuine. Congratulations, Dominique. Look, I'm sorry.
I never thought that I would be talking to youth of all people, about
me being married. It's cool, Trust, it's not easy for me either.
We don't have to talk about your little situation if you don't want to
from my little situation. Uh, you were fucking Betty. I'm just saying
crazy as Jessica. We started catching up and I lost track of time.
It was almost one am and we had been just sitting and talking shit like
we used to. He asked me if I was seeing anyone in My response
was it's none of your business. I mean, I'm as single as the
day is long. But he didn't need to know that. He seemed a
little jealous, and that made me feel good in a weird way. It
turned me on. I mean, this is a guy who at one point
gave me some of the most intense orgasms I ever felt. No matter what
he did to me, nothing can take that away. The truth is I
never stopped loving him, but I hated him for cheating on me. Does
he know how many niggas I didged trying to be a good girl, only
for him to be a hole when we were together. I kept my urges
to myself. I was afraid I was scaring him off. Niggas love a
freak, but not when she's freakier than him. If only I had shown
him my true self, we could have been fucking these women together. But
who am I kidding? He probably still would have cheated. Men are fucking
annoying. By my third drink, I realized I was in full flirt mode.
Fuck it, why not? I didn't miss him, but I did
miss the dick. I was horny, and I wanted to see if I
could get it one last time. At that point, I didn't really care
that he was married, and apparently neither did he. Niggas ain't shit,
but neither of mine. I reached for his dick and he didn't stop me.
Once I realized that it was all systems go? So what's up?
Hill? What's up? Look? Are you trying to fuck? Or what?
Girls stopped playing with me? Who's playing? I lifted my dress lightly,
took his hand and placed it on my pussy. Him playing with my
kidd He had my juices flowing all over his hand. I made him look
all of my sweetness off his fingers, and then I kissed them. I
didn't care who saw us, but I couldn't help myself. I always there
love the taste of me on his lips. Oh you were serious as fuck?
Are you trying to fuck? R? No? Bartender, Yo,
bartender? What's up? What another? No? I think we're done?
Boss? Can I close my tab and take her bill? Sure thing?
I take that as a yes? Nigga? What you think that's a hell?
Yes? I wanted you when I saw you. I know how you
get when you drink, so I was just letting a sauce kick in.
Nicga. Were you plotting on me? You ain't shit? Here you go,
bro, thank you all for coming out. Thank you sir. Here
you go, man, keep you changed. Thanks? Thanks you ready?
Yeah, but where we're going I live close. We can go back to
my place. Bet answer your phone before you get in trouble, sir.
I ain't trying to mess up your little situation. My situation. You got
jokes tonight, I see. Don't try and act up like we can't do
this. I understand. We can call it a night. Nah, I've
been thinking about this. Ain't you too much to not go through with it?
Oh? So you've been thinking about me? Low key? Yeah?
M interesting. What you're not doing? My building is right over here?
Oh shit, who's clothes? I go to that bar all the time.
Move over here? You're asking too much, chill. I don't need you
stopping me. He grabbed my asses at the elevator doors closed. He rubbed
me just like it used to slow, full of passion and with aggression.
He started kissing in biting on my neck while chucking me. But as much
as I enjoyed it, I wanted to be in control, so I stopped
him. I pulled the emergency stop button and caught him off guard. But
I didn't give a Damn, wait what you're doing. Get on your knees.
You were crazy, You know that right? Just do what I say.
I am now what you know what to do? Stop asking questions.
Damn when'd you get this aggressive? You're talking too much. You must not.
He lifted my leg up and went to town. I almost started to
scream because it felt so good. It had been entirely too long. He
was a protest and I wanted to enjoy every bit of it. I eventually
came, and I could tell that he knew because he started grinting. He
then stood up and took his dick out. It's been so long since I
had seen it, I forgot how blessed this man was. He pulled out
a condom, turned me around, and slid inside of me. It was
fast and intense, but fucking amazing. He knew my body, He knew
exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. He went straight to my
spot. He went fast and slow, and a couple of minutes later he
was done. I came and he followed right behind me. Once we were
situated, I released the emergency stop button and the elevator proceeded to my floor.
We looked at each other and just laughed. I'm sure he was laughing
because of how crazy this evening played out. But what I thought was funny
was how I felt absolutely nothing. I didn't regret it, and I didn't
feel bad for his wife. It was just a nut. The elevator made
it to my floor, I got off, and he began to follow behind
me. But when he tried to get off, I pushed his ass back
on the elevator. WHOA, what's going on? What are you doing?
We've had our fun sir? Good night? Na. No, No,
that was more like an advertising I got so much more for you while you
playing. Na, I'm cold. Go home to your wife dom Damn.
It's like that boy, go home before you get on punishment. She doesn't
call you about fifty eleven talms. Oh that's how you planning, you,
cold bloody man, Cold bloody You'll be fine. Damn good night. Something
about seeing the look of disappointment on his spaces the elevator closed made me so
happy. He looks so upset, and I gave zero fucks. A part
of me was happy because I finally knew that chapter was over in my life.
No more what ifs, No more one in, one last time.
It was finally fucking over. I waited a little while longer than walked back
to my building. Couldn't let his ass know where I stayed. That nub
was well needed. God really does be looking out for me.