Page 52 of Session 25

She was right. I wouldn’t let her get arrested or locked up. I wanted to know where the nigga was that she was just with, but I didn’t need her cursing my ass out.

“Well, good looking. I appreciate it. The gun.”

“I have it,” she stated flatly. “You better call one of your homeboys or something because I’m leaving now that you’re free.” She unfolded her arms. “I’ll drop your gun off to the house one day this week.”

I wanted my gun now, but when she mentioned coming by the house, I was hype. If I could get her alone, I could get in her head and win my woman back.

“Sounds like a plan, get home safe, and for what it’s worth, I do apologize for the shit I pulled.”

“Do better, Marcel. Ya choices lately been wack as fuck.”

“Yea, you right but-” she held up her hand to stop me from talking.

“Save it.”

Igot Marcel out of jail, but that was it. All the conversing and him acting as if we were cool was where I drew the line. After the incident happened, I went up to my apartment with Roman in tow. He was going off about how Marcel needed to be taught a lesson and how I needed to be more careful. Over the night altogether, I didn’t feed into the banter. I told him I understood where he was coming from and that was it. Apparently, that was not it, and one wrong gesture started up a heated argument between the both of us.

All I said was Marcel was not like that. It was true. I had known this man for more than half of my life. Well, Roman felt like I was taking up for him and immediately accused me of spinning the block on Marcel. No matter how many times I told him that wasn’t true, he didn’t believe me. So, I told him to give me the gun and to leave.

Right now, I wasn’t in the headspace to argue with my fuck buddy. There was nothing more to our situation, so the arguing was stupid. We both knew what we were dealing with each other for, and that was bomb sex, an escape, and good company. The relationship woes could hold off. While Roman claimed he wanted more, he still wore that ring on his finger and answered every call and text from his wife. Yet, I never made it a thing, so I couldn’t understand why the hell he was so pressed to start shit with me.

My life was starting to look like “fuck love, have fun and get money.” I wasn’t mad at it either. I don’t know if anyone was worthy enough of me to settle down and commit to right now. I was over all the drama after victimizing myself and avoiding the truth. I flopped down on my sofa, scheduled a therapy session, and then read through the text from Roman.

Roman: I’m not trying to be that dude with you, Koi. You are special and yes, I’m still married and yes this is new, but we both know what we have. I shouldn’t have accused you of shit. I know what it is between us, but my protective and jealous side came out. I apologize and want to make it up to you if you let me.

I didn’t know what he had in mind for making it up to me, but he wasn’t gonna get an answer tonight. I closed the text thread, got up, and showered. Tomorrow was another day and my last day in my current position. My love life was a shit show, but my work life was thriving.

Session 15

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me again. You know after you’ve canceled sessions with me,” Rae said, a look of defeat layered across her face. With not as much as a peep. I locked the door to her office, turning on my heels and meeting her in the center of her office. As if the room had supersized, all I saw was Rae, standing in front of me, dressed in an olive green skirt set and a black top.

The blazer she wore was draped across her lounge chair. She stood quietly, unsure of what to do when I grabbed her arms, pulling her in closely before kissing her deeply.

For the past week, she was all I wanted. She was all I knew, and my lips brushing against hers was all I wanted.

The intimidation and awkwardness I felt the last time was long gone. My mouth watered at the thought of her succulent nipples in my mouth, and my pussy throbbed at the idea of my lips kissing her lips down below.

“Here? Now? Your session.” She asked, but I cut off her hesitation as my hand caressed her thick thighs, leading up to her underwear.

“I’m in control today. Allow me to show you what you’ve been missing.” I figured Rae would speak, but she stood quietly with a smirk on her face, turning me on more.

I backed her up to the desk in the corner of her office, hiking up her skirt, dropping to my knees, licking my lips.

“I want you to let go of all your thoughts and doubts. I need you. I’ve craved this.”

“Then the floor is yours, baby girl.”

I let out a deep sigh, bit my bottom lip, and lifted her leg. “I want to see all of you. That makes my pussy throb and my mouth water.”

“You sure?”

“Yea.” I tapped her thigh. “Remove the skirt and shirt and hurry. We are on limited time.”

Rae slipped out of her outfit once I unzipped her skirt in the back. This was something I had wanted for weeks. Without warning, I pushed her legs apart, kissing her pussy through her thong before sliding it to the side. “Not too much, I’m in charge,” I told her before licking her, using two of my fingers to part her lips before sucking on her clit softly.

“Shit, Koi. This, ohh…” Her words became lost in the sound of the rain machine that was playing in her office.

“Umm,” I moaned against her pussy. My fears of not satisfying her were long gone once she grabbed the back of my head, grinding against my face.