Cold Piece of Work: The Erotic Adventures of A Single Woman

by Niki Jilvontae

  Chapter 4 After All Is Said and Done…

  The next morning, I woke up early for work feeling refreshed, but horny as hell. The steamy hot dream I had with the mystery man still played in my mind as I yawned and tried to snap out of my lust-filled haze. I could feel my pussy get wet as I thought about his touch and heard his voice ring in my ears. For a second it was like I was trapped in my dream, but I was wide awake as I ran my left hand down my body until I hit my moist center. I closed my eyes and imagined it was his lips on my nipple as I flicked it with my finger tips and then rubbed it between my fingers until it got hard. The first two fingers of my right hand seemed to have a mind of their own as they slipped inside my wetness and I dug deep until I touched my g-spot. I could feel my body quiver as I thrust my fingers in and out of my wetness while I played with my nipple and the mystery man in my mind seduced me.

  “Damn Yass, you feel so good. You’re so warm and tight. We fit together like a glove, just like it should be. This has to be the softest place on earth and this is where I want to stay forever. I love you Yasmine, all of you and no one can love you like me. Give me all of you. Come on baby. Give it to me.” I could hear him say in my mind as I grinded my hips and thrust my fingers inside of my honeypot faster until my body jerked like I was about to have a seizure.

  When my full body spasms subsided, I laid in a puddle of my juices with my eyes closed tightly as I tried to envision the mystery man’s face. I couldn’t see his face for the life of me, but his essence remained imprinted in my soul as I got up to face my day.

  After I took a shower, got dressed, and washed my sheets, I sat down at my island to eat breakfast. I turned my phone back on as I munched my fruit salad and found I had 48 missed calls. I looked at the number as I tried to figure out whose number it was when it dawned on me that all of them had to be from Wayne.

  I went through my text messages and searched for a conversation from me and Wayne since I had deleted his number from my phone and didn’t know it by heart. I quickly found our thread and jotted down the number before I went back to my call log. I damn near choked on a grape when my suspicion was confirmed and I saw that it was indeed Wayne’s number. I quickly got up out of my seat vexed, as I grabbed my things and clicked the voicemail icon on my way out of the door. I listened to message after message from Wayne as I walked to my car and got in to head to work.

  “Yass I love you. Please let’s figure out a way to work this out.” Wayne yelled on messages one through 26 before his messages began to change.

  “Yass this can’t be the end. I won’t let you stop what we have like that. For no reason? Hell NO. I won’t let you go. Fuck whoever that nigga is you fucking with now because what we have undeniable girl. Why the fuck you just can’t love me like I love you? You did for a second though. For a moment in time I saw love in your eyes and not just a freaky, broken woman trying to get a nut. Mmm. I’m sorry I said that Yass, but baby you hurting me. Why do this? My niggas said let you go but I can’t. Got dammit I won’t let you go Yass.” Wayne said on message 38 and I knew he had lost his damn mind.

  I sped towards Emerson as I continued to listen to Wayne’s messages and got angrier by the minute. I couldn’t understand why his weak, obsessed, bitch made ass couldn’t just move the fuck on like men did so well. I almost felt like telling that nigga I was pregnant because I knew for sure that would run his ass off. I laughed that thought off as drove closer to Emerson and the messages continued to play up until the last one. When I got to that last message I finally came to the conclusion that Wayne was bipolar because I had listened to him go through about three to six different emotions over the course of 48 messages.

  “Yasmine. I see what we had can never be again. I don’t know what the fuck you want from me. I’m good enough to fuck, but not to be your man or something? It’s fucked up the way you deal with a man. A real man may I add, who would have given you the world. You fucked up though girl. You fucked up. I guess I have to let you go.” Wayne said as the messages finally ended and I pulled up into the parking lot.

  I sat in my car for a minute after I put down my phone and looked at some of my co-workers walk into the building. My heart suddenly began to race while my hands shook and I wondered where my anxiety could have come from. I looked up to the window on the fifteenth floor of the building and suddenly that anxiety grew as I thought about what Wayne could have done to sabotage me. Those damn calls and every other creepy thing he had done told me that Wayne could do erratic shit. That was enough to put me on edge as I imagined Wayne spreading his lies and an angry pack of hyenas ready to pounce as soon as I walked in the office. When I got out of the car, the nice breeze caressed my cheek and almost made me feel optimistic that everything would be okay. It did make me shake off that anxiety though and say fuck whatever the haters in the office had to say. However, there was still something in the pit of my stomach that told me nothing was okay.

  I walked into the lobby of Emerson confident and dazzling as ever in my all white Anne Sue drop back dress with white princess cut blazer to match as a couple of people from my floor spoke. I spoke back quickly before I rushed on to the elevator, anxious to get upstairs to talk to Wayne. I figured I would try to reason with his crazy ass just long enough to grab another case but with another division. I went over what I would say in my mind as the elevator slowly took me up to the floor while the worst elevator music ever played in my ears.

  By the time the elevator doors opened I felt like I had my shit together and I was ready to get Wayne to see things my way. I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall towards Wayne’s office with the same confidence and sex appeal I had when I entered the building. I could hear a few snickers and giggles all around me as I walked past Emily, Tameka, Dana, and a few more office maggots. I didn’t even turn around to see what they’re jealous asses said as I continued to Wayne’s office, ready to get the whole fucked up situation over with. Before I could even knock on the door Wayne opened it on cue and stood there with a pained, yet amused expression on his face.

  “Wayne we need to talk.” I said as I walked past him into his office and he continued to stand by the door.

  Wayne stood there for a second and glanced out into the hall as he made hand motions to his office groupies. I could tell right then that I was the topic of office conversation, but that bullshit didn’t matter to me. I was used to bitches and their envy, but what I wasn’t used to was obsessed, bitch made niggas who talked behind your back like a girl. That was just something I couldn’t understand, which is why I had to get my point across to Wayne and be done with the bullshit. I waited until he closed the door and turned to stare at me before I began the speech I had prepared in my mind.

  “Look Wayne, I know it’s difficult for you to understand but we can’t keep going through this. You can’t just drop by my house, you can’t call me 100 times, or leave 48 messages on my voicemail. What we had is over and obviously that’s for the best. We need to just concentrate on our work and having a professional relationship. It’s ok if you don’t want to be friends, but we have to be able to get along with boundaries. You’ve crossed the boundaries one too many times, so please respect my wishes and let’s move past this.” I said to Wayne as he stood at the door with his back to it and arms folded as he rolled his eyes.

  I watched him suck his teeth before he sighed and slowly stepped closer to me. I didn’t know what the psycho would do as he gave me an eerie smile before he sat down on top of his desk in front of me.

  “No, you look Yass. I get what you saying. I get that you were just a hot, cock thot who wanted a nigga to fuck you like a porn star and take you out, but nothing else. I understand that you led me to believe that there could possibly be a chance for our relationship in the future, when you knew that would never happen. I know that females like you are never satisfied with a nigga no matter what he does, ‘cause it something missing inside. That don’t change the fact that you ain’t shit and that females lik
e you come up missing every day from playing with a man heart. I do know all that Yasmine. Lucky for you I’m not that kind of dude. Yeah, I lost my fucking mind for a minute because I didn’t understand what was going on and why when shit was going good you had to spoil it. Now I know it’s because you’re so broken a man can never repair you. You’re gonna keep sabotaging your chances at love until you’re left old and alone. Every man ain’t Alvin, but you just can’t see that. Oh well though. I ain’t about to sit around and try to teach you how to love, so I’m letting you go.” Wayne said with sincere eyes but a smirk on his lips like what he had said even mattered.

  Half of that bullshit he said, I heard, but the other half I blocked out. Just being with Wayne for that short time and seeing how he acted when he didn’t get what he wanted put me back into the mind frame I was in after my divorce blew up. Wayne didn’t know it, but what he said really didn’t mean shit to me because I was trapped in that space between where I either cared too much or really didn’t give a fuck. At that moment though, I really didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t about to take advice on my life from a psycho, pussy ass dude who was salty like a girl who caught her best friend cheating with her man. He was the true definition of bitchassness and he couldn’t even hide it as he continued to stand there and smirk while I laughed my way to the door.

  “I’m glad this shit so funny Yass, and I’m glad I can finally let you go. However, I told you once that this division isn’t big enough for the both of us. So with that being said, Lynworth is waiting to see you in his office.” Wayne whispered as I walked out into the hall and his little flunkies started to laugh.

  I surprised those bitches as I laughed too before I turned back to Wayne and stared into his eyes. I saw the vindictive bitch in him right there at the surface as I made a vow to myself to take him down. Fuck that cap, I never wanted to feel Wayne anywhere near me again, despite the throb that had returned between my legs. Nope, the only thing I wanted to do was fuck him off like he had done me and I knew just how I would do it.

  “Ummm, is this really how you want to play Wayne? I don’t know what you told Lynworth but I’m sure it’s not anything pertaining to you and I because you’re still here. So whatever it is, it can’t be that major and it just really shows what a salty bitch you are. A salty bitch who can’t take the word no, so he lashes out at the world. Ohhh, poor tink, him feelings hurt. Well too bad fuck boy. I think you better change your tampon though boo, because this shit is about to get ugly.” I whispered to Wayne as I leaned in then turned to walk towards Lynworth’s office while he just stood there and looked dumb as fuck.

  “Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun, but you gonna learn that lesson soon boo!” I said to Wayne before I blew him a kiss and disappeared around the corner.

  I could imagine the stupid ass look on Wayne’s face as I walked away and then sashayed my sexy ass around the corner. I knew that not only did he miss what was gone, but also what he hoped would come in the future. It was too late for that shit though and I had to get my mind off of it as walked around the corridor towards whatever bullshit Wayne had put in our boss’s head. My heart beat in my throat as I approached Lynworth’s office and my mind pondered on the possibilities. I stood there at the door for a minute or so after his secretary told me I could go in, as I tried to figure out what I would say. I decided that no matter what he said I would deny it and then use what I had on Wayne as leverage. I figured since he was a pussy and was going to throw me under the bus because I had no feelings for him, I’d be a real woman and show his weak ass I really did have no feelings.

  I sucked up my anxiety and put a smile on my face before I walked into Mr. Lynworth’s huge office. When I got inside I felt most of my fear and anxiety melt away as I thought about the worst that could happen. At the most Lynworth could terminate my employment with their company on future cases but I would still get my bonus and make partner. I didn’t stand to lose much regardless of what Lynworth knew, so I walked up to his desk and sat down with my shoulders straight and stared at him as he read a sheet of paper. I sat there for what seemed to be an eternity as he continued to read and my pussy throbbed as my mind tried to wonder back to the mystery man.

  I had to clear my throat to divert my attention from the warmth and wetness that brewed down below and made the back of my dress feel damp. That helped a little as I shifted in my seat, uncrossed and re-crossed my legs. Lynworth waited until I was situated before he sat the piece of paper down and finally looked up at me. I got a glance of the paper he was so interested in before he suddenly folded his hands over top of it. I felt the breath leave my body as I saw myself on the picture in my mind, drunk at the club as I stood on a table. I had to hold the anger inside of me as I looked at the disappointment in Mr. Lynworth’s eyes. I couldn’t say anything as he stared at me and I thought about how much I wanted to kick Wayne’s bitch ass for being such a scorned little boy.

  “Well Ms. Anderson, I’m really happy to see you, but not under these circumstances. Let me start by saying I am very proud of your working with Wayne and getting that case solved so quickly. That really showed me you are dedicated and capable of getting the job done. HOWEVER, it’s been brought to my attention that you do not know how to conduct yourself properly on Emerson’s time.” Mr. Lynworth said as I sat forward and tried to interject.

  Mr. Lynworth put his hand up as I tried to explain and I quickly sat back to think about the situation. I sat back and crossed my legs while I stared at Mr. Lynworth and we were both silent. During that time, I thought about how I wanted to present my evidence on Wayne and ruin any chance he had at future with Emerson. With that in mind I sat silently and waited on Lynworth to finish what he was about to say. I figured it was probably best that I sit back and listen at that point since I was going to win in the end anyway.

  “Now, Yasmine I’m not going to go into everything related to this because frankly I don’t care. I know how it is to unwind after winning a big case, but when it’s brought to me blatantly in my face like that, I can’t ignore it. It’s against company policy while on the clock and technically you were on the clock until you came back to Memphis. So with that being said I have to put you on paid probation for two weeks and upon your return you will be in a different division. I hope that nothing like this will ever happen again in the future Ms. Anderson, otherwise I will have to terminate your employment here. Now, in the future please chose your party companions more wisely and party hard only when off Emerson time. Enjoy your paid vacation Ms. Anderson because that’s all it really is. And upon your return in two weeks we will be having an awards banquet to show appreciation for you and Wayne on winning such a huge case. So, enjoy Ms. Anderson and please remember what I said.” Mr. Lynworth said as I sat there stunned.

  I was surprised he didn’t terminate me after he saw me up on tables as I twerked my ass to every song. I expected him to let me go right then but he didn’t and part of me was grateful. I wasn’t grateful for the job alone because I knew I could find contracts with other companies. No, what I was most grateful for was the opportunity to pay Wayne back and do so where I could see it happen from a safe distance. I wanted to see his face when I let Lynworth hear about his extra circular activities. Just the thought of him being fired or maybe even arrested was enough to make my pussy wet again and cause me to quickly jump up out of my chair.

  I quickly walked over to the door ready to retreat without having spoken a word, but Lynworth stopped me as soon as I touched the knob.

  “I forgot to mention that with this indiscretion you lose half of that bonus. It now goes to your partner. I really do apologize for that because I know Wayne can be an ass, but policy is policy.” Mr. Lynworth said as my desire to fuck Wayne over grew even stronger.

  It was one thing for his weak ass to spread office lies and rat to Lynworth about my turn up at the club. However, knowing he did it with a motive to fuck with my money was something else. That two-week probation and the walk of shame pas
t the hating bitches in the office were the least of my concerns when it came to my coins. Wayne had me totally fucked up and I was determined to break his ass down no matter how calm I had to play or how long it would take. So I said what I had to say to calm the rage inside of me and get the hell out of that office.

  “Thank you Mr. Lynworth and I apologize for bringing any shame on Emerson. I promise this will never happen again and I will definitely watch the company I keep in the future. Sir, might I also suggest you do the same. Everything in the dark always comes to the light though, and that’s evident from our situation here. So, I guess in due time. Anyway, again I thank you Mr. Lynworth and I promise to come back more focused and determined; I promise. I’ll be bringing a presentation of my own which I think you will find very interesting.” I said as I walked out of the office and left Mr. Lynworth with a perplexed expression on his face.

  As soon as I stepped out of the office and walked around the corner to our section, I was met by curious and amused faces as I hit my Beyonce strut right past them. I smirked and rolled my eyes at Emily and her clique as I walked by and they snickered and whispered among themselves. I couldn’t wait to get back off probation and burst them bitches bubble when I walked through the door. Just the thought of their faces when I sauntered back in that day was enough to make me laugh. I giggled until I got past Wayne’s office when he suddenly stepped out and called my name. I stopped and waited for him to talk and dig his grave deeper as the rage inside of me rose. After a few minutes of just standing there, I proceeded to the elevators and I heard Wayne’s footsteps as he ran up behind me.

  I pushed the button angrily as Wayne finally caught up and stopped a few feet behind. I could feel him walk closer without saying a word as the hair on my arms stood up. When his footsteps stopped he was so close I could feel his breath on my neck and I couldn’t help but wonder who else saw what was going on. The last thing I wanted was to give them bitches in the office more reason to talk, especially when all I really wanted was to show Wayne that I could play the game better and get back to the fulfillment of my desires inside. I was ready to move past all that bullshit and ease the throb in my pussy; and the void in my heart. The last thing I wanted at that moment was a public scene with Wayne, filled with him and his imaginary love. I had to step to the side as Wayne’s silence continued and he tried to press his body closer to mine.