Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 20

Sunday | 6:00 PM

AMANDA "ASIA" ALEXANDER

I winced around the apartment, my muscles swollen and sore from the torture Jamie had put me through. There was no way I could have pushed my body any further. I watched as my phone vibrated on the coffee table, ringing out twice then going silent. Many moons ago, I had texted Jamie that I wasn't showing up and only now he seemed to get the message. I giggled at the thought of how angry he must have been. Why didn't I just pick up the phone call? I just wanted to be petty. After all, he could have simply texted me what he wanted to say, but he refused and left me on read. Oh well!

It was evening now and I barely had anything to eat throughout the day. All I had was overnight oats with mango and multiple glasses of water. I really didn't have much of an appetite, but I knew I needed to eat something filling before the day was out. Last thing I wanted was for gas to kill me. I walked over to the refrigerator, my eyes scanned over the remnants inside. I was running out of food and so was my money. The ending of the month couldn't be any more further!

I was distracted by the knocking on the front door. Who could it have been? I asked to myself as I made my way to the door. I wasn't expecting any visitors unless it was Spragga. The only person who always liked to show up in my life unannounced. On my tippy toes, I peeked through the glass to see who was on the other side of the wooden door. But my view was completely blocked by the palm of someone's hand.

"Who is it?" I shouted loud enough for them to hear on the other end.

No answer.

I sucked my teeth then turned on my heels to go back to what I was doing. They fucking knocked again! I angrily stormed to the door and pulled it open with force.

"What the fuck do you want?" I yelled.

"Damn, has anyone ever told you how filthy that little mouth of yours is? Foul language doesn't suit such a beautiful face. Unless you're engaging in lewd activities. But from the looks of it, you're somewhat fully clothed. Don't know if that's a shorts or a underwear. Leaves little to my imagination," he said with a smirk.

"Oh please!" I said with a scuff.

I folded my arms under my breast as I continued speaking. His eyes fixated on my face surprisingly.

"Instead of criticizing my choice of words, why don't you practice how to properly announce your presence at a strangers house? Or how to give them a heads up when visiting. What if I was preoccupied with my boyfriend?" I responded.

"You honestly think I care about your boyfriend? Maybe he should pay more attention because your back tire is running flat. You don't want to be caught driving with that. But let's come back to the main reason I'm here." he said.

His thumb glided along my jawbone and tilted my head upward for me to look directly at his face. Simple touches like this sent my body into an involuntary shiver. Our eyes locked for an intense minute or two. I felt as though I was melting underneath his stare. His thumb traced my bottom lip causing my breath to hitch in my throat. My lips parted willingly as I gasped. He removed his touch, smirked and continued talking. The heat between my legs intensified.

"Why didn't you show up for your session today? You know I was really looking forward to seeing you. But, I just have a feeling you did this on purpose for me to show up at your doorstep. I want you to make it known that I'm a man of my words. Anything that leaves these lips is a honor and not gimmicks. So tell me what was your reason for not showing up and ignoring my phone calls?" he asked. His voice came off soo seductively.

"I was going to come today if my body wasn't this sore. All over hurts so badly. I literally had to lay down for most of the day. With you being a trainer, shouldn't you have a little compassion for your clients. You obviously know how sore your body can get after not working out for a good while," I said.