Are you Stalking me?

Two

Beyonce Knowles
"I got some dirt"

I sat in a Caffeine shop that showed me a clear display of Onika and her assistant, Carissa. They were sitting on the outside of the Cafe and drunk from their teacups and probably gossiping about whatever women gossip about. They were having a girls day, and Onika's apparel was making me wish I was her husband.

He gets to see her like this everyday, even naked. He was beyond lucky.

I wondered if he made her body feel good, could I make it feel even better than him?

My cup of scolding hot plain coffee brought me out of my mind.

"Here you go." The pretty but obviously younger waiter said.

"Thanks."

She smiled at me and walked away.

I looked back over at Onika but she was gone. I heard the Cafe door open and close and slightly turn my head to see. It was Onika who had her phone up to her ear and walking towards the restroom.

I restrained myself from getting up and following her but that didn't work.

I got up and walked into restroom. She had to be in one of the stalls 'cause I didn't see her.

"Kenneth can we not? Y'know Carissa and I always go out twice a month."

"You're acting like i'm fucking my assistant Ken."

"I'm being selfish because I don't want to be cooped up in a house all the time? Goodbye, i'll be home soon." I heard her huff and the stall clicked and her small frame walked out.

"Knowles?"

I looked back like I was surprised to see her, "Oh hey, boss."

She smiled lightly, "Hopefully you didn't hear that."

I did. "Hear what?"

She looked at me and shook her head, "Nothing too important. How's it been?"

"Nice, nice. Haven't been seeing you around lately."

"That's how it is when you're an intern. Carissa is mainly in charge of you guys."

I nodded, "Lovely woman. Reminds me of you in a way."

"People tends to think that's my younger sister."

I smiled, "My first thoughts also... If I was a preacher i'll married the both of y'all."

"Are you from here?" She stared at me blankly.

"Nope, Houston made."

"Figured it was somewhere in the south, can hear it all in your voice."

I nodded.

"Just marry Carissa though, she isn't already spoken for."

I chuckled, "May take you up on that."

She smiled softly and walked out of the restroom.

My jeans had tighten and the thoughts running through my head wanted to heard badly. But I couldn't risk getting fired.

A smile from her made my dick jump and my nipples hard, I wanted her so badly it was becoming unhealthy and very.. uncomfortable.

I fixed my self and walked out. Once I got back to my seat I saw that Onika and Carissa had left. Their next stop must be the mall, but i'll have to miss that trip.

I paid for the coffee and left a generous tip for the pretty waitress.

I know my ways of finding Onika was odd, shit even illegal in a way. But she gave me a euphoric feeling every time I seen those eyes. She didn't know my left hand from my right but I knew her down to her adolescents years up until her adult years.