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I sat in my car waiting on Mr.Petty to arrive so I could begin my "treatment". At first I thought I was too early but an hour had gone by. I thought church people were punctual but I guess not. I call my dad since I didn't have Mr.Petty's contact.

I'm sorry to call so early but Mr. Petty still isn't here

I heard him groan, he was ready to go back to bed

I'll be fine dad, he'll show eventually. Bye.

I didn't want him angry at me this early on. I hear a tap at my window, and it was Onika with bangs. I roll my window down with a smile. "My husband over slept so I'll be with you today. I want to apologize on his behalf", this was good.

"No need to apologize. I prefer your presence anyway", I grabbed the Gucci purse she left from the nights before. "Oh and you left this in my car", I hand it to her while shutting my car door. "Thank you, I've been looking for it all weekend", she laughed. My eyes moved from her ass to her hands as she unlocked the church doors.

"Did Ken explain to you how everything works?", I roll my eyes at the nickname she gave him. "Um not really. I just know I'm suppose to help around the church, and work in the library on some days", she nodded looking in her purse. "Good. The library is a mess right now. We have so much to organize since Ken ordered last week's shipment", she rummaged through her purse again looking stressed out now. "What's wrong Onika?", I got closer to her. "Nothing I'm just tired", she walked away so I followed.

She wasn't the best liar.

She showed me the library, which wasn't as bad as she described. Luckily we weren't starting there today, she wanted me to help with things in her office.

She was making me sort out her huge ass file cabinet which was boring. She sat at her computer typing up something. She hadn't taken a second to glance at me or anything. She even avoided looking at me, or at least making eye contact.

"Onika, how was your weekend?", I attempted to start a conversation. "It was fine", she said dryly never looking away from her computer.

"Mine was good too thanks for asking", she stopped typing and I felt her staring at me. "I don't mean to be rude Giselle. It's just I don't remember much from our night and it's been stressing me out", I smirk. I sit in the chair next to her desk. "What all do you remember?", she rubbed her head looking frustrated.

"I remember you carrying me from the club. Then we were at your place, and we kissed but, that's all I remember", I laugh because much more happened.

"It's not funny Giselle. Did we?", she was too scared to say it.

"Fuck? No, but we both wanted to especially you. You were way too drunk so I changed your clothes and we passed out", she looked relieved then covered her face.

"Thank you, I'm so embarrassed", she kept her eyes closed.

"It's fine, but next time I won't say no", she looked flustered.

"Many people wouldn't have so thanks again", images of her body popped in my head. I bit my tongue so I could focus and not get distracted.

"You hungry Onika?", she checked her watch and turned her computer off.

"Yea why?", I invited her to lunch and she agreed.

Instead of being in her car again we drove mines. I drove a blacked out hellcat, so you can imagine how sexy it was. Onika jumped as I turned my engine on.

"Relax", I laughed watching her buckle her seatbelt.

I pulled out slow so Onika would know I'm not some maniac driver, although I was when racing.

"So you have this luxurious apartment and drive this fancy car. Can I ask what do you do for work?", I hide my smile at her interest in me.

"Well...I have a lot of jobs. The most impressive one is my clothing store, Noir", her mouth hung briefly.

"Really? I love that store it's so peaceful in there. Good for you Giselle!", she sounded excited and impressed.

"Thank you! Now you know the owner. Let me know when you're there I'll put the word in we're friends", she smiled.

"I will because you aren't cheap, Ken tells me all the time", I rolled my eyes. It was only pricey because it wasn't something he wanted.

"Well I'll take care of your bill from now on", she smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you Giselle that's so sweet", we pulled into Waffle House parking lot.

I opened Onika's door then grabbed my wallet so we could head in. It was lunch time so there was little to no people here. Which meant our food would come out faster.

"I was starving Beyoncé, thanks for taking me out", she placed her straw in the sprite before taking a sip. "You're welcome. I just wish you'd let me treat you to somewhere nicer", I added while looking around. Waffle House wasn't my idea of our third day "together".

"I love Waffle House...besides I've been craving some regular waffles", I laughed at the genuine smile she held talking about this place. I wonder what memories she had here?

Our food was brought out and Onika and I began to eat. We shared small talk until we were finished eating.

"That was good. I need a nap now", she yawned.

"I'm paying, let's get you home", I pulled two fifties from my wallet. "Giselle", she tried protesting but I already sat the money next to the ticket.

"Let's get you back", I opened the door for her. "Thank you Giselle", she always said it so seductively.

Onika yawned for the thousandth time as I drove back to the church. I could tell she was over due for some rest. I didn't bother her as she drifted to sleep.

As I drove a message came through from my dad and my mom.

Mom, Dad
We are very proud of you B. The pastor said you did a good job today.

Although my mom text it I knew my dad had a saying in the message as well. I felt wholesome knowing they were proud of me, thanks to Onika. I'm sure she's told her husband how I was helping out.

I pulled into the church seeing her look peaceful sleeping so I hated to wake her up.

"Onika", I gently shook her.

"Hmm", she squinted as her eyes opened.

"We're back at the church", she sighed. "I'm so tired", she groaned. "I could finish up if you want me to, I don't mind", she looked at her watch considering my offer.

"That would be nice but Ken wouldn't approve of that", I rolled my eyes. "How would he know the difference? I'm merely putting files away", she didn't seem convinced.

"Onika you're obviously tired. We could finish tomorrow, where's the harm in that?", she finally agreed with that solution.

I helped lock the church up so we both could go home for the day. "I'll see you tomorrow Giselle", she says. "See you tomorrow. And I'll give you my number so you can text me when you're home", she looked between me and her phone before giving it to me.

"Don't forget. And drive safe Onika", I hugged her before watching her get into her car. She pulled out of the parking lot and I not so long after did the same.