"Okay, that's everything Mrs. Carter. I'm so happy for youu!" My voice drags on excitedly as I hug Kimberly Carter, being careful not to press too hard into her growing belly.
I stare at the array of food Jada and I prepared, from shrimp and grits, to lobster mac n' cheese, collard greens, cornbread and then some. There are also elegant tiers of champagne flutes filled with sparkling cider for the pregnant mommy-to-be. Everything looks perfect.
The large banquet hall is decorated so beautifully, everything is colored in baby blue and silver and as the doors swing open, guests begin to arrive for her and Dru Carter's baby shower.
Kimberly starts pouting and I'm brought back to memories of when I catered for her bachelorette party just a few months ago before I took my new career seriously. Now, I've brought in so much business that I'm at a point where I'm doing at least two events a day, big and small.
"Ugh, thank you so much, Soriyah. You're the best!"
"Oh my God, Kimberly please don't cry, you'll ruin your fresh makeup." I said to her. At the tender last stage of her pregnancy, her raging hormones are causing her to tear up at the slightest things. Just a few minutes ago, she started wailing at the little baby shoes planted on the three-tier cake as a topper. "And you know I gotchu! Anything for my best client."
They had been trying for years, even before they got married and it was truly something special to witness, knowing that they finally got what they've been praying for after a few unsuccessful attempts.
"Seriously, thank you. My Kim Kim is so happy and that's all I want for her, for us." Dru says, wiping the small tear from her face.
"Of course, Mr. Carter. You're very welcome." I said. "I can stick around if you like? Help serve?"
"Nah, don't worry yourself, we got family that can take care of that. Shit, we ain't spending $900 on this food for them to just eat and dip out. They gonna work for this meal. And we'll be leaving a nice, generous tip for you afterwards. Thank you!"
"Aww thank you and congrats again, you two. I'll be lurking your IG for baby photos." I said pouting at the two of them.
The newlyweds and soon-to-be parents stepped away from me to welcome their guests. I waved goodbye to them as I slipped past the crowd with my cooking supplies and handbag, heading to the parking lot to get in my car.
I take a moment to close my eyes and breathe, reflecting on my long day. Then I press to start my engine and my mind wanders back to last night. Derek and I, the things we did, and it finally dawns on me...
I can't believe I let that nigga slut me out like that.
But the real crime is him, sitting in the car and pretending like he wasn't a fucking slut when he was answering all my questions. I laugh loudly and then let out an aggravated moan. Just thinking back to us, there's wetness oozing from between my thighs and I clench at the wheel, smiling a little.
Okay, maybe a lot.
It's crazy how quickly I went from despising that man, to wanting him more than I'd ever wanted anyone.
As opposed to the irritation and bitterness that usually flooded my thoughts of him, right now Derek feels like pure temptation, lust and desire.
Every part of him has me wanting to reschedule my last event for today and show up at the nigga's door, beggin' him to fuck me the same way he did last night.
It was like he knew all the right spots to stroke, all the sensitive areas to flick and suck on and which parts of my ass and hind legs needed a good spanking. And that alone makes me want him in the most sinful ways.
