Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 3: Let's Dance!!

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" I asked as I put my dangling earrings on.

Malik sighed and nod. "Yeah. You know the ball room dancing crap isn't my thing, besides I have to go to work at one. And yes, in the morning."

Which is unfair....

I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Well I'll be back before you leave. Emily may sleep over."

"Okay." He stood up, walked over to me and leaned down to kiss my glossed lips. I felt his hands creep down to my ass and gave it a squeeze. "So damn sexy."

I giggled and wrap my arms around his neck. "Maybe if you call in sick, you can get a piece of this ass."

He smirked. "So tempting. But I can't, it's my job."

I unwrap my arms from around him and let it hang down to my side. "Your job is to stay here and be safe with me. And to also please me and yourself of course."

"Pleasure will not help pay the bills."

"It'll help keep your fiancé." I cross my arms in front of my chest.

He sighed. "Tasha-"
Before he can continue, there was a knock on the front door. "That must be Jalen and Darius."

My mouth gaps open. "So you hang out with your friends, drink beer and watch Chinese porn than go out with me. I was about to give you some head before you left out for work, but now I'm not." I get out his grasp, grabbed my clutch and walked to the door with Malik trailing behind me.

"We don't watch porn."

I open the door to see Jalen trying to flirt with Emily and Darius holding a brown paper bag.

"Dude I got the- Oh, hey Tasha. How you doing?" Darius slowly put the bag behind his back.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Malik. "Goodbye."

"No kiss?"

"No." I walked out the apartment. I grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her away from Jalen's trap.

Emily huffed. "Thanks girl. He was starting to get on my nerves. With his Hispanic hazel eyes ass."

I chuckled. "I think I see a little dwell." We walked into the already opened elevator. I pressed the first floor button.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

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I took a sip of my champagne as Ashley and Emily was in a deep conversation about sex. My friends does not have a filter; they would say anything and everything anywhere. They are not ashamed nor self-conscious about their conversation. But me on another hand; I am self-conscious. Maybe because Tyrone would always judge me on the conversation I bring up.

That bastard...

I sighed and looked around; spotting Mr. and Mrs. Wilson walking this way. I turn to my friends. "Boss and wife alert."

Ashley fluffed out her already perfect hair. "How do I look?" She asked.

"Like a home wrecker." Emily comment before taking a sip of her champagne.