Getting her new dream job and having a great husband is all Sira could ever wish for. She even thought about having babies one day with her husband. But what happens when she finds herself in love with her client from work? Would he show her somethi...
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Odell
Another day in this shit hole. I cannot wait to get out of here. I can't take these lame ass niggas they ain't no good and they ain't trying to do nothing with they life when they get out. I'm serving 3 years right now and with me being on my second year I've never been so ready to get away. I'll be outta this bitch sooner or later though.
Today we was going to see them Lil counselor people. They said I needed one cause I got anger issues. Ion think I have any but im forcing myself to go. They said it'll help make my sentencing shorter so yea. The person I had was some lady named Samara. She was fine as hell.
I was sitting on my bed with my head in my hands until an guard walked up.
"Time for your session Beckham"
"Yea yea" I said getting up.
I walked in looking around for Samara but I didn't see her. The guard pointed me in her direction which was all the way in the back. Making my way there she looked up from a few papers and smiled. I stared.
"Hello Odell"
"Wassup" I said sitting down.
"I see you're in a good mood today, all smiles huh?"
"Huh" I asked confused.
"You're finally smiling, last time we met you weren't so nice"
I didn't even notice.
"Oh" I said dry.
"Well I have all of your info-" she fumbled through a lot of papers.
I cut her off, "Yea I know you got my papers"
"......Kay. Did you have any knowledge that participating in these sessions could possibly reduce your sentence?"
"Yeaaa"
After all them questions that I already knew the answers to we got to know each other a lot more. She thought I would be more comfortable if I knew about her vice versa. I learned that this was her dream job which was crazy to me and that she was married and some more shit. I wasn't really paying attention cause ion really give a damn.
"Sooo what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you have someone? Waiting on you to ya know, come home?"
"Aww naw"
"Nobody?"
"Nobody"
"Where's your family?" she asked.
"Does it matter?" I said getting irritated and looking away.
"Look" she said setting the papers down, "You can be honest with me about anything."
I sighed "My dad left me on the doorstep at my auntie house, never knew of my mother, I heard I got siblings but never saw them"
"Oh come on I know you have somebody"
"No the fuck I don't! Ion have no fucking body! You saying that shit and as soon as we get done with these sessions you goin be gone and then what?"
Samara sat there shocked. Shit I can't help what comes outta my mouth, and they say I got anger issues.
"Alright sessions over!" The guard said.
I got up and started walking towards the door while Samara was called my name. But I was pissed, I kept walking.
Samara
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He kept walking as I called his name. I sighed and put his papers back in its folder. I started to walk out when one of the guards stopped me.
"Um yea?"
"You know you real pretty?"
"Um thanks, I have to get going." I turned back around quick.
He pulled me back by my arm roughly, "Lemme take ya out" he said pulling me closer.
"Umm no I'm married" I snatched away from him and jogged to my car.
I never flew to my car so fast and got the hell on. Creep.
I pulled up to my house, getting out and locking my car door. When I got to the door I put my key in and noticed that it was already unlocked, which it never is. I walked in locking it behind me. I set my purse on the couch and went into the kitchen looking for something to drink. When I walked in I almost slipped on something that was in the middle of the floor. I caught myself noticing that it was a pair of red lace thongs that I knew damn well weren't mine. I don't wear thongs, I don't like them. I picked them up with a spare pen I found on the kitchen counter looking up the stairs.
I know damn well Roman is not suppose to be home this early. I made my way upstairs walking up to the door and putting my ear on it. I didn't hear anything so I went ahead and opened it seeing him laid up with some girl that looked very familiar. Clothes were all on the floor and they were sleep.
I sped back downstairs and got out a big pot and put some iced water in it and carried it back upstairs and splashed it on them. They jumped up yelling.
"What the hell Samara!" Roman yelled wiping his face.
"You in here laid up with some girl that I know is from your job you got me messed up!"
"You obviously not doing your part, but I got him." the girl said smirking. Typical.
"Fuck the both of you, you can have him slut."
I walked out the room and out the house to my car. I had no choice but to get a room. I have no family here where we live. By the time I got there Roman was still blowing up my phone. I turned it off when I got to my room. I sat on the bed putting my head in my hands. I don't understand males. What needs were there to be taking care of when we do have sex. I do cook for him. I try to be a good wife. They don't appreciate us women till we're gone...
