Fantasies 2

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Reed.

Jarvis pulls up to EXquisite Rags, parking right in front of the building. Nivea and Arthur have brought some things to my attention, and I figured I'd come talk to Ms. Summers. I want to know what her intentions are with my man and set her straight. The gate of the business is down, but the lights are on inside. 

You can also see a couple people walking around. It's clear they're open, but I just want to know if Tamika is in. That's all I'm worried about. I witness one of the employers pull the metal gate up and open the door. Just then an all black Audi pulls up and parks two cars ahead. 

I knew right off the bat that it was Tamika. She hops out, and walks around to the opposite side of the car and opens the back door. It takes a while but she finally stands with her one year old son, who seems to be sleep. It seems she's a hard working and dedicated mother. I can give her that. Right now though, it's time for her and I to talk. 

I get out of the vehicle, catching her attention as she waves and I wave back. I follow her inside the store and look around while she handles whatever. I have to say, I really like her designs. I personally wouldn't wear them but they are cute. They're not suitable for the red carpet look, but the club or street wear I can see. Tamika is more of an urban designer, that's why she was featured in our magazine some months back. Her jewelry pieces have been seen countless times on the red carpet though.

"Hey, you wanted to talk?" Tamika smiles as she approached me.

"Yea." I sigh and raise my sunglasses on my head.

"Well you can follow me to my office." She begins the trail and I follow behind. We come across this big glass door with her name on it, and she opens it. I was really speechless and wasn't expecting something so unoriginal. Usually offices are modern and dull, well mine wasn't because of the view. Tamika doesn't have one and her little office space is still breath taking.

"Would you like something to drink? Water, wine, Gatorade or soda?" She questions while at the minibar.

"No thanks I'm fine." 

"Ok, well you can have a seat." She points to the white and gold chair that sits in front of her all gold desk. I'm really starting to think I underestimated this woman's money. What the hell am I doing wrong? Tamika takes a seat behind her desk, crossing over one of her legs while resting her arms on the armrest. We stare at one for a minute but I then clear my throat and pull my hair over my shoulder.

"I want to talk about you and my husband." I clarify.

"Ok, I'm all ears." She shrugs.

"I don't know what you two have going on, but it needs to stop. The constant hanging out and you calling him asking if he wants to do this and that. He has a wife and doesn't need a side piece." I inform her. Tamika laughs and nods, shaking her head.

"A side piece?" She questions amused.

"You heard me." 

"Yes I heard you and just like the media, you have me all wrong. What Darius and I have is business and friendship, nothing more. I also respect you and Darius' marriage. If I didn't, I would of done some shit that I shouldn't of done a long time ago. I wouldn't do anything of that nature though. My mama taught me to never sip water from a well, that is furnished on another woman's property. No matter how thirsty I am. And I haven't dipped my bucket no where near your property." She informs, folding her hands in her lap. I laugh lowly, nodding slowly at her scenario.

"Just stay away from Darius. That's an order not an option." I tell her while standing to my feet. Tamika laughs, putting her hair behind her ear while standing. She hangs her head and smiles, walking around to the desk to where I stand. She leans upon it and crosses her arms across her desk.