My heels click clacked loudly against the marble floors as I made my way across the office with a few scattered people in the lobby staring me down. If I hadn't known any better I would have thought that I had a piece of tissue stuck to the bottom of my nude Stuart Weitzmans.
I had just flat ironed my hair bone straight and since the weather was quite comfortable today, I decided to throw on a pair of ripped jeans with a big tee and thigh boots. My face beat to the Gods. I had to look my best when I came to see my man.
I was only 20 years old and fortunate enough to be the wifey of one of hottest NBA players that came out of our city. After me and Glenn had graduated high school, he went out of state to play ball while I stayed back at Krane, in the city, off of the trust fund my parents saved up for me.
Luckily for my man, before he started his 2nd season good, he ended up being the Dayton Moonrocker's number 1 pick in the draft. And I couldn't be happier.
I had known Kelsei, Ava, Malaysia, and Alyssa since the 7th grade damn near. And you wouldn't wanna bet how we met. Yep, a fuckin fight.
These new lil bitches had got transferred over to our school after their parents split up. I had heard their father refused to pay their mother any alimony. He claimed she tried to poison him after she found out how much he was leaving her on his will.
But anyway, they ended up moving to Greenwood and came to our school thinking they could run shit.
Unfortunately for them they started shit with the wrong bitch. They misjudged Alyssa when they saw how small she was. So the girl, tricky Tracey, picked on her and was getting her ass whooped.
Her friends had just so happen to come out of class at the time of the fight. And so did we. They jumped in and tried to slaughter Alyssa, but she still had the best of Tracey and started to whoop they asses too... but when them bitches started going for their bags, we wasn't having that. We picked em off one by one.
None of us had really spoken to each other before then, other than class.. but after some of the male teachers pulled us off of those girls, nobody else fucked with us. And from that day we formed a bond.
Now it was past 7:30 and I was running late. I was the one that told them to meet me at Johnny's and here I was trying to run into Glenn's office right quick to get in a few minutes of pleasure. But knowing them, they had the same idea as me.
I hadn't seen Glenn since the last time he played a home game in the city. Unfortunately when he went on the road to ATL, I had to stay back home and babysit my sister Jraya. But I made sure that nigga facetimed me every chance he got.
I knew that sometimes niggas had the problem of straying, but I was gonna make sure that didn't happen with Glenn. Even though most of the girls thought I had it made, he was still my way outta this bitch. I needed more than what Dayton had to offer.
We had been together since middle school and I made sure he knew that i had been with him from the days he ain't have shit. But I never threw it in his face.
I trusted my man. But I wasn't crazy, so I had a lil something on the side just to be safe. I wouldn't consider eating pussy cheating so I was in the clear.
"Hey baby!" I sang bursting into his office. I didn't bother knocking. I knew that it was after hours and Glenn would be waiting for me. He told me so. But apparently he had other things on his mind, because when I barged into that room, all I saw were congratulation balloons and a half eaten cake.
I scrunched up my nose and slapped the balloons out of the way walking through the office taking in my surroundings. Whatever party I missed out on had to be a good one, because the big ass bottle of Hennessy I picked up was empty and I could clearly see 2 others ducked off in the corner.
"What the fuck?"
Something wasn't right because my man didn't drink and he didn't allow any of his homeboys from around here to even drink when they were up here at the JP building. Glenn claimed they got too drunk and embarrassed him since they didn't know how to act.
Before I could even walk further around the office to get a good look, I heard the soft groans of his familiar voice coming from the bathroom. And from what I was hearing, I was hoping that the nigga was watching pornos.
I crept closer to the bathroom door before peeking slightly through the cracked opening, and what I saw blew my fuckin mind. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Glenn had Malaysia's 30inch Brazilian weave wrapped tightly around his fist while she bobbed her head up and down on his dick. The bitch was slurping on his shit like it was a popsicle fresh off the ice cream truck.
"Damn girl. You better suck that dick." His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he threw back his head. Then he had the nerve to guzzle down a swallow of Hennessy, straight from the damn bottle.
