Clarissa

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von AuthorLeaMishell

von AuthorLeaMishell

SistaGirlz Book 8, Part 1

CLARISSA

"I want to treat you like the Queen that you are," he said during our call. "I want to get your nails done, take you shopping, then out to dinner before we make love til dawn with your freshly manicured nails scratching up my back after I take off the lingerie I'm gonna buy you."

"Wow..." I said, getting wet at the invitation. Never one to turn down an offer to be pampered or fed, I let him do just that.

"I broke off my engagement," he said after a third round of fucking all over his hotel room followed by a blowjob in the shower.

When my soon-to-be-married lover called and asked if I was free, I asked what did he have in mind. He was extra celebratory tonight so I just went with it. Now I see what he was celebrating. His return to bachelorhood! Bless his lil heart!

I know this fool doesn't think he's gonna replace his fiancée with ME!

"Didja hear me?" he asked excitedly as he slipped his hands around my waist, kissing me on my neck.

Yawning out of boredom, I said, "Yes, I heard you. Were you expecting something specific to be said in return?"

"Yeah, like 'Congratulations' or 'When are you moving in?'" he said less enthusiastically.

Laughing out loud, I replied, "Why in Hades would I ask you to move in with me?!"

"So we can be together!" he exclaimed as if that was a good enough reason.

Zipping up my boots, I looked up at my now ex-lover. "If your goal was to end your marriage before it began, congratulations. But you made an ass out of yourself assuming I would take you in."

"Why can't I move in with you, Babe?" he asked.

"Because I'm not in nor do I care to be in a relationship with you. You knew what this was from the jump. Ain't no dick good enough to put ME on lockdown! No fluids. No feelings. Remember?"

"But Clarissa... I love you."

Sauntering over to the hotel room door, I said, "If you were leaving your fiancée to be with me, go get her back if you can. It was nice knowing you. Goodbye."

"Clarissa!" I could hear him walking up behind me. Before he could touch my hand, I turned to face him.

"Let's not make a scene in the hallway. Go home to your future wife or any of your other mistresses. You and I are done. Please do not seek further need of my... services. Have a nice life."

Rolling my eyes as I walked away, I hummed Mya's "My Love Is Like... Whoa!" on my way to the elevator. Before I reached the ground floor, my cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I smirked as I took the call.

"Baby, before you hang up, I'm sorry. I know you don't believe in love and relationships and I shouldn't have assumed that I could crash with you until I get my own place but... other than Sabrina, you're the only woman in my life. I have nowhere to go," he explained.

"That's not my problem, now is it?" I said as I winked at the attractive night security guard in the hotel lobby. She looked taken aback when I blew her a kiss as I walked out of the door.

"I'll follow the rules, Clarissa! I promise! Please don't let me go!" he pleaded as I got into the taxi waiting outside. Covering the mouthpiece briefly to give the driver my destination, I continued listening to his pleas of redemption. "Even though you don't want to hear it, I meant what I said and I won't take it back. But I promise I won't break the other two rules. Ever!"

"Sounds like you're trynna break Rule 3 by assuming you could move in with me," I pointed out.

"No, Babe. That's just until I move into my place next week. I just need a place to crash until then. I know you love your privacy so I wouldn't be a bother while I'm there," he explained.

"Of course you won't be a bother because you're not moving in with me," I said loudly and clearly, causing the driver to look at me in the rear view mirror.

"I'm not asking to move in. Just let me stay for a few days. I'll cook. I'll clean. I'll run your bath water and rub your feet when you come home from work," he offered. "Please, Clarissa!"

"No," I said definitively before ending the call. I was enjoying the soft jazz that was playing in the cab when my cellphone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I ignored his calls all the way home.

Once I was safely behind the closed doors of my condo, I turned on my security system and turned on my stereo. In the mood to continue the vibe I caught from my taxicab jazz serenade, I tuned in to my satellite TV's soft jazz station.

Slipping out of my boots, I carried them to my bedroom closet to line them next to their sister pair in black. Mackenzie always liked me in red, as evidenced by the burnt red negligée he'd bought that I wore under my coat. Although I started the evening fully dressed, I tossed my other gifts into the shopping bags and walked out of the hotel room as is because he said...

"Clarissa... I love you."

Fucking idiot! I'm the LAST woman you want to fall in love with!