Sincerely Yourz

Crow Doesn't Taste Like Chicken

Dru

I should have known better. That's the only cognizant thought that I had since Zuri and I had our fight. We made it through two weeks without each other and then, after an amazing reunion, it was torpedoed by a stupid text.

I had a simple rule with all the females in my life, don't go through my shit; especially my phone. Part of the reason I was so protective of my phone was because flings would text me all kinds of thirsty ass messages. Sometimes I'd entertain them, other times I'd remind them that they were being clingy by ignoring them.

The other part, and the reason I gave Zuri, was that I had confidential client information and case details in my phone. That wasn't a lie. At any given time, I had sensitive case notes, documents and emails with colleagues or clients on my phone.

The whole argument bothered me for so many different reasons it made my head spin. On the one hand, I hated the physical reaction I had to her rage. I was genuinely upset by the fact she was upset. It unsettled me. I'd always been in control of my own emotions. It wasn't that I lacked empathy, I just usually had a choice in the matter.

Unless we are talking about family or Tara, I was the boss of me. But when I could feel the anger rolling off her it shook something in me and I hated that. I didn't like not being in control. It's too dangerous giving someone such control over you.

Another thing that bothered me about the whole thing, and the thing I focused on the most, was that Zuri wouldn't listen to me. I couldn't talk my way out of it. When I pushed back she didn't balk. If anything, she stood even taller.

She was so tough on so many levels I had yet to uncover that she didn't just back down. She was smart and called me out on my shit. I don't know why it surprised me that she wasn't going to let me get away with anything. Maybe surprised is the wrong way to express how I felt. I wasn't surprised, but I was highly annoyed.

After she left I tried to apologize. The funny thing is that, of all the stupid things I did since we became official, that was the one thing that I had no real control over. I didn't solicit the message. But it's the thing she saw and blew up at me about.

So, I apologized. Well, I tried to apologize. Zuri wasn't in the mood for it so she gave me some snippy text responses but mostly ignored me. With her acting up, I decided that I was just going to do whatever the hell I wanted. I'd always been a boss ass bitch and I wasn't going to sit home crying because Zuri was tripping.

I should have known better.

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I responded to Sherry and we began to flirt. It was really child's play and a little boring. She was hype as hell and thirsty. It was so easy I almost backed out of it. But then I thought about how I didn't have anything better going on. Zuri was being stubborn anyway.

But of course, after we'd agreed on a time for her to come by, Zuri called. She'd let a day go by and then decided to come to her senses. A little voice in the back of my mind reminded me that I was happy she was talking to me.

That's why I stayed on the phone with her when I knew I should have been finding a way to keep a little distance until after I'd done all the nasty things I'd promised Sherry I would do to her.

I was a woman of my word and I had a reputation to keep. I'm not exactly sure why I wanted to keep it, but I did. So, I settled on a weak lie about feeling sick and not wanting to pass it on to her or the kids.

I should have known better.

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Sherry's horny ass came by and she was practically dripping just from me tossing her a knowing smirk. We flirted our way to my couch before she made her way into a straddling position on my lap. She sat back and made a whole show of taking off her shirt and then her bra followed.