22 year old Sydney James is an intern of the arts and repertoire department at Uptown Records. The record company is home to artists such as Al B. Sure!, Heavy D, Mary J. Blige, Father MC, and newly, Jodeci.
Happily engaged and dream job, Syd has th...
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The next morning, I woke up to see that Marcus wasn't laying next to me like he normally would be. I grabbed my light pink satin robe and put it on. I know this nigga did not have the air on. This man's snoring could be heard as soon as I opened our bedroom door. There were beer cans laying all over the floor, chip bags, all kinds of trash. I picked up one of the pillows and flung it at his head.
"Ow damn! What the hell was that for?" he abruptly questioned me. I'm guessing he wasn't fully asleep.
"Do you see this shit? Look around you, Marcus! Your ain't shit friends got this place lookin' like a pig sty!"
"Man," he slowly groaned, sitting up, "You really trippin' Sydney." And with that, I disappeared back into the bedroom. I don't have time for Marcus today. I'm just not going to say anything more to him because it seems like what I said no longer mattered, to him at least.
Seconds later, he walked in. "So that's it? You don't got nothin' to say?" I simply ignored him and began to set my clothes out for the day. He kissed his teeth when he realized that I wasn't paying any attention to him.
Moments later, I felt his arms around my waist. "Get off of me, Marcus."
"Why you keep trying to play me out? Why can't we both just be happy?" he asked in my ear.
"One simply does not blatantly ignore what one person asked of them. That's called disrespect. You know I don't play that."
"You know what? You're right baby. I'm sorry. I should've never had them up in here."
"Yeah but sorry doesn't work everyt—" I felt his lips on my neck.
"Marcus, s-s-stop." I attempted to fight off the pleasure I was getting from his lips connecting to my skin. I could feel his member hardening on my behind. Before I could give in, I immediately came to my senses and removed myself away from him. I'll be damned if I'm late to this new promotion.
"I got a promotion at work." I quickly spoke before he walked over to me again. As tempting as his lips were, I couldn't risk it. Not today.
"Wait what? Congratulations baby! That's dope!" he planted a kiss on my lips this time. I stretched my lips back into a fake smile. I'm not over this, it ain't something that can just be swept up under the rug.
"Thanks." I scratched my arm.
"You gotta tell yo parents. This is really wild."
"I beat you to it, I told them yesterday." I softly spoke.
"Wow," he scratched the back of his head, "So what are you gonna be doin'?" he continued.
"I'm not quite sure yet, I'll let you know when I get back home." I nodded. I could tell he was a little hurt about me not telling him first, but shit, he was too busy with his dickhead friends. Oh well.
