Closer

//3//

//Ebony//
It's been a few weeks since I started working here at the Terrell household. 11 to be exact. The sexual tension between me and Mr. Terrell has grown a significant amount, but nothing has come from it yet.

I was getting annoyed.

He had women in and out of this house. Why was he doing this? I was right here! Hello?? We would get close to finally getting somewhere and when we would get to that point he would stop, and there would be another whore knocking at the door. This is FUCKING BULLSHIT. 

I need to talk to Mr. Terrell about this.  I was just going to say what was on my mind at the time. I don't know what that's going to be yet but I know I'm going to say something to him about this whole stupid situation. He was just running away from me. Like a stupid fucking child.

I finished doing my cleaning duties at around 8:45 pm. Just in time for whore number four to come out of Mr. Terrell's bedroom. Her hair a mess and her makeup smeared. Damn if you know you're about to have sex, is piling makeup onto your ugly mug really necessary?

I shot the woman a glare as she did the walk of shame out to her car. Out of all of his little flings, she was the one that was coming over the most. I didn't like her one bit. Neither did Susan. She and I had a bad feeling about her from the start.

As soon as she was out of my sight I went in to talk to Mr. Terrell. It was time to lay down the law. He was going to listen to me.

I knocked on the door to his office where he had moved to after his little fling with whore number four.

"Hello?" He said softly.

"It's me Mr. Terrell. I'm coming in I need to talk to you." I said opening the door to see him shuffling through papers on his desk.

"What do you need Eb?" He asked.

"I'm gunna talk and you're going to listen. You don't speak unless asked a question or until after I'm done. Got that?" I say.

He nods clearly a bit confused.

"I'm tired Mr. Terrell. I'm tired of getting so close to you and then you just bailing, calling one of your whores and then fucking them instead of me. Am I not good enough for you? Am I so bad that you have to call up makeup caked little harlots to come pleasure you? The sexual tension between us is ridiculous. I know you can tell too. But yet you try to push it away, and act like it's nothing after you touch me up. After you feel every inch of my body. We get close and then you just run away like the little child coward that you are. Tell me Mr. Terrell. Just tell me the damn truth. Do you want me? Or are you just leading me on to keep me around??" I ask, catching my breath.

He was taken aback. Probably because A girl has never stood up to him before.

He got out of his seat and walked toward me. He grabbed my face so I was looking him in his eyes.

"You wanna know why I've been acting like I've been acting? Because I'm so fucking attracted to you that I can't afford to lose you. So I decided it was best to suppress my feelings and thoughts about you so I wouldn't get hurt, or even worse hurt you. I don't want you to turn out like Cassie. I know you wouldn't but I'm just so damn scared. Ebony you mean something to me. And it scares me. I've never felt like this towards anyone ever. Not even Cassie. Please please PLEASE understand that none of these girls mean shit to me. Every time I stick my dick in one I'm wishing it was you.

Wow.

I don't say much I just fill the gap between our bodies by grabbing him by the waist.

"Do you really think I'd play you like that? You're 100% wrong Mr. Terrell. I've had feelings for you since I arrived. Seeing you with those girls really pissed me off. I wanted you for myself. " I say.