A few weeks later.....
Taraji watched the clock tick on the wall. Two weeks into her new job and she was already fed up. It offered better pay and with all love to Jackie she needed a change. Never thought she'd end up at the Pentagon, but here she was. It was a fairly easy job at that, a simple receptionist. Answer calls, do files that was it.
Nothing to important, she did love the fact that she could sit down all day for the first time in years. Not to mention the sexy security workers that passed her desk. She could look all she wanted to, but there was nothing more allowed. Though she found herself thinking about it more and more.
She had no clue where all these fine men were coming from, but she couldn't go to the damn grocery store without someone catching her eye. Her personal cockblock came in handy, Cel was like his damn daddy. She was thankful for that because temptation was evident with every man who thought she was sexy.
When that clock hit 6 she was up and getting her stuff. With a groan she slipped her black work heels back on. It was still taking her some time to get used to the office work attire, but she was making do. The first thing she was taking off was the black pencil skirt she had on. It did her figure justice, but it wasn't her style.
Getting into her car after saying goodbye to the handsome gaurd at the entrance, she was off to Terrence's. Normally it would be off to Bernice's, but since she had...something to do Taraji had Terrence watch Marcel. That something Bernice had to do was going on a lovely date with Mr.Johnson.
Her mother was keeping secrets, but the poor man was absolutely nervous. Came knocking on her door to ask what type of flowers her mother liked, from there Taraji had put two and two together. Pulling up to the house she sighed, it was as if every time she looked at it. It drained the energy from her body.
With a dramatic sigh she drug herself to the door and knocked. A movement from the window catching her eye, Taraji smiled as the head of curly hair moved and excited shouting was heard.
"Raji, Raji, Raji!" Aubrey squealed from the other side of the door.
"Okay, move girl." Terrence chuckled opening the door. Before he could say a word, Aubrey was out the door and hugging Taraji.
"I got a new cast Raji! This one's purple see!" Aubrey gushed, Taraji nodded and smiled.
"Can you sign it like my friends did?" Aubrey asked with excitement, Taraji bent down as best she could. Instead of signing it she placed a kiss on the cast, her dark red lipstick marking the pretty pink.
"Thank you!" Aubrey squealed, Terry grinned at his bubbly child.
"You inside, ain't got no damn shoes on. You know better." Terrence scolded, Aubrey pouted going up the two steps and back into the house.
"Can you come in? Cel got 5 minutes left on his punishment." Terrence spoke.
"Oh god, what he do know?" She sighed walking up the steps.
He gave her a quick peck, oddly enough it had no real meaning. It was something they just fell into doing, no intention behind it but a simple greeting. Stepping around him she walked inside. Terrence shut the door, his eyes betraying him as they locked on her ass.
"Terrence! Marcel remember?" Taraji snapped, his eyes flew up to her face taking in the glare. He cleared his throat scratching the back of his neck, while trying to pull his words back out.
"Oh, he was getting lippy with Aubrey. Both of them were on punishment, but she's done. He wanted to go back and forth with me so now he dealing with the consequences." Terrence spoke leading her into the living room.
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A Chance for Growth
FanfictionWhat would you say if we told you Taraji and Terrence had a secret? It wasn't just any secret....it was THE secret. What if it didn't start during the filming of hustle and flow? No....it was years and years before then. A relationship that was lit...