Trust Issues (URBAN)

Chapter 10: Is He Back?

"How long will you be staying out in Miami?" I ask Jhay as I pick an outfit for my first day of work the next day.

"Not long. I'll be back in two or three days top," he responded causing me to physically pout though he couldn't see me.

I lay my selected clothes on a seat and head to the bathroom to do my nightly routines.

"Why does business have to be so long?" I sound like whining brat causing me to cringe slightly.

"I don't know, baby, but I miss you already." He left this morning on an unexpected and mandatory meeting in Miami.

"I miss you too, Hunnie." I pull my hair into a messy bun as I seat on the bathroom counter.

"I don't want to be on this lovey shit over the phone, so I'm going to save it until I get back." He let out a sigh that was barely detectable over the phone. "But just know that I'm feeling you, ma. And I'm glad that you you're finally my girl."

It was hard to keep a smile off my face aw his words registered in my mind. "I'm feeling you too, Jhay. Just please don't hurt me."

"You don't ever have to worry bout that, ma. I promise." A comfortable silence fell over us as his last words linger in my clamp bathroom air.

"Anywho-"I started out but was interrupted with his loud baritone laugh.

"Who says that anymore?" He struggles to get out while still laughing.

"Don't make fun of what I say," I say, again, in a whining voice.

"You sounded like my high school English teacher."

"Now you're making fun of how speak?" I ask feeling affronted yet couldn't keep the silly grin off my face.

"Awe, I'm sorry," the laughter still detectable in his voice says otherwise. "But you sounded sexy saying it though."

"Yea, whatever." I got off the counter and headed to my bed, getting in.

He lets out none more laugh before clearing his throat. "But let me let you go so that you can wake up tomorrow. I'll call you again tomorrow."

"All right. Good night, sweet dreams."

"You too, Ma. One." And the dial tone occurred.

*

My heels click against the white and black checkered titles as I walk down the hallway heading toward the office that held my new boss with in it. I stand outside the door gathering my thoughts and confidence and giving myself a pep talk. After counting down to ten I finally gathered my courage and pushed the door open seeing the man that she assumed was my boss. He sat behind a big black desk in a shape of a half moon that was accompanied with to leather seats a couch sat in the left corner of the room and a table with a vase consisting of a single rose in front of it. All was surrounded by a glass wall. Outside the wall was a single desk with a computer, a pencil holder, and a stapler sat on top of it. I guess I that's where I'll be seating.

I walk toward the glass door and peppered it with small knocks.

"Come in," Mr. Blake shouted barely looking up from his work to see who it was. I open the door and walk towards him, setting my folder on the desk.

"I'm Shanice--"

"I know who you are. Where's you files?" He asked curtly glancing up at me for brief millisecond.

I slide my folder across the wide table feeling myself get nervous.

"Seat." He's order took me by surprise causing me to drop into the nearest seat without much consideration. He flips through the pages barely looking at them thoroughly.