Baby Can I Upgrade You?

8. Coffee

Imani

Where are my fucking snacks! I frantically rummage through my desk drawers with an ugly scowl, quickly getting frustrated at my missing snacks that have magically grown legs!

"Looking for these?" I look up to see Marcel shaking a packet of my jelly babies in his filthy thieving hands, holding then hostage! My poor babies!

"You give those back right now!" I demand in a low menacing voice.

"No." He simply responds.

"No? What do you mean no? They're mine!" I speak incredulously, getting up to snatch them out of his grubby little hands.

Marcel holds the packet above my head and I'm not about to jump up and down for it like a fool. I hate being short sometimes! "You don't deserve these. Your grumpy ass hasn't been to gym since Monday and we're all tired of getting our heads bitten off. What's up with you?"

"Nothing's up. Why you all up in my business anyway?" I ask with the most attitude, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Uh slow your roll Honey Boo Boo! YOU asked ME to be YOUR accountability partner. It's my job to know when you fall off the wagon and get you back on." He speaks matter of factly and looks at me expectantly when he's done.

Damn I hate when he's right! "Fiiiiine!" I whine, plopping down onto the corner couch. "I haven't been to gym cause that stripper, Jaden I told you about was there on Monday." I grumble out.

"So?" Marcel asks, looking at me like I have two heads.

"So he kind of slapped my ass and I shat on him. I then had a sex dream about him that night..." I mumble out quickly and look up to see Marcel's mischievous smirk. "Mar no, he is waaaaay out of my league! It's best I keep him out of sight and out of mind."

"Girl bye!" He dismisses my explanation with the flick of his wrist. "That boy is fine as hell and your ass ain't got none in a miiiiiiinute. Soon dust will start coming out there." Marcel side eyes me and points at my crotch. "You need to take your ass to the gym and let him spank it again, cause we both know you like that kinky shit."

"You clearly didn't hear a word I said." I just shake my head at him.

"I did. I heard that you want this guy and he's also feeling you so I don't see why we're still talk." Marcel rolls his eyes and neck at me. "Matter of fact, get your ass up! You're going to the gym now! I don't care if you have to wait all night till he shows up. You are going to talk to him!" He grabs my arm and roughly pulls me up. Sometimes his feminine ways make me forget that he's still a nigga, and hella strong! Marcel grabs my gym and handbag, and starts pushing me towards the door.

"Marcel stoooooop!" I have work to do!" I yell at him, trying but failing to push back against him.

"That's why I'm here. To take care of business so you can be a boss and have a love life!" He successfully pushes me into the life, presses the basement level button and quickly rushes out.

The lift doors swiftly close, putting an end to our battle of wills. Asshole! I huff at Marcel's audacity as I pick my bags up off the floor. I straighten out my clothes and hair. I may have just been defeated but it doesn't mean I have to look it.

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(Scared To Be Lonely - Martin Garrix)
Do we need somebody
Just to feel like we're alright?
Is the only reason you're holding me tonight
'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

"Cause we're scared to be lonely?" I sing along softly with Dua Lipa's beautiful voice as I run on the treadmill. The beat drops and I push myself into a strint for the last 30 seconds of my workout. I decided to do cardio today to make up the days I skipped and to burn off some of my sexual frustration. When my 30 seconds are up I slow down into a jog and then into a comfortable walk. Time to cool down and stretch.