Baby Can I Upgrade You?

10. Side to Side

Imani

(Side to Side - Ariana Grande)
I've been here all night (Ariana)
I've been here all day (Nick Minaj)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let them hoes know)

"And boy, got me walkin' side to side." I giggle at the end of belting out that last line. I turn my car into my parking spot and wince when I bounce on my seat to the beat out of excitement and stabbing pain shoots through my lady parts and lower abdomen. Shit!

As promised Jay, fixed my car so here I am at work early, grinning like a lovestruck fool. He's such a sweetie pie! He actually made me breakfast in bed, and Lord knows I need the energy to get through today! That boy really did a number on me last night...and it's exactly what I needed, so I'm not complaining.

I switch off my car, gather my belongings and then tentatively step out of my car. I sling my handbag onto my shoulder, take a deep breath and start to walk to the lift. Oh shit! The vibrations walking creates, has the dull ache in my groin radiating hot pain throughout my lower limbs and I have to bite my cheek no to let out a pained whimper. I reach the lift and once inside I double over, catching my breath. Damn JJ and his big dick! Don't get me wrong, he put it down on me in the best way but now I can barely walk! I look down at my pump clad feet, yes I'm wearing flats cause of him, and build up the resolve to get to my office.

I finally stand up straight and press the button for my floor. Please let Marcel not be there, I plead with the man upstairs as the lift heads up to my 12th floor office. That boy is way to nosy and we'll know something is up the moment he sees me in flats. The lift dings it's arrival and the metal doors slide open. I peer my head out first and check that the coast is clear. No Marcel. Thank you Jesus! I shuffling along to my office as fast as possible in my condition and smile victoriously once I make it inside. Mama I made it!

"What's wrong? Why are you limping?" Marcel's suspicious voice sounds behind me. Spoke too soon!

"I-I uhm..." I clear my throat to buy me some time to think of an excuse. Think Ima! Think! "I uh fell in the shower." I quickly answer him and busy myself with putting my stuff down so we don't make eye contact.

"Oh you poor baby. Let me help you." Marcel coos and comes around to help me into my chair. He bought! I try to hide my smile as I accept his help. Marcel leans close to my ear and whispers, "I know how hard falling on dicks can be for old crows like you can be." Fuck my life! Marcel moves out of my reach, laughing his head off as I try to smack him. Oh I hate him so much!

"I hate you! How did you know?!" I groan out between my fingers that are covering my embarrassed face.

"Girl I know a dick walk any day! Plus you're glowing, and nobody glows after a real injury. I figured you must've seen the boy toy last night and it went down in the dm's" Marcel explains obnoxiously and twerks his skinny ass in my face at the end.

Nows my revenge! I reach up and pinch his left butt cheek really hard. "Ow! What the hell Ima!" He shrieks and scurries away from me.

"That's what you get for being too damn nosy!" I reply in a sickly sweet voice.

"You luck I'm too happy you finally got some, otherwise this would be war!" He sticks his tongue out at me childishly. I laugh at him and just shake my head, opening my laptop to start working. "Excuse me Miss, what do you think you're doing?"

"Uhm working?" I give him a confused look, gesturing and my workspace.

"No the hell you're not!" Marcel comes over a snaps my laptop shut. What the hell? "I'm going to make us some mimosas and you're going to tell me EVERYTHING." He proclaims and sashays out to the kitchen I'm guessing. I just shake my head at his retreating form.