SHARIECE
I wanted to jump clean out of my skin if not the nearest window when I caught a whiff of Deandre’s cheap-ass, bargain-bin cologne. “I will erase the video if you kiss me first.”
I would have preferred to kiss a skunk’s ass than Deandre.
“If I kiss you, will you give me the flash drive?”
“Sure, baby, anything you want,” he said as he drew in close to me, putting his grimy-ass hands on me. I trusted Deandre about as far as I could throw him.
“One kiss,” I told him.
I braced myself as he came closer. I balled both of my hands into a fist as he kissed me. I made my lips tight, so he wouldn’t try to stick his nasty tongue in my mouth. I wouldn’t touch someone like Deandre to scratch him, but I didn’t have a choice if I wanted what I came for. I shut my eyes tight wishing I was anywhere other than his apartment. The smell of onions on his breath that he attempted to mask with an Altoid was enough to make me dry-heave. I didn’t object when I felt him grab my booty, but a small price to pay to save Emjay and me.
“Okay, you got your damn kiss; now where’s the flash drive?” When Deandre tugged me hard against him, I could feel his hard-on against my thigh. His hands tightened like a vise grip on my ass. I could feel his dick pressing against my thigh. “Get the fuck off me.”
“Girl, stop tripping, damn. We had a deal.” His hands felt like iron braces on my arm. This bastard was losing his mind. “You give me what I want, you get what you want.”
My heart was pumping crazy in my chest. I had wandered into a snake’s den, and it was up to me on whether or not I was going to get bitten. Deandre kept kissing me, licking my neck and chest. Like I said, jump out of my skin. I thought back to when all this had started, wishing I could go back into a time machine to that day we were in my office. It was because of me we were in this situation.
When Deandre tore at my blouse, I pushed him off me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I like it a little rough,” Deandre said, as he cut me a devil-slick grin.
“I’m not doing this.” Deandre looked at me with a menacing glare.
“I love a bitch that plays hard to get.” He started to rip at my blouse again.
“Get off me!” I screamed. We struggled. Deandre threw me down on the sofa, got on top of me and pushed his hand up under my skirt, trying to get at my panties.
“Whatcho got for me, Mrs. Santa.”
I tried to push him off me, but his hold was too strong.
“Get off!” I scratched him across his face as hard as I could.
“Fucking bitch.” Deandre backhanded me across the face. The sting was instant. I could taste blood forming in my mouth as he manhandled me with brute force. The fear I felt turned to rage, so with all my strength, I kicked him in the balls with my knee. When he braced his balls in pain, I threw him off me onto the floor, causing the bottle and wineglasses to tumble to the floor.
“You goddamn bitch.” When he tried to make his way up on his feet, I took the stem of one of the broken wineglasses and slashed him across the chest. Deandre felt at his chest where I drew blood. “Bitch, I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
“You move and I’ll slice your fuckin’ throat.” Deandre looked at me and knew I meant every word I said. “Now where the fuck is the flash drive?”
“I’m fucking bleeding,” he said.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I huffed. “I’m not going to ask your ass again.”
“It’s in my book bag over there in the recliner.”
“If you move, I’ll shove this in your stomach.” I rushed over to the desk where a blue backpack sat in a Lay-Z-Boy. I rummaged through it until I found the flash drive.
“You ain’t nothing but a fucking tease.”
I noticed his laptop that was sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Is this the only copy?”
“Fuck you.”
I took the broken-off stem from the wineglass and ran it along the other right side of his face that was scratched. “I asked you a question. Is this the only copy?”
“Yeah, damn, that’s the only copy,” Deandre said, holding his hand up to his face. I didn’t cut him deep, but enough to draw blood. I took his laptop and slammed it on the kitchen floor. I made my way to the door. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. “Take your underwear off.”
“What?”
“You heard me; take off your underwear. I don’t want you chasing after me after I leave, so take them off.”
Deandre was hesitant, but he did what I told him.
I laughed when I caught a glimpse of his circus peanut-size dick. “Are you serious? Is that what you were going to fuck me with?”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Oh, you wish, motherfucker.” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough as I jumped in my car and hauled ass.