Chapter 5
The Bitch in Me
Last night when I went to bed, I waited until Dexter decided to join me before turning off the television. I was looking at one of my favorite television shows, Law & Order. I could look at that show every day of the week and still not get bored. I waited until Dexter finished cutting his hair because I was horny and I wanted that dick. It was a long Sunday. I had spent too much time sitting around thinking about Travis. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. I couldn’t stop thinking about this man. I could feel him sucking my breasts and kissing me. Most of the day, my panties were sticking to me because I was wet from my body automatically lubricating itself. My mind was glued to Travis sexing me. I could feel his hands playing with my clit. I wasn’t crazy. I just wanted him.
When Dexter entered the bed, I grabbed his ass and began playing with his dick. I even decided to give him a little head. As I sucked and slurped he put his hand on top of my head and tried to control my movements. “Oh, baby, what the hell are you doing? This feels so good.”
He was so excited, he almost climaxed too soon. But I helped him slow down his rhythm. I knew he was shocked and, truth be told, this was a once-in-a-lifetime gift and he would not experience my mouth on his dick again anytime soon. If he didn’t kiss mine, I would never kiss his again and that shit you could count on. So I tried to make him go crazy and I succeeded. His dick was so hard when he entered me I started screaming from the minute he was inside of me. Shit was feeling good. He was moving in and out, up and down in me, and we were both going crazy with desire. But I still didn’t get my pussy sucked.
I also knew that Travis started that shit because it was really him I wanted. All that passion that came from deep inside my heart was for another man. I had to have him. I was going to burst with emotion and lust unless that man gave me his body. I wasn’t sure if I just wanted him to fuck me or if I wanted him to love me. This shit was becoming more and more cloudy.
When I awoke Monday morning, I was in a foul mood. I decided to wear my black wool two-piece sweater suit to face this cold October morning. I also grabbed a pair of black boots. I had to take pictures of my shoes and put them on the front of their boxes, so I would know which pair was in each box. I loved shoes, and I purchased so many in the same color from the same shoe store. I had to figure out a way to identify each pair before going through so many boxes and wasting my time and energy by picking the wrong shoes.
My girlfriend, Pamela, swore that when I wore the color black and boots I was feeling blue. She said that in theory I was setting myself up to kick ass. I wasn’t sure where she got her theory, but she swore that when I wore that combination, heads would roll.
When I strutted into the office, the first person I saw was Travis. He smiled and stared straight at me.
“Malika, you look nice today.”
“Thank you,” I said as my blood rushed to my cheeks. What was I going to do with this man? Must I cancel his contract to stop my heart from pining for him? Then again, why should he lose part of his income because of my weakness for him? Even though he was here in this office on legitimate business, I couldn’t stop my desires. I was fantasizing more each passing day. This was getting unhealthy. I guessed I was going to have to call my mama again and tell her my heart was betraying me.
Travis grabbed my briefcase and walked me into my office. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah at her desk. She was slamming stuff around and she snapped at Frances as she created a lot of noise. Her actions reflected someone who was upset. She had a little time with him before I arrived and now she was pissed because I had made my grand entrance.
She strutted to my office. “Malika, Samantha called you this morning.”
After I thanked her, she stood in my doorway, staring at Travis. This girl acted worse than I did. She was more struck by love than I was. She was looking at him like he was a barbequed rib. I interrupted that dreamy look in her eye by saying, “You can leave now.”
“Are you in a bad mood today?” she inquired.
“Excuse me?”
“You walked in this morning with your lips poked out and your heels slamming against the hardwood floor as if you were angry. I’m not trying to make you mad, but I can tell you seem out of sorts.”
By now I was steaming. I could see that Travis was stunned by this conversation. I felt disrespected. I felt like striking her. No, I felt like kicking her in her pussy with the pointed toe of my boot, because she was acting like one. But I had to remain calm and professional. I could not allow her to make me look like an ass in front of the man I adored. So I did what I knew how to do well. I asked her, “Did you complete the report that I requested on Friday?”
“I am working on it today.”
“I need it by ten, so I really don’t have time to argue with you this morning.”
She stuck her skinny leg out and smiled. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you and Travis. I will get right on the report.”
She turned and walked her funny-shaped ass out of my office. I’m the fucking boss and this bitch had the audacity to walk her ass into my office and confront me. The more I thought about that shit, the madder I became. “Travis, I’ll be right back.” I walked to Sarah’s office and closed the door.
“Look, you trifling bitch,” I began, “I have had all that I am going to take from you. The next time you walk your black ass into my office and question me, I will fire your ass. Who in the fuck do you think you are? You have one more time and your ass is mine.”
“You are just jealous of me,” she replied. “I can’t believe you cursed me out. I’m calling headquarters on you.”
I picked up the phone and told her I would dial the number. “I didn’t curse your ass out. You can’t complete the assignments that I give you. This is the fifth report that I have asked you for, and I gave you timelines to have them written and completed and each time, you failed. You will get a written warning from me today and the next time you walk your unprofessional, uneducated, wanna-be ass into my office and disrespect me, consider yourself terminated.”
I turned to walk out of her office and suddenly turned around. “Jealous of you, why? You don’t have shit on me, bitch.”
Swinging the door open with force brought a shift of wind in the room and that shit felt good. Yes, it was bold and unprofessional. I knew she wasn’t going to hit me, because if she did I would have had her arrested. I was smart enough to curse her out without witnesses. I also would never risk my professional career by hitting someone. I was willing to allow her to hit me because I would press charges and fire her. She knew I was not afraid of her, but she hated me with a passion and was willing to make my life miserable, because she thought I couldn’t get rid of her. I also knew she wasn’t taping the conversation, because the whole interaction wasn’t planned and she didn’t have time to do anything.
I walked out of her office and almost bumped into Felicia.
“Good morning, Malika, I didn’t know that you were in. You had two calls this morning,” she said while handing me my messages.
“Thank you. Please hold my calls, I will be in a meeting.”
“Okay. After your meeting, I would like to talk to you about one of my clients.”
“I will see you after I meet with Travis about the computers.”
I walked back into my office and pulled the door closed. “Travis, I can’t believe Sarah.”
“I’m not trying to tell you how to run your office, but you may want to consider firing that girl. She constantly disrespects you and you don’t have to take that.”
“I know, but I am trying to do it as professionally as possible. I cannot make a mistake. I want to make sure that she doesn’t have legal ground to stand on.”
“I don’t think she does.”
“If I do this right, she won’t be able to waste my time in court. She is so lawsuit happy. All she talks about is suing people. Right now, I have enough documentation to get rid of her. But I have to go through the steps to make sure it sticks. I have one more step before I fire her. I’m sure she is very close to doing something, so I can let her go.”
“I trust your judgment. I just don’t want anything to happen to you. These women are so treacherous these days. Be careful, okay?”
“I will.”
“Hey, I care about you and the actions of Sarah are irritating to say the least. I’m used to women throwing themselves at me, but her actions are different. It’s as if she knows that I am interested in someone else and she is trying to thwart us from coming together.”
Okay. Let’s analyze this shit. Did he just say what I think? Did this man like me or what? Was he playing with my emotions or did he really care what happened to me? I was even more confused. He always listened to me and he was concerned about my life, unlike Dexter who always said he didn’t want to hear that shit about my workers. But Travis and I could discuss anything.
This woman, Sarah, really despised me. I had never done anything to hurt her. In fact, I let her get away with too much. She had left work undone. I had received complaints from her clients about the way she responded to their needs. I had sat with her to help her work on her files to assure the information was accurate and placed in the right places. I had given her time off to tend to the needs of her six babies. Yes, she was the prime example of a welfare mom; someone tried to help her and this was how she repaid her.
I didn’t think I was better than anyone. I would give my last to help someone in need, but I had one pet peeve. I hated it when I tried to help someone achieve at a higher level and they repaid me by being a total ass. How many people do you think would take this much mouth from a person they had tried to inspire to achieve? Not many. As a matter of fact, with her mouth and innuendos, she wouldn’t have lasted this long anywhere else. But I was too nice. I cared too much. Not this time. I had a reputation to uphold, plus she was after the same man I wanted. This was war!