I? Okay, I got it now. Canal Street, yeah, on Canal Street, and this son of a bitch rear ended me. Send the fuckin’ cops.”
“I didn’t rear end you, you idiot! You pulled out in front of me!”
“Like hell I did! You’re going to jail!”
“Okay, sir, please stop speaking to the other gentleman and tell me what’s going on. First, I need to know if you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, but this bastard won’t be for long. He’s got a piece of shit car, barely a scratch! Meanwhile, mine looks like a smashed tin can. He’s got no fuckin’ insurance either, probably. I’m about to beat his fawkin’ ass!”
“Sir, I will send the police so you can fill out a police report about the incident. Please just—”
“We don’t need the cops!” The guy in the back yelled. “This isn’t an emergency, waste of tax dollars. It’s a little bump. He’s exaggerating.”
“This is definitely an emergency because his keister is going to be in the E.R. I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch! Where’d you learn to drive? Underwater? You totaled my Audi with your little wind-up toy Nissan, fuckin’ asshole!”
Suri ran her hand along one of her bubble ponytails. She had her hair braided on the sides, the ponytails threaded with gold ribbons and clay beads. After a good yawn and having had enough of the back and forth bickering between the two guys, she interrupted.
“Sir, please stop cursing and don’t threaten the other party. It’s understandable that you’re upset, but in order for me to assist you, I need you to try your best to stop engaging. Tune him out and answer some questions for me.” Suri went on to confirm the additional information she needed, send out an officer, and finish the call. When it was all said and done, her damn ears were practically burning from the guy’s screaming and carrying on. Not only that, her stomach was growling. She remembered her breakfast had been nothing more than a cup of tea with honey.
To top things off, she’d hardly gotten any sleep the last couple of days, and work was moving at a snail’s pace. It wasn’t even ten in the morning yet, but it felt as if she’d been at work for twenty hours straight. Perhaps she was distracted… She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as the memory of King knocking her walls the hell out flooded her mind like the Hudson. Even after two days, she could still feel where he’d been deep inside of her. Long. Fat. And that hook of his… whew!
Damn.
He knew exactly how to work it, too… Amazing lover.
Thoughts of King kept dancing in her head like sugarplums the night before Christmas. Since that night, she couldn’t get him out of her mind.
“Simone.” She popped up out of her chair, ignoring her pulsating peach and the heat that now radiated through her like a struck match, and waved to her co-worker one cubicle over. The gorgeous ebony woman with long ginger-red braids reared back in her seat, pink paper straw in her mauve-painted mouth as she sucked hard on a Sprite soda. She clutched the can with nails that looked like black eagle talons.
“What’s up?”
“I’m about to go on break. If Trice asks, tell her I’ll be right back.” Simone nodded then scooted back into her cubicle, out of sight. Suri slipped her gargantuan thrift store boho bag over her shoulder, grabbed her beige corduroy jacket, and headed towards one of the lesser used conference rooms. Once she ensured it was empty, she crept inside and locked the door. She looked out the vast window, catching her reflection. Her head looked as if it was filled with clouds. Lips curling at the ends like sun-dried scrolls, she recalled the painting on the wall, done in her image.
She is me, I am she. We are we.
She took in the view of the city. Striking. Though she was born and raised right there, she never got tired of admiring the cityscape, travelling to the various boroughs, finding new places to dine, explore, and unwind. She had become one with the beauty of the noise, hustle and bustle, and day to day grind. At times, she resented the city for life here was always an uphill battle, but in the end, she knew the climb was worth it. On a sigh, she pulled out one of the mulberry colored chairs that smelled as if it had just come from a furniture