is. He knows that. He is low key blackmailing my ass. She hissed, turned away and made her way towards her desk. She snatched up her desk phone.
“Bela, hey… I am leaving for an early lunch. Please let Mike and Janet know, just in case. I will be back in time for my 1:00 p.m. appointment.”
“Okay, Ms. Prince. Have a good lunch. I will see you later.”
“Thank you.” She hung up the phone.
Grabbing her purse, she headed to the elevator and pushed the ‘L’ for lobby. When she got to the first floor, she traveled to the ladies’ restroom. She stared at herself in the mirror above the sparkling white sinks, trying to remember who she even was…
What am I doing?! He’s treating me as if he is a puppeteer and I am on Sesame Street. A little part of me wants to see him, God knows why. Yes, I do. I’m just as sick as he is! Now you know you shouldn’t meet him! He’s a control freak, getting some revolting thrill out of doing this to me. She barked at herself, switching from first to second person in her mind like someone with a personality disorder. You are giving him access to you. On the other hand, maybe if we have this face-to-face, he will then leave me alone. Stick to the agreement. He said he would but honestly, I don’t know what to believe. Although I believe I’m a good judge of character. Regardless, you, Yasmine Prince, are not going to be toyed with. No matter what he says, this is it for you. Let’s just get it over with.
She retrieved her mauve lipstick from her purse and reapplied it, then tossed it back, her temper flaring. She ran her fingers through her loose curls, fluffing her tresses out, then tucked some strands behind her ear, exposing a small gold hoop earring.
After washing her hands and applying lotion, she left the building, her chin up, back straight, and her core heated with indignation. She walked to the sporty blue car, the passenger window slightly cracked and the sounds of ‘Juice’ by Iyla pouring out.
The robust aroma of cherry-laced cigar smolder greeted her as his driver’s side car door slowly opened. A thick cloud of white smoke wafted out as if he were Satan himself, on a vacation from Hell making his grand appearance. Nixon emerged like a vampire once the sun set, tugged at the hem of his black business coat, and stepped to her, his oversized ego dripping in abundance. He glided past her as if she were not standing there at all, invisible. In fact, his opaque azure eyes did not land on her ever. With the coolness of an ice cube, he opened the passenger’s side door, cigar in hand. Then, a nauseating, twisted smirk creased his fucking face that she dreamed of smacking off.
That’s the same mouth that ate my pussy like it was the cure to cancer…
“Get in.”
She gritted her teeth, ignoring how soppy her panties felt when she saw the vampiric bastard emerge from his fancy coffin on wheels and got a whiff of his scent. She pressed her shoulder into his chest, an act of aggression that didn’t appear to faze him. This car must’ve cost a fortune. Inside the car, she crossed her legs then jumped when he got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. Nixon leaned back on the black leather seat. He looked good enough to eat in his fancy suit. He turned the steering wheel, slowly pulling away from the curb in one smooth maneuver.
“Just so you know, Nixon, you are not running anything in regard to me and this situation. I’m here of my own accord. I’m not helpless. I’m in control and you don’t have the upper hand. I need to make that perfectly clear. Just know that. I am doing this so it can finally be over, once and for all. After today, don’t send me any more flowers. In fact, don’t contact me at all.” She crossed her arms over her purse, looking straight out the windshield. Out the corner of her eye she caught him nod. Weird. She expected more from him. A protest, an obscene jab, terse words. But she received nothing bar the drifting scent of smoke and complacency. He turned up the volume when Kaiit came on the airwaves with ‘Miss Shiney’.
He likes this newish neo-soul sound, I see… I love this song. I hate