A Rich Man's Wife by Watkins Jessica N

Author:Watkins, Jessica N. [Watkins, Jessica N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Published: 2022-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

Zuri Turner

As soon as we got to Jerk Villa, Bianca and I went to the bathroom first to wash our hands.

“You see them fine niggas at the bar?” Bianca asked, adjusting her cleavage.

It was refreshing seeing her out of that uniform. Her femininity was finally exposed in the low-cut cropped top and distressed high-waisted jeans.

“Yeah, I think I saw one of them with a firemen’s t-shirt on.”

“Oooo , a nigga with benefits!” she squealed.

Laughing, I started to smooth out my dress. I hadn't changed after work since Bianca wanted to meet right away.

Running my hands over my backside, I inhaled sharply.

“What?” Bianca asked.

Eyes wide, I said, “I don’t have any panties on!” My heart began to beat feverishly as Bianca started cracking up. “Did I leave them in visitation?!”

“Hell nah. I checked,” I told her.

“Then where are they?”

“Damn, that nigga fucked you so good that you lost your drawls!” Bianca cackled.

“Shut up,” I blushed, digging in my purse for my lipstick.

Since there were some men in the building, I figured I’d spruce myself up. I wasn’t divorced yet, but I was closer to it than I ever had been. More and more each day, it was becoming obvious that I needed to get used to being single again.

“Bitch, he fucked the shit outta you,” Bianca snickered.

Frowning, I squealed, “Ewe, were you watching?!”

She scowled, fixing her bob in the mirror. “Hell nah.”

I cringed, applying my lipstick. “Was I loud?”

“No, but that damn table was. It was scraping across the floor like a motherfucka.” Then she started scooting across the bathroom floor, making an irritating imitation of squeaky noises.

“Oh my God,” I groaned shamefully. “I feel like a fucking prostitute.”

Turning away from the mirror, Bianca looked at me like I was being goofy. “Why? He’s not paying you for the pussy. He’s paying me.”

“Exactly! He’s buying my pussy. That’s a prostitute. You’re my pimp.”

Shrugging, she said, “And you better not say shit. Don’t stop my bag.”

Laughing, I shook my head and turned away from the mirror.

As we made our way out of the bathroom, Bianca was still giggling. “If Rashaad only knew… Babyyyy .”

My face instantly bawled up. “Fuck, Rashaad.”

“Thank you! Finally,” Bianca agreed as we walked through the restaurant. Besides the bar full of possible firemen, the restaurant wasn’t since it was a Tuesday evening. So, we had their attention as we sashayed towards the table the hostess had given us. Bianca put some extra sway in her hips so dramatically that I had to giggle.

“When are you gonna leave his ass anyway?” she asked me as we sat down.

“Soon.” The fact that I was even comfortable fucking another man had shown me that I no longer had respect for Rashaad. He had taken everything from me, including my esteem for him. “I called him a bitch the other day.”

Bianca’s eyes bulged. “Whaaaat ? Your new man is giving you that ‘fuck it’ energy.”

I blushed, shaking my head, “He is not my man.”

She smirked questionably as she looked over the menu. “What is he then?”

“A workplace booty call that I need to stop fucking.

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