Don't Mix the Bitter With the Sweet by Gregory Garret

Don't Mix the Bitter With the Sweet by Gregory Garret

Author:Gregory Garret [Garrett, Gregory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street Knowledge Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-09-22T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter Eight

Friday morning, Dontae was chillin’ out at home, watching TV. Still, he was puzzled as to why Naija hadn’t called yet. I wonder did Jasmine give her my number, he thought. It was obvious to him that Naija had a man. But, he still wanted some answers to why she fell off on him. If be, another chance at a relationship. Numerous things pertaining to her, crossed his mind. I bet that pussy still good, he thought, far too many times. He desired her badly next to getting his hands on some fast money.

Deep in a trance, he barely heard the phone ring. He was hesitant at first to answer, feeling it wasn’t for him. Quickly, he changed that thought, realizing it could be just the call he was waiting for. When he picked up the receiver to answer, he almost choked after hearing the voice.

“May I speak to Dontae?” the woman said in a soft voice.

“This is Dontae,” he responded as he tried to recognized the unfamiliar voice on the phone.

“This is Q’Tee. Your remember me?”

“Oooohhh! Hey, what’s up?” Dontae replied, feeling disappointed by it not being Naija.

“Did I call at a bad time?” she asked after hearing the change in his voice.

“No! I was meaning to call you earlier but I’ve been tied up all day,” he lied.

“That’s okay. I’ve been busy myself.”

Deeper into the conversation, Dontae became all smiles. Soon his mind shifted to the physical appearance of Q’Tee that had attracted his attention when they first met. The more they talked, the more desirable she was becoming. It had been a few days since he last had sex and he was feeling a little horny, and he was hoping she was willingly able to meet his needs.

Dontae got in a comfort zone, more so a ‘playa mode’ as he relaxed on the couch, evaluating the situation at hand as to how far she was willing to allow him to go.

“So, when am I gon’ see you again?” Dontae asked in a smooth subtle voice.

“Whenever, now that I have a new car,” she told him.

“Oh yeah! You just full of surprises.”

“Not me. My brother is the one. He bought me a brand new BMW.”

“That was nice of him. Now it shouldn’t be any excuse for you not to come see me,” he proclaimed, baiting her in.

“Mmmhh! Aren’t you persistent,” she said, digging him even more. “Maybe we can work something out.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” Dontae said, then switched the phone to his other ear. “How about hooking up tomorrow, if you’re not too busy.”

“Sounds like you miss me already,” she teased.

“If you only knew,” he said, rubbing his dick, thinking about knocking the bottom out of her pussy.

“I guess I will take that as a yes. It’s a possibility I can come see you around 1:00 p.m. tomorrow.

“Cool. Just call me if anything changes.”

Before hanging up, Dontae gave Q’Tee directions on how to get to his house. After hanging up, he sat on the couch for a couple of minutes, thinking back to when he first met Q’Tee.



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