Dirty Little Secrets 2 by Deja King

Author:Deja King [King, Deja]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fiction, Man-woman relationships, Social Science, Drugs and sex - New York (State) - New York, African American Studies, General, Literary, New York, African American women, Drugs and sex, Ethnic Studies, New York (State)
ISBN: 9780312354077
Publisher: New York : St. Martin's Griffin, 2006.
Published: 2006-05-30T05:00:00+00:00

I woke up spooned against Ian, dreading the rest of my day before it had even started. I tossed and turned all night due to T-Roc’s face flashing through my mind. It was too late to come clean with Ian about my past encounter with T-Roc, especially after our bathroom episode. But at the same time I wasn’t going to let T-Roc dangle our relationship over my head. I had to settle this situation with T-Roc once and for all, which meant I needed to get home and get my mind right before my two-o’clock phone call. Right when I was about to slide out of bed, Ian’s erect penis was rubbing against my butt, meaning it was time for his morning fix. As I slowly moved out of the bed, Ian grabbed me, pulling me toward him. “Where you think you’re going?”

“Baby, I have a million things to do this morning. I have to get home.”

“What? You better get your pretty ass back in this bed.” I fell back in Ian’s arms, giving him an impetuous kiss before jumping out of the bed.

“Ian, you know I have finals this week; please don’t give me a hard time.” Finals were actually the following week, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Damn, I have a photo shoot for my Reebok ad, and I wanted you to come with me.”

“How about I call you after my final and I’ll meet you there. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, that works, but you better come.”

“I will; I promise.”

On the way home I sat in a cab replaying exactly what I planned to say to T-Roc. There was no way I was going to let him ruin my relationship with Ian. He was the best thing to happen to me in so long, and T-Roc wasn’t going to suck me into whatever sick game he was trying to play. By the time the cab pulled up in front of my building, I had my T-Roc speech all worked out.

I paced back and forth in my living room as the clock ticked closer to two. I knew T-Roc said to call him by two, but I figured if I called him closer to the cutoff time, then maybe he wouldn’t know how shook he had me. I took a deep breath before picking up the cordless phone and dialed his number. The phone rang once, then twice. “Hello,” a distinct voice said.

“Hi, can I speak to T-Roc?” I asked, although I knew it was him on the phone.

“Speaking. Who’s this?”

“Tyler.”

“Right at two. I’m sure you purposely pushed the time.”

“No, I just walked in the house.”

“Whatever you say, Tyler.” His confidence aggravated the hell out of me. I wanted this conversation over with so I could forget I ever had a crush on a man named T-Roc.

“Listen, I’m gonna make this quick because I have somewhere I need to be. Last night was a big mistake. I had a few glasses of champagne, which made my thinking skills zero. As far as what took place a few months ago, it is in the past and that is where it should stay.

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