Every Thug Needs a Lady by Wahida Clark

Author:Wahida Clark [Clark, Wahida]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Urban, Fiction & Literature, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, UFS2, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 0758212887
Amazon: B007NPT2W2
Publisher: Wahida Clark Presents Publising
Published: 2012-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Later that morning at work, Angel pulled some files and made photocopies until about eight o’clock, which was when she had planned to call Tasha at her job.

“Physical therapy. This is Denise.”

“Hey Denise, is Roz around? This is Angel.”

“What’s up, girl? Your friend played hooky this morning.”

“I see. I’ll call her on her cell phone. Thanks.” Then she quickly dialed Tasha’s cell.

“Hello,” Angel heard a ton of screams.

“Girl, where are you? It’s 8:00 in the morning.”

“Aaah!” Tasha screamed into the phone.

“Jaheim is about to hit the stage! I’m at the Apollo. I told y’all that Doug Banks was going to be broadcasting live this morning. Angel, girl, you missin’ it.”

“Who else is there?”

“Jaheim, Case, 112, Koffee Brown, and Jesse Powell. Jive-ass Mystical was supposed to be here with his fine ass, but he’s a no-show.”

“Dayum!” Angel whined.

“Don’t cry now, baby. I gots to go.”

“Hey Angel!” Trina yelled into the phone.

“Wait!” Angel yelled. “Guess what?”

“What?” Tasha was anxious to hang up.

“I got my world rocked!” she said, letting out a loud, happy sigh of relief.

“By who?” asked Tasha.

“Kaylin.”

“Kay?” She sounded surprised.

“Yup, I spent the night at his house last night.”

“You’re lying.”

“Swear to God.”

“Oh shit! Angel finally got some. I don’t believe it. So how was he?”

“Off the chain!”

“Off the chain because you ain’t had none in a decade or ’cause the brotha got skills?”

“Skills, baby.”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Twelve! Nigga had me crying and shit.”

“Oh my God! I don’t believe what I’m hearing. I am so glad you finally got some. Where are you?”

“At work.”

“You ain’t right. Najee is gonna look at you and be able to tell. Just watch.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Watch, I gotta go. Call me at home tonight.”

“A’ight.”

“Peace.”

About half an hour after she spoke to Roz, Angel’s phone rang. “This is Ms. Smith.”

“Good morning, beautiful.” She was turned on by Kay’s deep voice, which she always found to be very sexy.

“Good morning Kaylin.”

“How’d you get to work?” he asked, still sounding half-asleep. “I took a taxi.”

“You talkin’ ’bout me leavin’ you lonely. You left me lonely. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you were sleeping so peacefully. Besides, if I woke you up I doubt if I would have made it to work.”

“Sounds like you feel how I’m feelin’.”

“I enjoyed myself last night, a little embarrassed about the crying though. I’ve never done that before. That must have been eleven months of anxiety that you were breaking down.”

“I’m ready to break it down some more. What time is your lunch?”

“Any time I decide to take it. Why? What do you have in mind?” she asked. She was biting down on her bottom lip at the thought of cumming like she did the night before, repeatedly and with intensity.

“I wanna break down some more of that anxiety. What time can I come pick you up?”

“Twelve will be fine.”

“I’ll be out front with bells on.”

“Bye Kay. ”

Angel got busy again, doing research on the computer and re-turning some phone calls.

Around 10:30, Kisha called her into the lobby. “This

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