Then after the surprise of seeing me awake her shocked expression turned to lust and I had to step it back.
Yeah I want her, how could I not? But I’m not the guy for her and I’d rather ice my balls for eternity than hurt her again. I meant it. I wasn’t nice. I don’t think I’ve ever been nice. In a perfect world I would tell her I don’t think she’s diseased, but that she’s sweet and beautiful but, I won’t encourage her.
Morning led to afternoon and for me the hours flew by because watching her eased the anger in me. I’ve noticed she does everything easy. Laughs easy, smiles easy and I’d bet she loved easy too. When she abruptly stood up to take a call in the hall, I nodded my consent but listened by the door anyway.
“Hey Tank,” she’d said with a smile in her voice. She knew this man well, but how well? “My calendar just opened up. Is that offer still on the table?” I could feel it coming over me. The red haze coating my vision, my body tensing for a fight and the need to kill the competition. “You know I love surprises! I’m in!”
Taking my seat, I’d schooled my features because it’s what I’m good at. When she walked back in, returned calls to take more bets, it was all I could do not to take the phone and throw it out the god damn window. Then she looked up, grabbed two files and handed them to me.
“Two collections,” she’d said “You get ten percent of whatever you recover. I made you a log in, so once you collect put it in the system and you’ll get paid the next day. Around here no one works for free, so get over it. I’ve got something to do, so you go ahead and handle these, you can take my car too. Keys are on the table. Later!”
“You’re not leaving my side, Rion.” I’d told her calmly. “You’re in danger and it’s my job to---”
“It’s your job to collect ,” she interrupted and I’d discovered I didn’t like dismissive Rion. I liked sweet and charitable Rion. Oh hell, I know what this was. I’d hurt her fucking feelings and she was teaching me a lesson. The whore used to do shit like this all the time. Only difference is, with the whore I didn’t give a shit, now I do. “I grew up here, I know these streets. I’ll be armed and with an old friend,” she’d said, standing up, “If you run into trouble call Rio. His numbers on the fridge program it into your phone. I’m taking the night off.”
Walking away she didn’t slam the door but kind of closed it with purpose, which I thought was worse. Probably ten minutes had passed and I was still sitting there stewing. She’d left me to go out with a guy named Tank. Oh the hell she would.
It’s five now, I note checking my watch. I’ll collect and be back here within the hour then I’d tie her to the fucking dining room table if I had to. Taking the night off my ass. She was going out on a date and it wasn’t with me .
‘I'm a dreamer.’
~Diana Ross
I’m not smacking myself in the head for taking Tank up on his offer. Okay, I am. Yes, we’re just friends but Loyal saw right through my bullshit and it’s embarrassing. Bottom line is, I was running. I can’t stay cooped up with him any longer, if I didn’t get out, I was going to dry hump him. I was just dumped by Peter who never was worth a shit anyway, but I needed to feel pretty for a change. I needed to be noticed on equal footing, even if it was with a friend. I thought I handled it politely, stepping out into the hall so he couldn’t hear me. He was more than capable to handle those collections alone and I needed a diversion anyway. The second he leaves, I leave.
When I hear the garage open, I know he’s taking my car and heading out. He needs the cash and I need the collection, so it works. Grabbing my bag, I slip on my flats and haul ass down to the corner of the building so Tank can pick me up. As always, I can hear him before I see him. Tank (AKA Thomas) and I go way back. We grew up together, raised a lot of
Yeah I want her, how could I not? But I’m not the guy for her and I’d rather ice my balls for eternity than hurt her again. I meant it. I wasn’t nice. I don’t think I’ve ever been nice. In a perfect world I would tell her I don’t think she’s diseased, but that she’s sweet and beautiful but, I won’t encourage her.
Morning led to afternoon and for me the hours flew by because watching her eased the anger in me. I’ve noticed she does everything easy. Laughs easy, smiles easy and I’d bet she loved easy too. When she abruptly stood up to take a call in the hall, I nodded my consent but listened by the door anyway.
“Hey Tank,” she’d said with a smile in her voice. She knew this man well, but how well? “My calendar just opened up. Is that offer still on the table?” I could feel it coming over me. The red haze coating my vision, my body tensing for a fight and the need to kill the competition. “You know I love surprises! I’m in!”
Taking my seat, I’d schooled my features because it’s what I’m good at. When she walked back in, returned calls to take more bets, it was all I could do not to take the phone and throw it out the god damn window. Then she looked up, grabbed two files and handed them to me.
“Two collections,” she’d said “You get ten percent of whatever you recover. I made you a log in, so once you collect put it in the system and you’ll get paid the next day. Around here no one works for free, so get over it. I’ve got something to do, so you go ahead and handle these, you can take my car too. Keys are on the table. Later!”
“You’re not leaving my side, Rion.” I’d told her calmly. “You’re in danger and it’s my job to---”
“It’s your job to collect ,” she interrupted and I’d discovered I didn’t like dismissive Rion. I liked sweet and charitable Rion. Oh hell, I know what this was. I’d hurt her fucking feelings and she was teaching me a lesson. The whore used to do shit like this all the time. Only difference is, with the whore I didn’t give a shit, now I do. “I grew up here, I know these streets. I’ll be armed and with an old friend,” she’d said, standing up, “If you run into trouble call Rio. His numbers on the fridge program it into your phone. I’m taking the night off.”
Walking away she didn’t slam the door but kind of closed it with purpose, which I thought was worse. Probably ten minutes had passed and I was still sitting there stewing. She’d left me to go out with a guy named Tank. Oh the hell she would.
It’s five now, I note checking my watch. I’ll collect and be back here within the hour then I’d tie her to the fucking dining room table if I had to. Taking the night off my ass. She was going out on a date and it wasn’t with me .
‘I'm a dreamer.’
~Diana Ross
I’m not smacking myself in the head for taking Tank up on his offer. Okay, I am. Yes, we’re just friends but Loyal saw right through my bullshit and it’s embarrassing. Bottom line is, I was running. I can’t stay cooped up with him any longer, if I didn’t get out, I was going to dry hump him. I was just dumped by Peter who never was worth a shit anyway, but I needed to feel pretty for a change. I needed to be noticed on equal footing, even if it was with a friend. I thought I handled it politely, stepping out into the hall so he couldn’t hear me. He was more than capable to handle those collections alone and I needed a diversion anyway. The second he leaves, I leave.
When I hear the garage open, I know he’s taking my car and heading out. He needs the cash and I need the collection, so it works. Grabbing my bag, I slip on my flats and haul ass down to the corner of the building so Tank can pick me up. As always, I can hear him before I see him. Tank (AKA Thomas) and I go way back. We grew up together, raised a lot of
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