"Whoo that was great!"
"Yeah I guess." I said pulling to covers over me and turning on my side.
"You guess?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Well Drake your game has been...off."
"What?!"
"Just saying."
"You think you could find someone better?"
"I don't know. Maybe. It's just it's not exciting anymore."
"What do you mean, Nicki?"
"I mean, it's... the same. You get hard, kiss me all over, fuck me, and then it's over."
"What do we need to do? Dress up, role play?"
"I don't want you to fuck me, I want you to make LOVE to me."
"I thought I was doing that."
"I hope every time that you'd do better."
"Oh."
"Sorry Drake, just how I feel."
"Goodnight." He said turning over.
"Ugh!" I said turning over as well.
------------------- Nicki's Dream
"Uh!!!!! Fuck! Yessss!!!" We we going hard and steady.
"Damn! Nicki."
"Make love to me baby!!!"
"Yesssss! Fuck yes!"
"Mmmmmmmm. Baby! I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"Cum to daddy baby."
"Ahhhhhh!" I released my all to him.
"IMMA bust baby!"
"Bust baby!"
"Ahhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssss! FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!"
"Yes Safaree!!!!!"
"Ahhhh!"
"I love you."
"I love you too Safaree."
I sprung up from my sleep. Why was i thinking about my boss?
------------- Next Day
I woke up to an empty bed like always. Drake likes working out early in the morning. I got out of bed and turned on the shower and stepped in. After about 20 mins, I went to my closet to see what I was going to wear. I chose a pink dress and a matching blazer and gold accessories.
"You wearing your real hair?" Drake said wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I don't know." I said smiling.
"You should." He said turning on the shower.
"Maybe soon."
I chose a long blode wig with black roots.
"Damn, you must really like that goddamn wig!"
"Um, shut up."
"I'm just sayin' Nic, you should show off your real hair."
"And I'm just sayin' maybe soon." I said rubbing on his chest.
"Haha, okay babe." He said kissing my forehead.
I checked the time.
"Shit, I gotta go babe."
"Okay love. I'll see you later."
"Okay, I'll call you on my lunch." I said leaving the bedroom. I went downstairs to the garage. 7:45. I gotta be there by 8:30. Looks like I'll be driving Aventador. I started the car and pulled out the garage. I got to work at 8.24. I chose valet. Didn't feel like finding a parking spot. I raced to the elevator to find a strange guy licking his lips and staring at me. I was almost at my floor, but he decided to open his mouth.
"So shawty---"
DING!!!
"Sorry can't talk this is my floor." I said walking out of the elevator. I walked to my desk and sat down in relief. I needed a few seconds to release but someone called my office phone.
"Ms. Maraj, your 8:45 is here."
"Send him in."
This tall light skin dude came in with his charts and briefcase.
"Hello Ms---"
"Mrs." I corrected.
"Mrs. Maraj. I have a great idea for the magazine---"
"Okay first off, dont ever start off an interview like that. You acknowledge the person, state your name, a brief summary about yourself, then tell me your 'great idea' for the magazine. Now start over."
"Okay. Hello, Mrs. Maraj. My name is Christopher Brown and I am a advertisement specialist. I believe with my techniques and experience that I can help sales and popularity of the magazine."
"That's great! Now go on." I said sitting back in my chair and folding my arms.
"Okay..." His voiced trailed on.
I wasn't really listening to the boy. I think I have a little too much going on right now. Like that dream of me and my boss. Us? Having sex? Wow. He is cute. Fine. Just my type. Then I have to remember I married. To my high school sweetheart. Who isn't to bad himself. But I love when Mr. Samuels calls me Ms. Maraj. I like that. Ms. Maraj, Ms. Maraj.
"Ms. Maraj?" Chris said looking at me.
"Oh I'm sorry yes?"
"So what do you think?"
"Listen, I think you're very good. All I can say is we will give you a call very soon." I said smiling.
"Are you serious? Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
"Thanks again." He said walking out of my office.
I sighed and put my head on my desk.
"Knock Knock."
I looked up and there he was Mr. Safaree Samuels. 168 pounds of unmarried, chocolate sexiness.
"Hi. How are you?"
"Great. How did the interview go?"
"It was good." I said fidiling with my ring.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing just a little sleepy."
"Oh. Well, I came in here to tell you that there is a magazine expo next month on the 15th that you need to be at."
I sighed. "Yes sir."
"If you don't want to go, I can get Cassie to do it."
"Oh no no! You know she can't handle pressure." I said laughing. He started laughing too.
"I saw your Lambo. Pink?"
"Yes? Problem?"
"Nahh, I just think it's cute. Cute like a Barbie." He said eyeing my Barbie necklace. He got up and walked out of my office.
"See ya later, Onika."
Damn, Safaree.
