Page 7 of Consumed By Desire
“Don’t be having flashbacks on my sofa, heffa!” I tell her, and we both fall out laughing.
“Okay, okay, don’t change the subject. Let’s get back to the Legend story. This man showed up at your house at booty call hours, drunk, and then passed out on your sofa?”
“Yes, girl,” I say, going back to the story I called her over here to talk about. As soon as two brain cells began working, again I called Trinitee because she is my girl, and I needed to talk to someone.
“The refrigerator!” She cuts me off again.
“Yes, I told you we were in the kitchen,”
“Yeah, but you didn’t get to the part where my brother had you hemmed up on the refrigerator,”
“Cause you keep interrupting me,”
“Sorry,” she says, but I can tell she is not sorry at all. When I get to the end, it is utter silence.
“And have you?”
“Have I what?”
“Touched yourself?”
“No,” I whisper, and Trin lets out a squeal.
“Girl, that man said stop playing with that pussy, and you belong to me! I like when a man takes charge!”
“You really are slow!”
“Am not. Your ass is just stubborn as hell instead of just giving in to what you want. I don’t know why you are fighting so hard against it. Legend is a good man. He works hard, and he’s got money, so you don’t have to worry about him trying to go after yours,”
“You know why, Trin.”
“Your mother was an insecure narcissistic bitch! You are too old to still be holding on to the bullshit she drilled into your head,” Trin says, immediately upset.
“Calm down, friend,” I say, hoping she and I don’t dissolve down to the same argument we’ve had for years now.
“I will not, and you will not change the subject. What happened was not your fault. You were not being grown or being overly sexual, hell you weren’t being sexual at all! Lamont was a fucking pedophile, and instead of your mother protecting you, she blamed you instead of admitting her husband was a piece of shit. Then, for years after she drilled in your head to keep your sexuality on so tight a leash, you have denied your true nature. It’s bull shit! Live friend. I felt for years my desires were perverse and needed to be hidden, and then I learned of a lifestyle that not only accepted what I desired but celebrated it. It was one of the most freeing moments of my life, and finding a dom in Kruze, girl, chef’s kiss. I will never again hide or minimize who I am or what I want to make the next bitch comfortable. Let Legend be the brat tamer you and I both know he is,” she says, taking a big gulp from her wine glass.
“I told you that lifestyle isn’t for me,” I argue.
“Yeah, I heard that lie the first time you said it,”
“I hate you,”
“You love me. And I know you indeed do like that lifestyle. You beat me to the club every time and if that isn’t proof enough the fact that that man told you not to touch yourself and you kept your hands to yourself. Bitch try that with someone else. Girl, it’s okay. Please allow yourself to be who you are, and who you want to be. Now back up and tell me about when he had you pinned against the frig again,” she says, waggling her eyebrows.
Legend
“What the fuck did you do last night!” Eli all but screeches the moment I walk into the office.
“Good morning to you, too,”
“Good morning? I have had cops in here all morning looking for you. Apparently, they have a warrant for your arrest for assault! What happened?”
“Nothing,” I tell him. “I’ll handle it now until they come and get me let’s see if we can get this prototype working.” I already got a call from the police when I left Shannon’s house this morning. As soon as I got off of the phone I contacted my lawyer to handle the situation. But I think I figured out what has been the issue the entire time after I left her penthouse this morning.
“Are you really not going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“It was a minor misunderstanding. My lawyer is handling it. Now, can we get to work, please?” I ask, praying that Eli lets it go. Luckily for me, he does, and we get to work.