"What the hell took you so long? Kelsa’s here! She’s upstairs taking a shower!" he whispered.
"What?" Persha said, her eyes darting over Clarke’s shoulder.
Clarke could see the alarm in her eyes. She was nervous, and he hoped she could tell just how mad he was.
"Man, Shorty, you fucked up! Where you been anyway?"
"I had to go to a store to find some condoms!"
"See, I told your ass let’s do it one last time, but no, you had to go find your fucking condoms. Now look what you’ve done. I probably gotta go upstairs and fuck her now!" he huffed.
Persha jumped back. "What?" she all but screamed.
"Ssssshhhhhhh! You want her to hear us? This is your fault! She caught me up in here in my draws watching a flick. I told her I was horny as hell. What else could I tell her?"
"I thought you guys didn’t have sex anymore. That’s what you told me," She whispered, hot and heavy.
"Persha, don’t go getting all-soft on me now. You know I don’t fuck her anymore. But how else was I supposed to explain the way she found me and this place. She’s not stupid you know."
"Clarke?" Persha and Clarke heard a voice called as they turned and looked toward the stairway. "Is somebody there?" Kelsa’s voice asked.
"Nah, baby, that’s the TV," Clarke answered. "I’m about to come on up. You showered yet?"
"No, I’m about to. Give me a few minutes. I’ll be ready soon."
"Okay," Clarke answered.
He looked back at Persha and shrugged. "So what’s up?" he asked.
"Let’s just go get a room," she said.
He frowned. "Go get a what? A room? What a brotha wanna spend cash for something he could get right here for free?"
Persha had a puzzled look on her face. She was speechless.
"Look, you can stay here tonight. Just wait ‘till I close the door and sneak up to your room. I’ll turn the radio on. But you’ve got to be late tomorrow, because Kelsa won’t leave for class until about six o‘clock. Cool?" Persha didn’t answer. "Shorty? What’s up?" he asked, keeping an eye on the staircase.
"I don’t want you to sleep with her tonight," Persha admitted.
"What?" Looking into Persha’s eyes, Clarke told himself not to feel bad. After all, he was doing what he had to, he reasoned. It was her screw up to begin with.
"Clarke, I mean it. You said yourself you don’t love her anymore. You’re leaving her, so I don’t think you should be having sex with her."
For a moment he wondered if she knew what she was saying. Kelsa was his wife. How was she expecting him not to sleep with her? Realizing his time was running out, he reached for Persha and kissed her passionately.
"Okay, you’re right," he said in defeat. "I’ll just tell her my head hurts. But that means you’re gonna square a brotha away later, right?"
She nodded and watched as he reluctantly walked up the stairs to go and be with his wife.
~ Persha
Persha bolted up from bed and glanced around the darkened room. Her heart was racing and she felt horrible. She eased back onto the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. The images haunted her thoughts, so her eyes snapped open and she glanced around the room again.
"There!" she whispered. "I know I heard something that time." She strained to hear, but all was quiet. Again, she eased her body back onto the bed and pulled the covers up around herself.
Persha couldn’t sleep a wink. Throughout the night she continued to toss and wonder what was going on merely a few feet from the room she was occupying. This time when she sat up, she swung her feet around and got up out of bed. She took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle. She eased the door open and glanced down the hall in both directions. She tiptoed her way out of the room and crept up to Clarke and his wife’s bedroom door.
With her ear pressed against the door, she held her breath and pushed her ear up as far against the door as it would go. Despite her struggle, she didn’t hear a thing. Frustrated, she crept back to her room and quietly closed the
"What?" Persha said, her eyes darting over Clarke’s shoulder.
Clarke could see the alarm in her eyes. She was nervous, and he hoped she could tell just how mad he was.
"Man, Shorty, you fucked up! Where you been anyway?"
"I had to go to a store to find some condoms!"
"See, I told your ass let’s do it one last time, but no, you had to go find your fucking condoms. Now look what you’ve done. I probably gotta go upstairs and fuck her now!" he huffed.
Persha jumped back. "What?" she all but screamed.
"Ssssshhhhhhh! You want her to hear us? This is your fault! She caught me up in here in my draws watching a flick. I told her I was horny as hell. What else could I tell her?"
"I thought you guys didn’t have sex anymore. That’s what you told me," She whispered, hot and heavy.
"Persha, don’t go getting all-soft on me now. You know I don’t fuck her anymore. But how else was I supposed to explain the way she found me and this place. She’s not stupid you know."
"Clarke?" Persha and Clarke heard a voice called as they turned and looked toward the stairway. "Is somebody there?" Kelsa’s voice asked.
"Nah, baby, that’s the TV," Clarke answered. "I’m about to come on up. You showered yet?"
"No, I’m about to. Give me a few minutes. I’ll be ready soon."
"Okay," Clarke answered.
He looked back at Persha and shrugged. "So what’s up?" he asked.
"Let’s just go get a room," she said.
He frowned. "Go get a what? A room? What a brotha wanna spend cash for something he could get right here for free?"
Persha had a puzzled look on her face. She was speechless.
"Look, you can stay here tonight. Just wait ‘till I close the door and sneak up to your room. I’ll turn the radio on. But you’ve got to be late tomorrow, because Kelsa won’t leave for class until about six o‘clock. Cool?" Persha didn’t answer. "Shorty? What’s up?" he asked, keeping an eye on the staircase.
"I don’t want you to sleep with her tonight," Persha admitted.
"What?" Looking into Persha’s eyes, Clarke told himself not to feel bad. After all, he was doing what he had to, he reasoned. It was her screw up to begin with.
"Clarke, I mean it. You said yourself you don’t love her anymore. You’re leaving her, so I don’t think you should be having sex with her."
For a moment he wondered if she knew what she was saying. Kelsa was his wife. How was she expecting him not to sleep with her? Realizing his time was running out, he reached for Persha and kissed her passionately.
"Okay, you’re right," he said in defeat. "I’ll just tell her my head hurts. But that means you’re gonna square a brotha away later, right?"
She nodded and watched as he reluctantly walked up the stairs to go and be with his wife.
~ Persha
Persha bolted up from bed and glanced around the darkened room. Her heart was racing and she felt horrible. She eased back onto the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. The images haunted her thoughts, so her eyes snapped open and she glanced around the room again.
"There!" she whispered. "I know I heard something that time." She strained to hear, but all was quiet. Again, she eased her body back onto the bed and pulled the covers up around herself.
Persha couldn’t sleep a wink. Throughout the night she continued to toss and wonder what was going on merely a few feet from the room she was occupying. This time when she sat up, she swung her feet around and got up out of bed. She took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle. She eased the door open and glanced down the hall in both directions. She tiptoed her way out of the room and crept up to Clarke and his wife’s bedroom door.
With her ear pressed against the door, she held her breath and pushed her ear up as far against the door as it would go. Despite her struggle, she didn’t hear a thing. Frustrated, she crept back to her room and quietly closed the
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