was no dummy.
His lyrics were nothing short of
genius.
“None,” he said, “It came with the
house, and I left it this way.”
“If you think I don’t know how
intelligent you really are, you are wrong,” she said.
“Come on, Tite, the whole fucking
world knows how smart you are, but sophisticated as well? A university library
and an English manor might surprise a few people,” she teased.
She browsed through the books.
“Gone With the Wind?”
She snickered and looked at him
with raised eyebrows.
“With the house,” he said,
defensively.
“Living in an English manor,
reading Gone with the Wind.”
She started laughing, louder now.
Suddenly, he was behind her.
“Careful, Jordy.”
He put his hands on her chest,
beneath her dress, and started to stroke the skin below her nipples. He
continued until she was hot and bothered and suddenly stopped.
She looked up to see why he had
stopped so suddenly and saw Tracey. She looked almost irritated with him.
“Today is the day. You told me…”
She cut herself off, looking at Jordy, almost disgusted with what she had just
seen.
“Well, I told you wrong then,
didn’t I?”
He snapped in Jordy’s ear,
intending the venom for Tracey.
“Who the fuck let you in?” he
asked, almost violent at this point.
“J…J…Jessie,” she stammered.
Good, Jordy thought, I am not the
only one who develops a stutter when around him. And, I am not the only one he
is screwing.
Jordy felt the worst pang of jealousy
she had ever felt in her life and smashed it down quickly. He is a rap
superstar, Jordy. He has to have had seen at least a thousand asses by now. You
knew she was screwing someone in that studio, just not the one you were
screwing too. Jordy’s eyes scanned her up and down.
Damn, she was perfect. She had a
perfect face, perfect hair and body to match.
She was prettier than Jordy and she
knew it.
This woman looked like a
supermodel.
Jordy immediately wanted another
Xanax.
She turned to Tite, who was still
holding her from behind, smiled at him and said, “Excuse me.”
She smiled at Tracey and left the
room. She hauled ass down the hall and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, then
immediately back into her dress. She wasn’t letting anyone know how insecure
she felt.
She popped one Xanax and picked up
her phone.
Four new text messages.
Chip told me you were off all week!
Girl, hit me up!
Shit, she forgot Chip and Angie ran
in the same circles.
The next one from Jenny.
Here for ya anytime. I like lunch money .
Jordy rolled her eyes.
A text from Tony.
Now he’s fucked. I will throw a little
wrench in your party .
Oh God, Jordy thought.
The last, from her boss.
Jordy, we hope you are enjoying yourself,
looks like the renovations will extend until Tuesday, see you then .
Fuck , Jordy thought, now I have to deal with this !
She texted Angie back.
I am at a conference to keep my license,
I will call you soon .
To Jenny, she replied:
Thanks again, girl.
I will SEE you soon .
She had to keep that relationship
good.
She was finding herself more and
more pleased with the drug and how it helped her cope with the day to day with
Tite.
How many had she taken today?
4 or 5?
To Tony, she replied boldly:
Act however you want to,
nothing will work .
She knew it was a kick in the teeth
but she was pissed at him anyway for acting like a fool.
Really?
Was he fucking crazy going after
Tite?
To her boss, she responded with:
Okay, boss, hope it’s all going well.
See you then .
“Tracey, you knew I was with
Jordy!” he seethed.
“If you just started a fucking
fire, I will be done with you, bitch.”
He emphasized the last four words.
“Personally or professionally?” she
said, in a joking manner, but she was scared out of her mind.
“You think I won’t get rid of you
altogether? Don’t think Tracey, it’s too hard for you; get the fuck out, now.
Consider yourself on leave personally
His lyrics were nothing short of
genius.
“None,” he said, “It came with the
house, and I left it this way.”
“If you think I don’t know how
intelligent you really are, you are wrong,” she said.
“Come on, Tite, the whole fucking
world knows how smart you are, but sophisticated as well? A university library
and an English manor might surprise a few people,” she teased.
She browsed through the books.
“Gone With the Wind?”
She snickered and looked at him
with raised eyebrows.
“With the house,” he said,
defensively.
“Living in an English manor,
reading Gone with the Wind.”
She started laughing, louder now.
Suddenly, he was behind her.
“Careful, Jordy.”
He put his hands on her chest,
beneath her dress, and started to stroke the skin below her nipples. He
continued until she was hot and bothered and suddenly stopped.
She looked up to see why he had
stopped so suddenly and saw Tracey. She looked almost irritated with him.
“Today is the day. You told me…”
She cut herself off, looking at Jordy, almost disgusted with what she had just
seen.
“Well, I told you wrong then,
didn’t I?”
He snapped in Jordy’s ear,
intending the venom for Tracey.
“Who the fuck let you in?” he
asked, almost violent at this point.
“J…J…Jessie,” she stammered.
Good, Jordy thought, I am not the
only one who develops a stutter when around him. And, I am not the only one he
is screwing.
Jordy felt the worst pang of jealousy
she had ever felt in her life and smashed it down quickly. He is a rap
superstar, Jordy. He has to have had seen at least a thousand asses by now. You
knew she was screwing someone in that studio, just not the one you were
screwing too. Jordy’s eyes scanned her up and down.
Damn, she was perfect. She had a
perfect face, perfect hair and body to match.
She was prettier than Jordy and she
knew it.
This woman looked like a
supermodel.
Jordy immediately wanted another
Xanax.
She turned to Tite, who was still
holding her from behind, smiled at him and said, “Excuse me.”
She smiled at Tracey and left the
room. She hauled ass down the hall and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, then
immediately back into her dress. She wasn’t letting anyone know how insecure
she felt.
She popped one Xanax and picked up
her phone.
Four new text messages.
Chip told me you were off all week!
Girl, hit me up!
Shit, she forgot Chip and Angie ran
in the same circles.
The next one from Jenny.
Here for ya anytime. I like lunch money .
Jordy rolled her eyes.
A text from Tony.
Now he’s fucked. I will throw a little
wrench in your party .
Oh God, Jordy thought.
The last, from her boss.
Jordy, we hope you are enjoying yourself,
looks like the renovations will extend until Tuesday, see you then .
Fuck , Jordy thought, now I have to deal with this !
She texted Angie back.
I am at a conference to keep my license,
I will call you soon .
To Jenny, she replied:
Thanks again, girl.
I will SEE you soon .
She had to keep that relationship
good.
She was finding herself more and
more pleased with the drug and how it helped her cope with the day to day with
Tite.
How many had she taken today?
4 or 5?
To Tony, she replied boldly:
Act however you want to,
nothing will work .
She knew it was a kick in the teeth
but she was pissed at him anyway for acting like a fool.
Really?
Was he fucking crazy going after
Tite?
To her boss, she responded with:
Okay, boss, hope it’s all going well.
See you then .
“Tracey, you knew I was with
Jordy!” he seethed.
“If you just started a fucking
fire, I will be done with you, bitch.”
He emphasized the last four words.
“Personally or professionally?” she
said, in a joking manner, but she was scared out of her mind.
“You think I won’t get rid of you
altogether? Don’t think Tracey, it’s too hard for you; get the fuck out, now.
Consider yourself on leave personally
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