Drama 99 FM by Janine A. Morris Page B

maybe he hadn’t seen her smile. Instead of acknowledging his tone, she checked to make sure they were both fully dressed and presentable and opened the office door to leave. She grabbed her purse off the door and turned off the lights. Polytics walked out behind her and closed the door.
    â€œIt will lock automatically?” he asked.
    â€œYes,” she said.
    â€œI’m going to need the key to your office—one of the privileges of being your favorite rapper,” he said.
    Madison caught the humor, but she couldn’t laugh. She was almost hoping they could just walk and not talk and pretend he hadn’t just had his penis inside her and his tongue down her throat. Hearing him speak of it only made her more uncomfortable—it made all the voices inside her head speak louder and louder. So she tried to ignore them, and she ignored him.

Chapter 13
    S ereeta lived in a quaint little apartment in the heart of Harlem. She loved her apartment, but it wasn’t until she began making the salary that Corey was paying her that she was able to really hook it up. She had been to IKEA, Target, and Bed Bath & Beyond once every weekend for the past month. She didn’t even know that buying stuff for a living room and kitchen could be just as much fun as clothes shopping. She had finally realized she was becoming addicted to decorating and interior designing; she was wondering if she should make it a side hustle.
    Corey had left town for the day and had let her know she wouldn’t have to work for two days. She was so relieved to get a break; she could just stay home and reorganize her closet and install this wardrobe organizer she had purchased last weekend. She knew it was a bit pathetic to have days off with no one to share them with, but she was becoming content with the lifestyle she had. She had a few guys in her phone book who she was intimate with from time to time, but one or two had a girlfriend, and the others were only looking for fun and nothing serious. Most times she could call them when she was in need of a good time as well, but she had long ago gotten tired of the games. She didn’t like the feeling of being used, so she didn’t answer their calls or hang out with them unless she wanted them. It was easier to feel like she was using them than face that they were using her. So, on most occasions, she didn’t have anyone to go on dates with or spend days off with.
    She had been up and at ’em for about two hours when Reyna called. She let Sereeta know she was coming over and would be there soon. Sereeta didn’t mind, because Reyna was one of the few people she would allow in her apartment when it wasn’t clean. She had a thing for keeping a presentable home; she was very organized and meticulous. Her attention to detail was one of her strengths as Corey’s assistant. She began to change into something a bit more presentable—instead of the underwear and wife beater she had slept in the night before. She threw on a pair of green leggings and a T-shirt. She had no plans on leaving the house today, so there was no need to look fabulous. She even left her head scarf on—she figured she would rather her wrap be fresh for when she was going somewhere.
    It was about one o’clock when Reyna showed up. The doorbell rang two times consecutively, and Sereeta jumped off the couch to open the door. When she opened it, Reyna was standing there looking like a sad puppy.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Sereeta asked.
    Reyna stomped over to the couch. She plopped down on the brown microfiber love seat.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Sereeta repeated, following behind her.
    â€œI hate my job, Michael and I are fighting, I need to lose, like, ten pounds, and I am miserable,” Reyna blurted out.
    â€œSomeone sounds like they’re experiencing PMS,” Sereeta said.
    â€œYou sound just like Michael. Oh, my gosh.”
    Sereeta laughed as she pulled a