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The Dirty Deal

Looking back, after the fact, things kinda sucked. I was in need… I wanted what I wanted, but a little self-control goes a long way.

“So what are you going to do?”

I was in a fog and forgot Layla was sitting next to me, until she spoke up. We’re barely acquaintances, so I wasn’t about to bare my soul to her.

“I don’t know,” was my honest answer.

“You don’t have much time.”

Her unsolicited opinion made me give her a sharp look. I don’t know why she was rushing me to make a decision.

“Can I focus with the little time I have left?”

“Sorry.”

“Do you have any idea what I should do?” I was desperate.

“No… You fucked up.” She shrugged her shoulders like I missed out on a TV show I could see anytime.

“No. I could have made better choices, but I’m not fucked up yet.”

“If you say so. You don’t have the money to pay Jeff back and you couldn’t find Dre.”

I gritted my teeth and ignored Layla’s comments. I didn’t have time for an argument. I didn’t deliver on my promise and having Layla assist me has led me to all dead ends trying to track Dre. This girl has wasted my money and my time.

“Okay, I’m done talking to you. Get out my car.”

“Wait a minute. You’re not driving me home?”

“You got two hundred bucks from me for doing essentially nothing. Get out and catch an Uber.”

She looked pissed, but she left with no problem. Maybe she realized she’d taken advantage of me. Fuck the deal. I need to go back to the beginning and find Dre. He’s not that smart, so now I’m actually a little worried. I’ll find another way to square things with Jeff.

I drove fifteen miles out to a suburban area. The neighborhood park had trees in the background, looking like a forest. It was light when I first came by looking for clues at the last place Dre was seen. Now it’s dark. The street lights are out. I have my flashlight and my gun, so I walk in the wooded area cautiously. I listened carefully to the night sounds. The loudest were my own steps crunching on fallen branches. The hoot of the owls were too close for my liking. I stepped up to a clearing and I heard the sound of water that I didn’t hear the first time I came here. How did I miss this?

Suddenly, I heard steps fast approaching and a shadowy figure swung a big stick toward me. I ducked and raised my arm to protect myself. My flashlight got knocked down and I struggled with the shadow that didn’t appear to be stronger than me. I kicked it hard.

“Ah!”

The shadow collapsed. I felt around the ground for my flashlight and shone it on the fallen figure. It’s Layla.

“What the hell are you doing? Why did you attack me?”

She laid there giving me a nasty look. I cocked my gun and pointed at her.

“I asked you a question! I can shoot you right now for attacking me. I have enough bruises on me to prove my case.”

“I was paid to make sure you failed. Jeff knew where Dre was and he loaned you the money so you’d be indebted to him.”

“So the whole ruse of Jeff needing a wannabe bounty-hunter was a setup? What were you trying to accomplish here? Why didn’t Jeff hire someone who had a chance of making me come back and deal with the consequences of failing?”

“What makes you think I’m alone?”

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Elevator to the Bottom

Kim impatiently waits for the elevator doors to open. It’s been almost a week since her last rendezvous, and she is teeming with excitement.

An hour earlier, she was riddled with guilt.

Kim’s cover story of her friend Amy having problem after problem were getting old. She knew her husband suspected her of cheating. She’s sloppy with her excuses and he caught her in a lie. He started spending more time at home and wanted to take her out to dinner, but Kim’s heart isn’t in it anymore. She wanted to leave for her secret meeting, and nothing Jeff said stopped her from going. He looked devastated when Kim said she must go and help her friend. She couldn’t get Jeff’s sad face out of her head.

He knows.

Kim presses the elevator button continuously. “Dammit.”

The doors finally opens and six people with luggage rolling behind them, were the cock blocking culprits. Kim enters the elevator and presses the close door button to speed her ride. When the elevator doors finally open, Kim exits with haste, and pulls a key card out her bag. With one swipe, she was able to enter the hotel room. Brian is sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently. His shirtless body is a masterpiece, and he is enjoying a glass of wine. She throws her duffel bag on the floor and drops her trench jacket, revealing her petite, naked body. Unable to break his gaze, he leans towards the nightstand and sits his glass of wine down.

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He stands up, towering over her and grabs her waist, pressing her breasts into his chiseled abs. She’s standing on her tiptoes so she can meet his kiss. His 6’4” frame pulls her up more and they tease each other kissing slowly and slipping tongue. Their bodies soon became heated and the passionate kissing turns into biting, licking and sucking each other’s faces. He loses the war of wills and he throws her to the bed and continues the vigorous actions down her entire body. He settles on her sweet spot and takes his time pleasing her. She bites her lip, trying to resist his pleasures, but soon her lip quivers when she succumbs `to his will. She’s breathless.

Brian looks at Kim, smiling over his handiwork. “A man who can do that shouldn’t have to beg to see you.”

“Don’t start that now. It’s a mood killer. I risked a lot to come see you.” Kim sits upright. “He knows something’s going on.”

“He’s not keeping you happy. You should tell him about us.”

“No. I should try and work on my marriage.”

“Why are you forcing yourself to be with someone you’re not attracted to anymore?”

“Dammit Brian! I’m putting my kids first.” Kim shakes her head. “Why don’t you try to put your son first and stop trying to break up his marriage?”

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Mom

Jenny wrote her speech two weeks ago for the annual Mother’s Day event her company has for their employees. Having 80 percent women on staff, it started as an employee relations builder. It’s the first year Jenny won’t have her mother here for this day, and that inspired her speech. Her heart is heavy as she approaches the podium. She swallows hard to clear the lump in her throat.

“Good afternoon everyone and welcome to our annual Mother’s Day luncheon. Why do moms get their day of appreciation? Well, we should appreciate them daily, but this day is for going the extra mile. Why?

She loved you before you were born.

She loves you more than herself.

She wants you to have a better life than her.

She sacrifices for her child starting with pregnancy, altering the body; birth, traumatizing the body; sleepless days and nights caring for the infant, and making sure the needs of her child are met before her own. That love is non-ceasing. We have some of your kids who have prepared something special for you.”

Jenny takes deep breathes, choking back tears as she steps to the side where her seating is. She halts in front of the chair where her mom was supposed to sit. Someone stupidly added her mom’s name tag to a seat, and Jenny lost it, crying uncontrollably.