by Lace, Lolah
Robert pulled me aside. “Kari.” He was close to my ear. “Jack’s my best friend. Are you guys okay?” He pulled away to see my face. He wasn’t putting his bid in. He was looking out for his best friend, his brother. People really love Jack. I am one of them.
“Yeah.” I shook my head.
“Honestly.” He needed more.
“Robert, I love Jack. We had some obstacles but we are good as gold.”
“Okay.” Robert grabbed a glass of champagne for me off the bar. He handed it over. I’m going to drag Jack out of his office.”
“Okay go get our guy. I’ll find your wife.”
“Great, please talk her out of getting another boob job. Her vapid friends are leading her astray.”
“Anything for you Robert.”
Robert glanced down at my cleavage, smiled, nodded and walked away. I know he was going right back to Jack to report everything I said.
I mingled and drink champagne. I talked to Curtis the black guy from the mailroom. I call him Curtis the black guy because he is straight hood. He was sharp as a tack. He introduced me to his girlfriend slash baby mama Becky something. She was some cute thick blue-eyed blonde girl. She was cool. She reminded me of the hood version of Sienna.
It wasn’t hard for me to spot Jack’s ex-wife Diana. I knew what she looked like and I caught her snatching glances at me from afar. She was wearing red. Seriously?
I ignored her and it seemed that Sienna was ignoring her as well. Robert’s wife was my new best friend at the party. She was on the outs with Diana. During the divorce she had to pick a side and she picked Jack per Robert’s strict instruction. This was white people drama. I didn’t care either way. I spotted Jack at the either side of the room. He was tall so he was visible over the regular size folks. He gave me a look that said bring your ass. So I made my way over to him.
“Kari, darling. I need to talk to you in private.”
Shit, what did I do? “Okay.” I followed Jack into his office. “What’s wrong?”
Jack closed the door. “You look so sexy tonight.”
I black girl blushed. “Thank you sir, my boyfriend picked this dress.”
“Your boyfriend is a fucking genius.”
“Not really.” I laughed. Jack picked me up off my feet and spun me around. Jack placed me on my feet and started pulling my dress up. “What are you doing? You’re going to wrinkle the dress.”
“Just a little.” He smirked.
“Just a little what?”
“Just a little wrinkle. Just a little sex.” He was grinning. “Just bend over the desk.”
“Jack, there are a lot of people out there.”
“They can’t see in here.”
“The door isn’t locked. Anybody can come in.”
“That’s what makes it exciting. Turn around.”
Was he serious? I’m squeezed into this dress. Jack twirled me around and pushed me face down on the desk. He bent and pulled my dress up to my waist. The air hit my ass. I was wearing a black G-string.
“Jack.” I felt his dick. He had pulled it out. He tapped my ass cheek with his tool. He pushed my G-string to the side and he eased his dick inside me. I stretched out on the desk. My breasts were spilling out the slit in my dress. They were smashed on the top the closed MacBook laptop on his desk. I closed my eyes as Jack slowly pushed in and out of me. He was moving in slow motion. I didn’t realize I was so hot and horny. I was soaking wet and I didn’t want to join in. I was happy with him doing all the work. I was so wet it sounded like someone was chewing gum when he pushed inside me. Jack was doing it nice and tender. He was the master of gentle.
I didn’t have the urge to scream but I sure had a series of moans that I just couldn’t stop from rolling out of mouth. Jack was quiet but I imagined him biting his lip until it bleeds. Jack dug into his favorite side of my pussy. He moved a little faster and a little deeper. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. We came together. I was still as he pulled his shaft out of me.
“You were so wet.”
That was true. I felt it. It was the power of the dress. Jack carefully put my G-string in place after he pulled his pants up. He helped me stand up straight and he pulled my dress down. He twirled me back around to face him. All my attention went to the dress. I was looking for cum stains.
“You didn’t get anything on the dress did you?”
“No, I was careful. Your tit popped out.” My hand rose but Jack beat me to it. “I got it.” He stuffed my left tit back into the dress. I thought it was sweet. He was smoothing it over with his hand when he pushed it back in.
“This party is nice. You’re doing a good job here. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks.” He was grinning down on me. He pushed his lips into mine. He kissed me and I stumbled backwards. Jack held me up and when he pulled away I was smirking. “I messed up your lipstick.”
“I’m going to freshen up. You could at least wash your dick off.”
“Why? Your cum will dry and I can peel it off later.”
“That’s gross.”
Jack shrugged. I grabbed my small handbag out the top drawer of his desk.
“Are you going to the restroom?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know where they are?”
“I can find it.”
“I will see you out there.” I left Jack in his office. I found the restrooms. I’m glad they weren’t unisex. I hate that. I walked in and I was alone except for the one person in the stall. I reapplied my Mac Touch. I powdered my nose and forehead. I turned to the sides and the back to make sure Jack didn’t get any cum on my dress. I wasn’t that wrinkled. It must be this expensive fabric. I had a sexy just got fucked afterglow. If Prince saw me he would say ‘you sexy motherfucker’.
The toilet never flushed but a woman came out of the stall. Not just any woman. It was Diana Unger. That bitch didn’t go back to her maiden name.
She pranced up to the mirror beside me. She was looking. I was looking.
“Finally, we meet.” Diana was checking me out for the hundredth time. Bitch you was just staring a hole in me fifteen minutes ago. I was a sexy bad bitch tonight. Jack’s choice of dress was radiating exactly what he wanted it to.
“Finally,” I said as I glared at her through the mirror. This broad’s lips weren’t real, too much collagen injections. I know she used to be pretty. I had seen pictures. But now she looks like a plastic Bratz doll. Looking like a Barbie would be a step up for her.
“This is really ironic.”
“What’s ironic?” I smirked. I knew I was setting myself up but I had to let her know I wasn’t afraid of her.
“Jack always wanted to try a black girl and now he has.”
Huh, okay bitch. “You know what they say. Once you go black. You leave your wife.” Boop! Take that bitch!
The bitch had to pause for station identification with that one. “You’re funny.”
That’s all you got? Was that supposed to be an insult? “Yes I am so many things.” I turned to her. No more mirror for me. I placed one hand on my hip.
Diana closed her clutch purse and turned to me. I don’t know why I thought she might hit me with it. I hope not. I don’t want to serve her a real Westside beatdown.
“You’re pretty feisty.” She was fake smiling at me. “So you have my Jack.”
“Seems that way.” Your Jack? Bitch Please.
“So you’re not going to share?”
“No, I’m not sharing Jack.”
“I was talking about you. Jack told me we could have a threesome if I asked you and you agreed.”
I know Jack said that. Jack knows me well. I smiled then chuckled. “Jack set you up. He knows I love men he knows I would never have sex with a woman.”
“So is that a no?”
“That’s a never.” I frowned. “Just be thankful Jack gave you a little charity dick before the divorce was final.” Diana visibly was shocked that I knew about their tryst. Her mouth popped
open. “Jack has assured me that he was done with his charity work and he would never fuck you again. Stop hitting on him, texting him, calling him, throwing your fake ass bobs in his face. Seriously, it’s sad and pathetic. Go fuck the pool boy like all the other washed up ex-wives.”
Diana’s eyes were screaming BLACK BITCH! But her body was like a statue. I felt my right eyebrow arch. If you feeling froggy, jump! My theme music was playing in the background of my thoughts, Up In Here by DMX. Y’all gon’ make me lose my mind, up in HERE, up in here. Y’all gon’ make me go all out, up in here, up in here. One... two... meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside.
Baby bye. I strolled right out the restroom leaving Diana standing there looking a hot ass mess. When I stepped into the hall Robert was coming around the corner.
“There you are.”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Jack sent me to get you.”
“Why?”
“Speech time.” Robert grabbed my wrist and pulled me through a crowd of people that formed at the side of the bar. He ushered me up front right next to Sienna. Jack was standing on a little platform that was only big enough for about four people. I hadn’t noticed it before but I hadn’t spent too much time at the bar.
Robert stepped up on the little stage next to Jack. The music had stopped.
“Jack and I want to thank everybody for coming out and celebrating with us. Here at Unger & Lowe we appreciate every single employee’s contribution. We are a family that is always growing and expanding. Maryann how many babies have you had since you been here? I got godfather dibs on this one.” More than a few people chuckled at Robert’s comments. Maryann was standing by the bar currently pregnant by the looks of it. Robert had embarrassed her. She turned bright red.
Robert continued. “Some of us have been here forever. If you haven’t been here that long you will see that I am the cool boss and Jack here is the tyrant.” Robert patted Jack on the back. There was a flurry of laughter that blanketed the room. Jack was smiling. “I’m the funny boss and Jack here is the boring boss. Nevertheless, we love what we do. If you work here you love what you do. This is what makes ULA work. We want all you guys and gals to know we truly value you. Our success is your success. Thank you sincerely.” There was a rapid outpouring of applause.
Once the applause died down Jack took a step forward. It was his turn. He looked like a sexy tall James Bond. Oh my. That’s my man up there. “I second almost everything that my partner said. Tyrant, boring, that’s a bit of an aggravation. MaryAnn can vouch for me.” The room laughed. “We started this company with little to nothing and with your hard work and dedication we are becoming a leading force in the Chicago advertisement community. This party is for you. Keep up the good work. You guys are the most professional, fresh, innovative and creative people in the Chicago advertisement world. That is the truth, I know it and you know it. We are pioneers in this advertisement game. My girlfriend Kari always plays this song by Drake that goes, ‘Started from the bottom, now we’re here. Started from the bottom now my whole team is fucking here.” Ohhhh! Jack just cussed in front of all these people. “People we are here, so enjoy… Wait before you get back to the party.” Robert stepped down from the stage leaving Jack up there alone. “I want everybody to meet my girlfriend Kari.”
All eyes were on me. “Come up here.” Jack waved me up and Robert took my hand and helped me step up on the platform. I’m not shy but damn. I’m one of the only six, seven black people here. They know who I am. I graciously went up and stood by Jack. I looked out and smiled. I looked up at Jack and realized he was not standing up. What the fuck? He was down on one knee. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Panic attack. Calm down girl. Oh my shaky ass knees. Do not fall out your Louboutins. My eyes bugged out my head. I blinked twice but Jack was still down on one knee.
“Kari Fenderson, will you marry me.” Jack was smiling up at me with all his bright white teeth. He had his hand extended. I took his hand.”
It was so quiet. “Yes, I will marry you.” My voice was working. Thank you Lord. I did some weird ass bouncy hop. Who am I?
Jack produced an engagement ring with his other hand. I never even saw where it came from. He just pushed it onto my ring finger which was a little difficult because I was shaking. I looked around and people where applauding. Women were gushing. Some guys were whistling. Jack was back up on his feet and his tongue went in my mouth. He was holding my arms. I felt light headed. He was really tonguing my hard and good. So good I forgot there was a room full of people watching. My pussy was wet and hot. The ring was heavy. How is that even possible? Jack pulled away from me but I wanted more.
Robert hopped back on the stage. “Hey you guys get a room.” There was more laughter. “Congratulations to Jack and Kari.” The entire room said congratulations in unison. On cue the music blasted through the speakers, Party Rock by LMFAO.
Jack leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I love you baby.” A few tears ran down my cheeks.
Oh my god! I’m engaged. I’m getting married. I love Jack. I’m getting married. Jack and I stepped down for the platform and we were greeted with hugs, kisses, handshakes and congratulations.
It was easy to ignore Diana’s envious glares with this big ass rock on my finger. My rock was bigger than Dwayne Johnson. It was hu-gon-gous. Diana could smell what I was cooking. I’m cooking carets.
CHAPTER 8
KARI
Life had changed for me. This was the first time in my life that I was engaged to get married. It made me feel different. It was like I was about to join a special club. Although I hadn’t done anything special I felt proud of myself. My life was going uphill.
I needed a boost in my self-esteem after Mason. No matter how I appeared on the outside it hurt to know that he would always pick Tess over me. It hurt to see trucks driving around Bolingcreek with Rizza Construction stenciled in them. I’m not sure I even learned anything from the time I spent with Mason. It was just nice to have a normal, happy life. I like order. I like things to be in there place. I love for things to be alphabetized. Being with Mason was chaos not order. It was a blazing fire instead of calming waters and now it is in my rearview.
I’m glad Mason has no way to contact me. I’m glad none of his kids are playing baseball this season. Karen told me Mason had tried to get her to tell him some information on me. She refused to tell him. I’m grateful she didn’t cave. Mason can be very persuasive.
Karen knows I’m engaged. She’s happy for me. She even bought me an engagement gift, a pair of shoes. She met Jack but Jack is not aware of the fact that she is Mason’s sister. It never came up. I introduced her as my friend because she is my friend. It helped that her last name is Palazzo and Mason’s is Rizza but I wasn’t really being deceitful. If Jack asks questions then I will be honest but if he doesn’t. He just doesn’t.
Jack and I decided on a date for our upcoming nuptials. We planned to get married Saturday November ninth. It would be cold that time of year but Jack didn’t want to be engaged for a long time. I didn’t either. My life is back on track. I want my life to stay that way. Because if my train jumps off the track, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up. BACK! I’m not going backwards. I’m going forward.
It was Sunday so I was getting my lively dose of gospel off the radio. Jack could not understand my taste in music. I don’t understand why it’s strange to know all the words to Another One Bites The Dust. He would roll his eyes anytime I blasted Justin Bieber and Rick James. Yeah I’m in love with Mary Jane but apparently Jack was not. His loss.
Jack would just stare at me when I was singing my heart out. Jack loves to watch. He watches me sing. He watches me cook. He watches me dance. He watches me bathe. He watches me masturbate. He watches me shave my pussy. The weird thing is I don’t even mind. I have stopped comparing him to Mason and I have just accepted him for the man he is. Amen.
My favorite gospel song came on the radio. It was the original version of Jesus Ca
n Work It Out. Why the hell did Mason pop into my head? That problem that I had, I just couldn’t seem to solve. Yeah that problem was Mason and I guess Jesus did work it out for me.
Jack had taken the kids to the movies so I had the house all to myself. Jack wanted to put my house on the market but the economy was so bad I’m not sure anyone would buy it. He wanted to go look at houses but I wasn’t sure about that either. I mean I thought that we should take one thing at a time. Get married first. Find a house second. Get pregnant third.
If it was up to Jack’s multi-tasking ass, I would be pregnant at the wedding and we would leave the reception to close on a house.
Jack was a man of his word. If he said something he meant it. He made shit happen. I loved that about him. If this was Mason I would be staring at the engagement ring wondering if we were really going to get married. Mason took care of his company and his kids, everything else was secondary. Jack didn’t fake the funk. He took the funk by the balls and offered him a job.
Time was washing the memory of Mason from my memory but I would be lying if I said he was completely gone. Well he was gone in the literal sense. Secretly, sometimes when I was home alone in the bathtub I would daydream that he was eating my pussy, sucking my clit, biting my nipples or sticking his tongue in my ass. I’m glad I never ran into Mason on the street right after the breakup. I might have crumbled but I’m strong now. If I saw him today I could threw up the peace sign and tell him to keep it moving.
The internal dilemma is this; would somebody tell my body to get over Mason? My mind is over him. My heart is over him but sometimes my body reminisces on the past. I want to make it stop. Cheating on Jack is not an option. I would never hurt him again.
It’s only June but preparing for a wedding is stressful. I have four months left to get it all together. Jack is not any help at all. He said whatever I want is what he wants. What the fuck does that mean? He’s the one with the expensive taste. He’s the one with the rich friends. Sure I can step up my game but it would be easier if he give me some input. All my constant whining has led us to interviewing wedding planners.
