She headed inside and went to the desk to retrieve the small jar. She then entered the restroom and took a seat on the toilet. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, the coffee could havekilled the specimens. Something. She was gonna be in a world of trouble fucking with the Kinglys that she couldn't tell anyone about.
Just thinking of Rahim made her frown. She hated that man's guts but his head was so damn good. He had head game that needed to be taught to all the men across the world. Head that made her body reach heights she didn't know she could. Head that had her sitting in a damn office risking her job and maybe her marriage. A part of her now contemplated going on with the arrest, but because she waited too long the shit would look weird.
Hannah released yet another sigh as she began pissing into the cup. Once she filled it up, she washed her hands and headed out of the door. She knew there would likely be an internal affairs investigation to determine the circumstances of the drug use, or she may be required to participate in counseling, treatment programs, or submit to further drug testing.
This can't be life.
15
TASIM
Pressing send on his phone, Tasim waited patiently for the phone to ring. When her sweet but depleted voice graced the phone, Tasim smiled. Although the job was all a set up, he couldn't help but think about Norah. She was cute, hood, and he loved her feisty attitude. After meeting her brother, he knew it came honestly. Dragon was something else just from their small introduction.
Just as Norah, already, he could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. Which was why he contemplated getting her into his dungeon, giving her a massage that would ruin her life while sticking eleven inches of dick inside of her. He wanted to fuck Norah and make her come looking for him as she looked for her friend. Despite his father getting a kick out of the whole ordeal, Tasim wanted to fuck her for his own personal reasons.
"Hello?"
"’Sup, beautiful?"
"Oh, hey."
"Oh, hey? Damn." Tasim laughed, making Norah blush.
She didn't have to ask who was it because she knew his voice even after one encounter. He had one of those husky voices that seemed demanding.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a bit under the weather. What's up, Ta . . . sim." She slowly pronounced his name, hoping she didn't get it wrong.
"Shit. Just checking in on you. I been hollering at my peoples about your friend. I just wanted to reach out. We haven't seen her, but I'm on top of it, ma. You got my word." Tasim sounded so convincing it made Norah smile.
"I appreciate you so much. This shit stressing me out." She released a weary breath.
"I'm sure." Tasim acted a bit concerned.
"It's been almost a week. Her boyfriend, the police, you guys, nobody has been able to help me. I just pray she's okay. Dallas is a sweet girl. She doesn't deserve this."
"You think something may have happened to her?"
"I don't know but this isn't like her. She was mad at her boyfriend but not enough to disappear. I mean, even if so, she'd reach out to me. She know I got her back, right or wrong."
"Damn. Well, keep the faith, ma. I'm sure she's okay."
"I hope so."
"You sound stressed, ma. Let me come get you. Ride out to the beach or something. Relax your mind."
"Sounds good, but nigga, I don't know you."
"Shit, I'mma be yo’ nigga in a couple weeks."
"Whaaaat." Norah began laughing so hard Tasim chuckled along.
"I just wanna make you smile. Real shit, though, I don't have to come get you. Just meet me there and you got an hour. Meet me at the Ferris wheel." Tasim disconnected the phone before she could reply. He wasn't sure if she would show, but he was a bit confident that she liked him.
"Oh, it's time to have some fun. Don't be like your brother, my nigga." Rahim laughed, shaking his head.
"Man, fuck you. You and that nigga the tender dicks. I don't love them hos. You know that."
"Aw, nigga, you almost fell for Michelle. The only reason you didn't is because she aborted that baby." They both shared a laugh, but Tasim really didn't find things funny.
