He sure didn’t lie nor disappoint ‘cause we made love until we both passed out.
#AfterTheAfterParty
“Baby, get up!” Reggie said, shaking me hard enough to wake me from the slumber I was in. “Tatiana, baby girl, you gotta get up!”
He was moving about the room so fast it was clear that something was wrong, yet it was still taking me a minute to get my mind right. I was exhausted and slightly hungover, and my body was aching from head to toe. It took me a minute to wake all the way up to get a gist of what was going on.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I saw Reggie rushing to put his clothes on.
Then it dawned on me. Was his baby momma on the way? Was that the reason why he was in a state of panic?
“Damn girl, it looks like you had a rough ass night,” he roasted then laughed as I struggled to get out of bed. “I hate to rush you, but we gotta hurry up.”
“What’s going on? Is there a fire?” I asked as I heard my cellphone vibrating nonstop. “What time is it?”
“It’s eight-fifteen, and no, it’s not a fire. If I don’t hurry my ass up and leave soon there might be one.”
Picking my phone up and seeing that I had eight missed calls from Trista, twenty from Jamal, and eleven from my mom and a slew from other people had me feeling panicked now. Just as I was about to check my text messages, Reggie started rushing me to get dressed.
“You playin’ in your phone instead of getting ready! What’s up with that, baby?” He fussed, handing me my clothes that were scattered on the floor throughout the bedroom area. “I hate to rush you, but Brandi is in labor, and I have to leave now. She isn’t due for another month so this can’t be good.”
“Oh, no! I hope everything is okay. If you need to leave now, I can see myself out. It’s cool, I’m not trippin’.”
“I’ll feel better if we leave together being that this doubles as my office, too. That way I can lock up and not have to worry about any of the employees prying through my shit. With me having to go to the hospital, I may not come back here today. Oh, you good if I get you an Uber? I don’t have enough time to run you up north.”
“Uh…yeah, an Uber is fine,” I responded. I didn’t expect him to carry me home when he needed to rush off to the hospital, so I wasn’t tripping.
If anything, I was more nervous about the walk of shame I was going to have to do once I made it back home. I figured everyone was blowing my phone up because I dipped and left the party early, and I planned to catch up with them later. As for Trista and Jamal, I didn’t have shit to say to either one of them at the moment, so I wasn’t pressed about calling them back. I was more concerned about dealing with my mom once I got home ‘cause I was sure she was about to have a lot to say about me not coming home or calling or sending a text to say I would be out all night.
Making it home, I headed up to my front door. To be my age, it was a shame I was this nervous to go home. Making itinside, it was quiet, but I wasn’t surprised because I figured my dad wasn’t home. Since my mom wasn’t at the front door waiting on me, I prayed that she was either in her home office or out running errands. Taking a sigh of relief thinking I had dodged a bullet I wasted no time heading straight for my bedroom. All I could think about was taking a long soak in the tub to soothe my aching body then chill and sleep for the rest of the day. All of that was wishful thinking. As I opened my bedroom door, I nearly shit when I saw my mom sitting on my bed. She about scared the life out of me.
“Ma! Why you sittin’ in my room lookin’ like that?” I asked as I dropped my bag.
I had to brace myself because the look my mom had on her face had me lowkey scared. She was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at me like a manic dog, it was the scariest look I had ever seen on her face before.
Standing in my doorway I asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
My mom just sat there and stared at me for a few seconds longer not saying a word. She was really starting to creep me out. I was on such a high from last night and just like that she had managed to snatch my joy with her fun snatching ass. My mom was straight buggin’!
“Close the door, then come sit next to me,” she instructed.
“Tell me what’s wrong first. From the way you lookin’, you got me thinking that’s not a good idea,” I rebutted, and I was so serious.
My mom had a temper, and if she got mad enough, she was known to throw hands. I really wasn’t trying to get slapped by her again especially when I didn’t even know what was going on.
“Girl, bring yo hot ass in here and shut the damn door so your daddy don’t hear us talkin’!” my mom demanded.
“I thought he had to go in for work this morning?”
“Something came up.”
Sitting next to her on the bed, I asked for a third time, “What’s going on?”
She was looking like she had a long night, but not in a good way. Taking a long, deep breath my mom said, “I’ma ask you a question, and I don’t want you to lie to me. Before I ask you, I’m letting you know I already know the truth. I just want to see if you’re gonna tell me the truth or sit in my face and tell me a bold face lie.”
“Okay, what’s your question?”
“Are you selling your body for sex?”
