::The Only Exception::

:: The Only Exception:: 2

 “Okay.” Draya squeaked dropping her head. “Now get the fuck outta my office and get ready for tonight. See if Chanel’s ass is here I need to talk to her.”

Draya scurried back into the dressing area where woman of all colors got ready for the night. She could never understand how they could stand around laughing and joking when every night she had to step foot in here she felt sick. She spotted Chanel sitting at her vanity applying her makeup, emotionless. Chanel is probably the only woman in here that can relate to her feelings.

“Hey.” Draya greeted walking up behind her. Chanel stared at Draya through the mirror, “Hi Draya.”

“Uhm Rock wants to see you.”

 “Why?” Chanel questioned nervously, it’s been little over a week since she asked about quitting. Draya shrugged hugging herself. Chanel sat her eyeliner down and turned all the way around to get a good look at her younger cousin. “Dray, how did we get to this point?” she whispered. Draya shrugged, “I ask myself that shit every day.”

(King)

“Ugh, fuck man I don’t even wanna play with your cheating ass no more!” Kai exclaimed tossing down the controller. King laughed loudly standing up and stretching. Work had been so stressful lately he called up his boys to keep him company. Kai, Sean, Brandon, Cameron and Jason.

 “Yo Kai, don’t start all that whining and shit just cause you suck.” Brandon yelled out. Kai flipped him off, “Yeah ya mama was whining and shit last night while she was sucking me!”

 Everybody erupted in laughter except for Brandon, he mugged Kai playfully. “Shut up!”

 “Man King, we all been so busy we aint even have time to celebrate you getting that new job.” Cameron pointed out. Modestly King shrugged, “It ain’t a big deal.”

 “This nigga is too much! We bout to celebrate you tonight bruh, we going out!” Jason decided. Brandon nodded in agreement.

“I say we hit up a couple clubs then we should check out that strip club everybody been talking about.” Kai suggested. King sucked his teeth at the thought of a strip club, “Nah I got to go into the office tomorrow for few hours and I ain’t tryna go in there with a hang over.”

 Sean shook his head, “Man what you need is some pussy! You ass is always so tense and tired. We’ll let you go this time but next weekend man we bout to go out and shut it down!”

 King agreed knowing that they would drag him out of this house if they had to. Everybody chilled for a couple more hours before all heading home.

The next day, King walked into work feeling good.

“Morning Elise!” he greeted. “Morning King, here’s your coffee and your messages.” She grinned handing him both. “Thank you sweetheart.” He took them and walked into this office. He sat down and started reading and listening to his messages.

Press 7 to delete

Kings finger hit the 7 and he looked up just in time to see Paris getting off the elevator. “Damn.” He mumbled licking his lips. Ever since lunch they’ve been greeting each other more often but they’ve both been really busy. I’m gonna go talk to her today, King mentally decided. He pulled his eyes away from her so he could finish returning calls and listening to his messages. This gave Paris enough time to go into her office and do the same.

 “Can I get you anything?” Elise asked when it was time for her to take her break. King looked up from his laptop. “Uh..nah I’m cool thanks though.”

“No problem.” She smiled widely, he watched her go back to her desk and grab her jacket then leave. Elise started interning a little after King got hired and since the first time she laid on eyes on him she’s felt the attraction. All the womenin the office did, even Paris.

King closed his laptop and looked back at Paris who had the phone glued to her ear. He was waiting until she got off it but as soon as she ended a call, she began another one.

It’s now or never he thought heading toward her office.

 “I have cross recorded it with-…uhm okay run background checks on all three of them…dig up everything you can on him and get back to as soon as you can…mhm thank you very much.” Paris felt someone’s gaze on her, causing her eyes to look up. Fuck, she cursed mentally at the sight of King standing in her doorway. She had forgotten to take her pills today, and if King stood there for too long she was going to fuck up her new pair of panties. After sharing a few more words she hung up the phone. King studied her office; everything from the framed portraits on her desk, the copy of Jay Z Decoded lying next to her laptop to the little multicolored sticky notes lining the wall behind her. You could say she has a little OCD.

 “Hi King, can I help you?” she flashed him a sexy smile.

Uh shit, what was my reason for coming in here? King panicked.

 “Uhh you see..” he bit his lip and looked around, his nosy ass coworkers all staring at him and those close enough strained to hear.He closed the door making Paris’s eyebrow shoot up. “I have a question.”

“Door closer?” she smirked adjusting some of the things on her desk. King chuckled asking the first thing that came to mind. “Why don’t you have an assistant?”

Paris looked taken back by his question but answered anyway, “I had an assistant for a while but um I learned I work better without one.” She wasn’t about to tell him the real reason she didn’t have one.

“Oh.”

 “Yeahhh so is that all you came in here to ask?”

 “Honestly, I just wanted to talk to you.” He admitted making Paris smile. “Well then have a seat.” And that’s just what he did. For almost an hour he sat there and they talked about anything and everything that came to mind. “She’s so into you King, it’s ridiculous!” Paris giggled.

 "You think so?” he asked puzzled, in the short time that he’d been working here it never seemed like Elise had a thing for him, at least to him. “Yup.”

 King admired her features, she didn’t have much makeup on and he liked that about her. “Paris, what type of man do you go for?” he question once again taking her by surprise.

 “Uhm, I don’t really know. I guess a guy who is funny, kind, charming, smart, a guy I can trust. I never gave it much thought.” She shrugged. King licked his lips sending her hormones into overdrive. Her underwear had been ruined nearly thirty minutes ago. A knock at her glass door snapped them both out of their daze. Elise waved through the door and King got up to open it. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked kindly.

 Fuck yes! Both King and Paris thought. “No we were just talking, what’s up Elise?”

 “Uh I just wanted to let you know that I’m back from lunch and I brought you some McDonalds even though you said you didn’t want anything.”

 “Thanks.” He gave her a small smile.

“No problem, uhm are you guys done talking?” she looked at Paris who watched with amusement. Paris answered her question, “Yeah we are, I have a meeting in like an hour I need to get ready for anyway.”

 “Aight, I enjoyed talking to you ma.” His deep southern drawl came out, making her heart beat erratically.

“Yeah you too.” Paris returned stifling a moan. She stared after him lustfully, damn him and his sexy self she thought angrily yanking open her bottom desk drawer.

 “It’s his fault.” She whispered to the little pink device she retrieved.