Monday morning finds me feeling sore and tired but my mood in contrast is cheerful, content, and truly alive. I'm really enjoying this post-sex bliss. It's just a shame that I will be dealing with my period in a few days, thanks to the emergency contraceptive.
Frequent flashbacks of last evening's romping creep into my thoughts and have me reliving every moment. I can almost feel Chaunard's body next to mine, taste his kisses, smell him, and even see the details of his intricately-sculpted body.
Even as I sit in the room full of work colleagues, I endure the warmth of every sensation I felt in his embrace and a fresh round of shivers make their way through my body. If I don't snap out of it soon, I'm pretty sure I'll cum right in this chair where I sit.
I push through my salacious thoughts and switch my attention back to the weekly meeting, which must be quite productive since it has gone well beyond midday and there are no signs of it ending soon. My mind registers enough to participate in the final 15 minutes of the discussion.
As if the meeting wasn't long enough, a group of my coworkers engage me in conversation on the way out of the conference room. My stomach rumbles loudly during their babbling. It provides the perfect opportunity to politely excuse myself and get some food.
But what's a day in my life if things don't go sideways? When I return to my office, Steven is seated in front of my desk holding another bouquet of flowers. A voice in my head tells me to turn and run the other way, call security and have him escorted out but the furious bitch inside pushes forward and charges into the room like a raging bull. The rumbling in my stomach is put on hold temporarily.
"Wah yuh want?!" I roll my eyes.
"Jus a chance fi smooth tings over wid yuh Kelsie. We cyaa talk?"
"Fi di one millionth and one time, no! We nuh have nutten fi talk bout."
"Hear mi out nuh man," he says, closing my office door while I plop down in my chair.
"Steven, this is harassment."
"Mi mess up big time. Jus consider dis please. Mi know mi put yuh through nuff but there is so much we can achieve together. We are perfect for each other. My mother loves you and your grandmother and mi kool. Mek we work out sumn nuh please?"
I laugh humorlessly, telling him, "Yuh wrong. Wi neva deh noweh near perfect and your mother love di idea of me jus because mi accomplished and she tink mi would mek a good wife fi yuh. And yuh jus waa please yuh mother."
"I love you Kelsie," he professes, presumably a last-ditch effort to have me consider his feelings.
The loud hissing of my teeth and the scornful look I give him are my automatic response to that lie. "Please come outta mi office wid yuh bag a lie dem and lef mi alone mek mi live mi life in peace... And DO NOT come back here!"
"Jus tek some time and really think about it. Nuh throw weh we have out di door jus suh." He looks at me with pleading eyes and puts the bouquet on my desk then leaves.
I toss his flowers in the trash the second he goes through the door, not caring whether or not he sees me. He's really becoming bothersome and I prefer to not ever see him again or anything that reminds me of him. I've already dumped his other gifts or boxed them up for charity.
Smaddy tell me how mi can get rid a him please?!
As I comb through my mind trying to find methods to put an end to Steven's pestering once and for all, the backlight in my phone comes on, notifying me of new messages. One is from Chaunard and there are three in the group chat but before I open them, I take the time to order some much-needed lunch.
Chaunard: How is your day going?
Me: It isn't too bad. You alright?
I don't even bother mentioning Steven's impromptu visit. He doesn't need to hear about my drama right now.
Chaunard: Yup. Getting some work done. Just checking if you're okay.
Me: Sure it's me you're worried about or are you concerned about the damage you did?
Chaunard: Umm... Mostly you. I thought my kisses rectified all of the damage.
Me: You missed a few spots.
Chaunard: Then I'll make sure they are the first thing I kiss when I see you again.
Me: But they'll get better on their own by then.
Chaunard: I'm sure I will do more damage so you will still need my kisses for those.
Me: If the damage is as pleasurable as last night then I'm not opposed.
Chaunard: It will be better. I promise.
Me: I'll hold you to that.
Chaunard: You can count on it. I have to go now. Gonna make a few calls to finalize a few work things. Talk to you later.
Me: Kool
Chaunard: And remember to call your doc
Me: I'll do it when I finish eating. I'll tell you what she says.
And just like that, my mood is back to where it was at the start of the day. I'm so high off him that the food from the canteen tastes like the best stew peas I have ever had. Either that or I'm extremely famished because everyone knows the food here is usually tasteless. There's barely any difference between their cooking and chewing a piece of cardboard.
While I enjoy lunch I reply to Marsha, who had messaged us with an update on Professor Shitup's funeral.
Marsha: Hey girlies! The funeral is set for 2:00 pm two Sundays from now. It is being held at the big church across from our old school.
Gillian: Thanks for the update.
Me: Any color preference?
Marsha: Anything colorful. After we naw mourn
Me: Yuh sure you ago alright Marsha? We nuh affi go enuh.
Marsha: Mi sure. Mi affi see di dog shit go inna di grung so mi can finally get mi closure.
Gillian: Your decision
Me: Alright. Yuh know we have yuh back.
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I mentally cross a few items off my to-do list leaving one important thing... call my doctor to find out how soon I should schedule a screening for STDs/ STIs.
She informs me that it varies depending on the disease or infection. Chlamydia and Gonorrhea have shorter incubation periods and a rapid test can be done for early detection of HIV. For the others like Syphilis and Hepatitis, she recommends waiting a while longer to ensure I get accurate results.
"If you're really worried that you have been exposed to HIV then you could opt for the PEP treatment to prevent infection but that must be started within 72 hours. Otherwise, I suggest that you come in for screening in two to three weeks and if all is clear then we can do the other tests over the next three months," Dr. Reid says.
"Okay, doc. What if I want to get screened with my partner?"
"Well, both of you can come in together right now if you'd like. I would still recommend a follow-up check in a few weeks though."
"Thanks, Doc, I'll make arrangements for us to come in tomorrow."
I call Chaunard to let him know what the doctor says but of course Mr. Know-it-all is already familiar with the process. Apparently, he gets screened often because of his philandering lifestyle.
"Yuh sure yuh can do dis?" I ask.
"Do what? Di STD tests?"
"No. Have sex wid just one woman."
"Why not? Same way how mi choose fi screw random women a di same way mi can choose fi stick to one," he chuckles.
"So it was a choice then?"
"In a way. Mi neva meet a woman weh convince mi fi do otherwise. Are you having second thoughts?"
"No enuh. Jus no waa ask too much of you."
"Dat good man. Mek me worry bout dat."
"Okay. Just keep it real wid me. I'm agreeing to unprotected sex with you and mi nuh want yuh risk mi safety."
"Yuh good. Mi naw violate. Trust me."
Trust him? Can I though? Chaunard, with his typical bad boy demeanor, is the type of man I've always steered clear of. Everything about him screams wild. To make matters worse, he obviously has some money to his name. Girls flock to him like flies to fermenting fruits.
Men like him are the ones who wind up breaking a woman's heart because they can't ignore the attention and keep their dick in their pants. So although we have a no strings attached agreement, I still cannot let my guard down.
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