lap. I smiled to myself and programmed his number into the phone before shutting it off. I would definitely be contacting him again.
Once I got home I was able to relax, but only for a couple of days. A surgeon that I had met in D.C. contacted me about a date for Saturday night, giving me only a day and a half to come up with someone. After taking his call, and finding out exactly what he was looking for, I went to pack a bag for D.C. As always, the job of a headhunter is never done.
K. Elliott presents Fantasy
Cater To You
Danielle Santiago
“Auntie, I don’t want to ever in my life hear about how you suck Davie’s dick. You done fucked up my whole mental,” Ricky said with her tiny, cute, mocha-colored round face screwed up. She tried desperately to erase the image of her Aunt Miranda performing oral sex on her Uncle Davie.
“I’m just trying to tell your little ass what you need to know about keeping a nigga. It ain’t all about staying in shape and keeping your hair and nails done. All that shit is a plus, but you gotta keep your man satisfied, if not . . . ”
“What you mean, if not ?”
“Ricky, what’s the one thing Auntie told you on your wedding day when your mother was kicking all that sentimental shit?”
A smile crept across Ricky’s face as she quoted her aunt’s favorite line, “Never let your man leave the house hungry or horny—”
Cutting Ricky off, Miranda jumped in finishing the sentence, “’Cause another bitch will surely feed ’em and fuck ’em. Now have Ming Lee drop them kids off over here so you and Quentin can have some alone time.”
“Auntie, our nanny’s name is Anna, not Ming Lee or Sue Chin.”
“Whatever her name is, have her drop them chaps off over here. You need to do like them little Destiny Child girls said, and spend some time catering to your man.”
“Alright, Auntie. I’ll have her bring them over. I’ll be by to pick them up first thing in the morning.”
“Let them stay until Sunday evening. Spend the entire weekend with your man. I don’t want you to call me ever again crying because your husband says that you’re not taking care of his needs.”
“Bye, Auntie! Bye!”
“Bye, baby, love you.”
“Love you, too.” Tossing her Blackberry over onto the passenger seat, Ricky turned the stereo up blasting the sound of Faith Evans. Feeling what Faith was singing, she began singing along, “ Even though my money changed, I tried my best to stay the same. But you know with more money more problems came. ” Tears burned the outer corners of Ricky’s eyes. begging to be released, all because Faith’s lyrics were hitting so close to home. It was all good before the money; I swear it was, Ricky thought, mashing harder on the gas, pushing her brand new Benz truck faster down I-485. It was one of the luxuries that her career as a national bestselling author had afforded her. Buying that truck had been the highlight of her month. It was a beautiful mint green 2006 ML500. She’d walked right into the Mercedes dealer and paid cash for it two weeks earlier.
Now she felt like the same money that had allowed her to do such a wonderful thing was causing problems in her marriage. Before the money they were so happy. As she drove, Ricky reflected on their relationship before the seven- and eight-figure deals, before the expensive cars, before the beautiful house in the exclusive Ballantyne section of Charlotte. The sex that Quentin now felt deprived of use to be hot, heavy, and regular. Their heated conversation from earlier in the day played over and over in her head. “You don’t even have time to give a nigga head no more.” Quentin had said, lying in the bed, his erection poking through the top sheet as he watched her getting dressed.
“Not now, Quentin. I’m late for an important writer’s conference.”
“You’re always in a rush to go somewhere when I wanna fuck.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be in a fuckin’ rush if I hadn’t overslept. And if you’re
Once I got home I was able to relax, but only for a couple of days. A surgeon that I had met in D.C. contacted me about a date for Saturday night, giving me only a day and a half to come up with someone. After taking his call, and finding out exactly what he was looking for, I went to pack a bag for D.C. As always, the job of a headhunter is never done.
K. Elliott presents Fantasy
Cater To You
Danielle Santiago
“Auntie, I don’t want to ever in my life hear about how you suck Davie’s dick. You done fucked up my whole mental,” Ricky said with her tiny, cute, mocha-colored round face screwed up. She tried desperately to erase the image of her Aunt Miranda performing oral sex on her Uncle Davie.
“I’m just trying to tell your little ass what you need to know about keeping a nigga. It ain’t all about staying in shape and keeping your hair and nails done. All that shit is a plus, but you gotta keep your man satisfied, if not . . . ”
“What you mean, if not ?”
“Ricky, what’s the one thing Auntie told you on your wedding day when your mother was kicking all that sentimental shit?”
A smile crept across Ricky’s face as she quoted her aunt’s favorite line, “Never let your man leave the house hungry or horny—”
Cutting Ricky off, Miranda jumped in finishing the sentence, “’Cause another bitch will surely feed ’em and fuck ’em. Now have Ming Lee drop them kids off over here so you and Quentin can have some alone time.”
“Auntie, our nanny’s name is Anna, not Ming Lee or Sue Chin.”
“Whatever her name is, have her drop them chaps off over here. You need to do like them little Destiny Child girls said, and spend some time catering to your man.”
“Alright, Auntie. I’ll have her bring them over. I’ll be by to pick them up first thing in the morning.”
“Let them stay until Sunday evening. Spend the entire weekend with your man. I don’t want you to call me ever again crying because your husband says that you’re not taking care of his needs.”
“Bye, Auntie! Bye!”
“Bye, baby, love you.”
“Love you, too.” Tossing her Blackberry over onto the passenger seat, Ricky turned the stereo up blasting the sound of Faith Evans. Feeling what Faith was singing, she began singing along, “ Even though my money changed, I tried my best to stay the same. But you know with more money more problems came. ” Tears burned the outer corners of Ricky’s eyes. begging to be released, all because Faith’s lyrics were hitting so close to home. It was all good before the money; I swear it was, Ricky thought, mashing harder on the gas, pushing her brand new Benz truck faster down I-485. It was one of the luxuries that her career as a national bestselling author had afforded her. Buying that truck had been the highlight of her month. It was a beautiful mint green 2006 ML500. She’d walked right into the Mercedes dealer and paid cash for it two weeks earlier.
Now she felt like the same money that had allowed her to do such a wonderful thing was causing problems in her marriage. Before the money they were so happy. As she drove, Ricky reflected on their relationship before the seven- and eight-figure deals, before the expensive cars, before the beautiful house in the exclusive Ballantyne section of Charlotte. The sex that Quentin now felt deprived of use to be hot, heavy, and regular. Their heated conversation from earlier in the day played over and over in her head. “You don’t even have time to give a nigga head no more.” Quentin had said, lying in the bed, his erection poking through the top sheet as he watched her getting dressed.
“Not now, Quentin. I’m late for an important writer’s conference.”
“You’re always in a rush to go somewhere when I wanna fuck.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be in a fuckin’ rush if I hadn’t overslept. And if you’re
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