Secrets of a Side Bitch by Jessica Watkins Read Free Book Online Page B

“Okay.”
                  I was set to go out on a date with Omari. We had been seeing each other for a few weeks, but it didn’t get my mind off of Tre. I loved Tre when Omari barely seemed interested in me. Yes, he took me to nice places and called me often, but he ignored all of my advances. I needed a man, someone to rock me to sleep and make me forget about being lonely.
                  Omari, for whatever reason, was too timid to do that. When we first hung out, I could tell that he was intimidated by my nice job, nice car, and big home. But as the weeks went by, I noticed that he was dabbling into some extracurricular activities that was putting some coins in his pockets. Therefore, he was able to treat me on the level that I was accustomed to. I knew exactly what he was dabbling in because he talked freely around me. It turned me on to be with a nigga in the dope game. That was a first for me.
                  But like I said, he had yet to fuck with me like I wanted him to, so as we said goodbye I finished getting ready with little urgency. Prior to Tre’s phone call, I had showered and changed into a mint green mermaid maxi dress. Paired with some stiletto sandals, it was casual yet classy enough for wherever he had in mind to take me that night.
                  Just as Omari rang the bell, I was finishing up the retouch of my makeup and getting rid of the smudges that the tears left. My mind was still on Tre and it was driving me crazy. I checked my cell for a missed call or email one more time as I walked towards the front door. Luckily, I had an email, so I stopped dead in my tracks in the hallway. Quickly, I opened the Google Mail app. It was indeed Tre, but once I saw that he started the email with “Hoe”, I closed the email and decided to read it later.
                  When I opened the door for Omari, he looked like he was having just as much of a fucked up night as I was.
                  “Hey you.” No matter how tired he looked, he greeted me with a smile. It actually looked like laying eyes on me had brightened his day. He looked over the curves that my maxi dress enhanced and licked his lips. “You look great.”
                  “Thank you. You look great, but tired. Long day?”
                  Omari stepped into the foyer as I went to grab my purse.
                  “Yea, something like that. I had a crazy day.”
              “Well, we don’t have to go anywhere if you’re too tired.”
                  Purse in hand, I walked towards him. As soon as he could reach them, he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him. My pussy leaked as my body came in contact with his. This man had undeniable presence. His smell alone wrapped around me and suffocated me.
                  “I want to feed you,” he told me as he kissed my forehead.
                  “You can feed me in other ways.” I was literally purring into his ear. I was being forward, but I didn’t care. Tre had left me feeling like less of a woman. I needed to be convinced otherwise. Omari was the perfect man for the job.
                  Suddenly, I could feel the familiar heat that was always between Omari and I when we were together. There was sexual chemistry between us that was so magnetic that it felt like my body was being drawn to him. Yet, he ignored that chemistry so effortlessly that it made me question my femininity. He would only kiss me, as he did at that moment. Only tonight he was aggressive with his touch; grabbing me by the back of my head, sucking each of my lips, and biting them gently.
                  “Let’s stay in.” I was practically begging. I was so ready to give this man all of me. I wanted him to take me so badly.
                  He continued grabbing my hair with his huge hands as he spoke to me. “You