I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... I can't help myself lately.}

"Don't air our personal business out like that, Cheryl."

"Don't come marching into my work yelling at my coworkers." She steps down from the ladder and kisses me on the cheek, and pinch my butt. She is trying to get a rise out of her husband. "Especially Craig." she smiles at me. "I have to go and handle some business. Will you be okay with doing the rest of the shift by yourself? "

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Okay, text me if you need anything."

"Right." My eyes edge up towards her husband as he stares a hole into me.

"Okay, dear, come on, Harold. Let's go."

"Why did you get to do this here, Cher?"

"Don't start with me. Don't you ever come in here acting like ja..." Their voices fade in the background from the produce section.

After that incident, work returned quickly, and I got off work. Pulling out my phone, Nyla texted me, saying she could do the design and asking if she could deliver it in person this weekend. I tell her that maybe she can even meet Angel. I get home to the apartment, and after a short drive, I see Keisha and Megan's car in the parking lot.

The apartment is blaring with music as Megan sits on the couch, and Keisha comes out and models a dress to her.

"How does this one look, this the one look?" Keisha says, showing off a dark green dress she is wearing to Megan on the living room couch.

"I also like this one; they all look good on you, Keis."

"We have to pick the best one."

"The hell is ...

... going on in here? Americans next top." I say to them, closing the front door to the apartment.

"Go ahead, finish," Megan says.

"I did."

"No, you didn't. You were going to say some smartass comment." Keisha says.

"Ah, no, I wasn't."

"I have a date, and Meggie."

"don't call me that."

"Is helping me out."

"Ah, gotcha. Well, you. On a date. It has been a while." I say, walking into the living room to sit on the couch beside Megan.

"Craig?" Megan says.

"Where ya going?"

"Key to the City," Keisha says, flicking her middle at me.

"Wow, that place is fancy."

"I know, I've never been, I can't wait. I heard it has some of the best steaks in Georgia."

"It was on the Food Network channel."

"Yup, don't interrupt us. We've got important business going on here. I can't show up in the best restaurant in the city looking like a bum."

"Do you even own a suit, Craig?" Megan says, smiling at me.

"Whoa, this a personal attack against me now. No, Megan, I don't have a suit; the one I did have is too big now."

"Figures."

"Ah, huh. Good luck, sis." I say, walking into my room. {Do you even own a suit? This bitch.} My phone vibrates. I went to check it, and it was Nyla.

Nyla the Nyla [Hey Friendo, Are you ready?]

Craig Mac [Ready for what?]

Nyla the Nyla [ This?] The logo of Angel and my comic book messages over the phone. Its looks...

Craig Mac [Damn girl, you put your coochie in this! This logo looks fucking amazing.]

Nyla the Nyla ...