Page 61 of Baby, You're My Weakness
Since we were playing those games while she looked at me, I stared right back. I guess that was her way of tryna intimidate me, but it’s not gone happen. When she realized I wasn’t turning away, she cleared her throat, going under the desk.
“Go pee.” She slammed a cup in front of me.
Huffing out a breath, I stormed out of the room. It’s taking everything in me to remain calm. I couldn’t afford to beat her ass, but that didn’t mean I had to be nice.
I got done handling my business and went back into her office. She was flipping through a folder. Her ugly ass ain’t even let me sit down before asking questions.
“Did you find a job, yet?”
I looked down to the uniform shirt I had on, her eyes followed my gaze.
“Right. How about school?”
I sighed, sick of this conversation already. “I haven’t yet, but I will be soon.”
“Are you staying out of trouble?”
I unlocked my phone and sat it faced down on the table.
“Yup.” At this point, I’d rather her just come out and ask about my relationship with Love, then sitting here pretending she knew nothing about it. It was really starting to irk my nerves.
“Alright.” She put the folder away, folding her arms across her chest.
I waited for her to speak. “Obviously, you know that I know, what’s going on between you and Love.”
“What would that be?” I played dumb, sitting further back in the chair.
“Y’all was fucking around when he was working your case.” She spoke with her hands, rolling her neck with attitude.
“First of all, we ain’t having sex. Second, wasn’t y’all doing the same thing you accusing me of?”
“He’s not on my case.”
“You are his supervisor though, Lauren. The difference is, y’all been having sex for months. Me and Love are just friends.”
“Girl, please. The pictures show otherwise.”
“So, it was you who sent them to my house?” I caught her. “That’s a little cray cray if you ask me, doing this for somebody that you not even in a relationship with. I’m sorry you went through all the trouble, but that blackmail stunt ain’t gone work.”
“Let’s see what Mr. Simmonds would say about it. I don’t see what Love sees in a felon anyway when he has me. I was with him first, how could he trade me for trash?”
Trash? I was not even offended by that. The only shot she had against me was my record.
“Ain’t you pushing forty? What Love gone do with you?” I retorted, tilting my head to the side.
“I’m only twenty-seven.”
That’s even worse, and she wondered why he didn’t want her. “Sorry to hear that, yo’ face look like it’s been through hard times.”
Her cheeks turned beet red as she jumped out the chair so fast, it flew back onto the floor. Pointing her finger towards the door, she spat, “Get out my fucking office hoe before I beat your ass.”
She has a lot of pressure on her chest,I thought.
I remained in my seat, unbothered, as she towered over me. I wasn’t worried about her hitting me, though; she wasn’t that damn stupid.
“If that happens, that’ll be the highlight of my fucking day,” I replied sarcastically. She was red hot at the fact that I was not letting her push me around.
She stormed over to the office phone, picking it up. “Expect the police at your door come tomorrow morning.”
