Page 39 of The Ninth

Me: I don’t remember you saying all that about it...

Duke: How’s your tattoo healing?

Me: Fantastic. You did a great job, Mr. Chicago.

Duke: Coo, coo, coo. So, considering you’re a transplant, I wanna pop your cherry. You need to get the tourist experience out the way so you can actually get to the real Chicago.

Me: What are you saying? Or asking?

Duke: I’m telling you to get dressed and don’t eat. You’re coming with me for the day. What’s your address?

Me: Uhhhh. I can meet you at your shop in like...an hour?

Duke: You don’t want your husband to see me picking you up?

I cackled.

Me: Oh, booooo!

Duke: I’ll see you in forty-five minutes.

Me: I said an hou—

BOOP. BOOP. BOOP.

I covered my face. The littlest of smirks formed as I shook my head. Yes, I’m happy this man called. But whyyyy did it have to be after a night at the club. And why the hell is he so damn bossy?!

My feet hit the ground before my soul did. I took a second before rushing to my closet. A piece of me wanted to wear shorts with my ass out or something tight. Even though I knew I would look fire, there’s no piece of me that wanted to spend the entire day uncomfortable. I was even uncomfortable in my shorts last night.

Instead, I grabbed a long maxiskirt that was yellow with pastel flowers all over it. It was snug around my waist and ass but flowed down to my feet. Perfect. Next I grabbed a white, tight-fitting halter top that was cropped. After getting my thong, socks, and Sambas, I rushed out the room and to the bathroom.

As I walked past the kitchen island, I noticed several grocery bags and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I’m guessing Super Man-Man brought them. Thank goodness Cassie didn’t wake me up to meet that man. The girls were gone and Cassie was giggling in her room. It was already about 11:45am.

I rushed, stripping my t-shirt and panties off. Once in the shower, I scrubbed extra for the day and did my entire smell good routine. By the time I got out, my skin was squeaky clean. I did skincare, brushed my teeth, cleaned my ears, rubbed my body down in butter, and finally sprayed Burberry Goddess all over myself.

Once I had the fit on, I took the bonnet-scarf off of my head, pulling at the curls a little bit. They were still absolutely gorgeous and hit so much better in this outfit. Instead of exiting into the living room, I exited into Cassie’s bathroom so I could show her.

I came out into her room, rounded the corner and.... “AHHHHHH!” I screamed, turning and running. I ran into the wall but kept my ass running to my room.

I heard her cackling from across the apartment. All I could do was grab my oversized glasses and some flower earrings, putting them on. Eventually, she came into my room in a robe.

“Devyn! You look soooo cuteeeeeee! Let me do a very light beat, PLEASE!”

“I don’t have time. The person who’s waiting for me is strict. He said don’t eat and to come in forty-five minutes. I’ll be gone all day, I think.”

K3: Don’t eat so she can be filled up with dick?

Cassie covered her mouth as she laughed.

Cassie: Well, me and Deddy wanna say sorry for what you walked in on.

K3: She should’ve knocked.

Cassie: KENZO!

K3: We sorry, folks.

Me: Hey, if you called and asked her to get butt naked in her own apartment and play with her “water faucet” on the phone, that’s y’all’s business.