CHAPTER 4: BIG GIRLS ARE WINNING

KEVAH'S POV

This is some fucked up shit. I am just standing there looking at the liar with the honey tongue, glaring daggers at him.

“Why didn't you tell me you have a wife, asshole?” I rave.

“Shh, she might hear you.” he whispers, sweat decorate his face like a murderer on trial.

“Open the fucking door, Victor. I know you have some cheap whore in there."

Who the hell is she calling a cheap whore?

“Honey, I'm on the phone with a very important client.”

What a poor excuse for an alibi.

“Is there another way out of the office?” I ask him. I don't have time for this.

“No, there's only one way in and out."

“Well, in that case, Victor, you're screwed."

“What?” His voice is shaky.

His wife knows he has someone in here, and I'm not about to cover his ass by hiding in a closet or under a desk.

Oh! No-sirree.

“The sex was nice Victor and your head game was strong. Just next time, don't forget to mention to a girl you're married. We could have avoided all of this if you were truthful at the beginning."

Lord knows I wouldn't have slept with him if I knew he was taken.

He looks at me with a surprised expression.

I take my purse off the floor.

I see my panty as I clench the doorknob.

There you are.

I pick up my underwear and stuff it in my pocket, then I open the door.

My eyes land on one of the slim girls who was making snide remarks about me earlier, and I kinda feel great, knowing that I just fucked her husband.

She glares at me with scorn and humiliation in her eyes.

She knows she can't take me. I will claw her eyes out if she tries anything.

“He is all yours," I declare as I walk past her.

Victor loves chocolate, I think to myself when I realize his wife is black.

“Victor, I can't believe you just cheated on me with a fat loser," she cries.

Fat loser?

I turn around. “Listen, sweetheart," she stares at me when she realizes that I'm still here. “I may be fat, but I ain't no loser. In fact, I just won twice after your husband ate and fucked my pussy," I spit at her.

“Angela, please let me explain," Victor intervenes.

“Shut up, Victor, I ain't done yet," I tell him. “Look Angela, I didn't know he was married until now but next time when you see a thick girl pass you by, remember a fat girl stole your husband — even if it was only for 12 minutes, ” I smirk and Victor's mouth widens. “Plus, it's 2016 and us big girls are winning too."

I leave the troubled couple to work out their problems.

I smile to myself as I make my way downstairs.

Shit! I've been gone for 25 minutes. Lana and Ella must be fuming.

I jog my way towards the bathroom and use a minute to freshen up, then I hurry outside, and this time I collide with a muscular frame.

“Be careful," a man's velvety voice reaches out to my ears.

“So — sorry," I stutter when I notice it's the guy from the VIP booth.

Here goes my greedy pussy again.

His eyes are so deep and inviting. I feel myself getting pulled into the depths of his dark chocolate orbs. My nipples are hard again, and I just want him to take me against the wall behind him.

“It's OK," he smiles, and I blush. I start to walk away when he holds my wrist. “Wait, what's your name?"

Oh! Lord. His hands are so smooth and soft. I wonder how they'd feel against my body.

“Kevah Pierce."

“I'm Trevor Munro," he shakes my hand.

Trevor Munro?

“Wait? Aren't you the new weather guy on Channel 318?"

“Ah, yes," he blushes.

Mama keeps swooning over the new meteorologist on the Morning Time Live program.

“Oh wow! Do you mind if I get a selfie with you?"

“Is it for someone else? Because you didn't recognize me until I mentioned my name."

“Busted. It's for my mother. She's always going on about you.”

“Ok," he flashes me his pearly whites.

I take out my phone, and we snap a few selfies.

“Thank you, Mr. Munro.”

“Please, it's Trevor."

I giggle. “Well, it's nice meeting you, Trevor."

I walk off.

“Wait." I spin around and see him looking at me with lust-stained eyes. “Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?”

I almost jumped for joy, but I swallow my overjoy and I bat my eyelashes at him.

“I would love to." His eyes light up like a shooting star. “But I'm busy tonight," I say playfully.

“Oh," he sulks.

“But —, ” I say, and his eyes come alive again. “If you would like to be my date to my sisters' party, you are welcome to join me tonight."

“Yes, I'd love to."

We swap digits and I give him my address.

“Catch you later, Trevor."

“Yes, see you tonight, Kevah.”

I watch his butt wiggling in his jeans as it disappears behind the men's bathroom door.

There goes mistake number six. I giggle to myself as I make my way to the twins.