Free Married to a Balla by Jackie D.

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    Justice looked at his watch; he was almost finished with his last exit interview for the evening. Several of the women and their families were leaving the shelter and moving into places of their own, which always required a lot of paperwork.
    Justice enjoyed helping the families, but he was growing tired of the same old routine associated with the shelter. He never knew how difficult it would be dealing with a bunch of hormonal women day after day. This wasn’t the big plan he visualized for Breaking the Cycle women’s shelter. A safe haven he’d opened in memory of his mother who was abused and killed by his father who later turned the gun on himself when Justice was only eight years old.
    He directed his attention to Deidra, who’d completed her last piece of paper work for her new apartment. Deidra and her son had come to the shelter six months ago after a terrifying experience.
    “Okay Deidra, you’ve completed all your paperwork, so we’re done here. It’s certainly been a pleasure having you here. You were always strong enough to stand on your own. We just gave you the reassurance you needed.” Justice stood up and gave her a hug.
    “Thanks for everything Justice, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you and BTC hadn’t helped my son and I.”
    Deidra squeezed Justice so tight, she almost took his breath away. She was a big girl, about 300lbs. Justice often wondered how any man could beat her ass.
    Once she released her grip, Justice fixed his shirt. “The movers will be here in a few hours to help you move all your belongings. Make sure you sign my boy, Malik, up for a little league baseball team, he got skills. You did a wonderful job raising him. Pat yourself on the back mama.”
    Deidra wiped a tear from her eye. “Thanks again Justice. You’ve always been such a sweetheart,” she said leaving the office.
    Justice sat back down and shuffled through the huge stack of papers on his mahogany desk. He dropped his head thinking about how long it was going to take him to finish up. A sudden knock on his office door startled him.
    “Come in!” he yelled.
    When his assistant, Mercedes, pranced inside she was popping gum as usual wearing her usual cheap platform heels. She was your typical Puerto Rican girl with thick, full lips that always displayed gold lipstick and dark lip liner. Her long jet black hair had golden highlights, which she always wore in an outdated, crimped hair style.
    “Excuse me Justice, Deacon Jones is on line one for you. Do you need me to help out with any of that paperwork?” She walked over to his desk and quickly sat on the edge. “I’m sure you remember what happened the last time we worked late.”
    Mercedes leaned over revealing her 36D cup sized breasts. It was the one asset she was truly proud of. “Don’t you remember having these babies in your mouth? Remember how many times you kept telling me how perfect my nipples were.”
    “Knock it off Mercedes. I told you before, us sleeping together was a mistake,” Justice said.
    “You could’ve fooled me. The way you were moaning didn’t sound like a mistake baby.”
    She rubbed her hands against his low cut hair then down his face.
    Justice immediately pushed her hand away. “Mercedes, I told you I don’t want to jeopardize our working relationship. Besides I’m not feeling you like that. You need to forget that shit ever happened. Get out of my face anyway. You smell like cigarettes.”
    “You weren’t complaining about the smell when you were in between my pussy,” Mercedes shot back. “I can’t forget about that night, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try to front like it didn’t mean anything. I know it meant something.”
    “It didn’t.”
    “Stop lying,” Mercedes replied before jumping off the desk, sashaying out the office and closing the door.
    Realizing that he needed to find another assistant, Justice shook his head before picking up the receiver and