Free Power of the Pen by Xyla Turner Page B

I said.
    “Yeah, see ya.” He did not even look at me and left.
    “Really,” I whispered under my breath.
    Yeah, see ya ?
    Well, damn. I mention zhays and he gets all weird, and then leaves. After everything last night? Trying my best not to feel dumb for giving him my address, I knew with certainty that he would not be back. That was my only concern. It was one night and some breakfast, but it would be alright.
    Fuck him .
    There were more guys at The Em that could make breakfast that made my mouth water, stroke me until I came all over his cock, and spank me until I was dripping wet. Zach was my first that did all of that, but I’m sure there would be more. There had to be since I was craving his touch now. He exposed me to something new and erotic, so if he was not giving it to me, then someone else had to.
    Bastard .
    ******
    Two weeks had passed, and I had heard from Gab every single day. I had not heard from Sheree, and I had not heard from Zach. I also had not reached out to anyone of them, and after the first two days, I blocked Gab’s phone number, so she got hip and called me from a blocked number. Someone rang my doorbell a few times, but I never opened or even acknowledged that I was home. My brother, Whit, called a few times and I had to explain that I was not depressed. He informed me that I better not be because he would send Kendell and mom after me if I were. This is what I got for telling mom that Gab and I were no longer speaking and about the incident at Sal’s.  Mom was astonished, and the first thing she wanted to know was who saw it, so she could do damage control. Whit was happy that all the training we did worked out and Kendell was a little upset that I let her get to me. He was all about self-control. I told him that I was in full control, but he was not buying it.
    Gab left messages on my answering machine every day with varied versions of the same message. “Lauren, give me a call…this shouldn’t end like this…we’ve been friends for years now…please let me know that you are okay.”
    The house returned to disarray, as I was blogging and responding to comments and posting most of the time. I had not responded to real_zhays the day Zach was here, nor after that. The fact that he might have known him or agreed with his work gave me pause. After being secluded in the house, I decided to go The Em for a book event that was during the day. I figured none of the people I did not want to run into would be there at that time.
    Local Authoress C. Lynette had just released her debut novel, so she was doing a reading and signing at 2:00 PM. Upon arriving, I saw that there were a lot of cars as usual, but someone must have just left because there was a spot right up front. Charlie was the first person to greet me as if I were the queen of Egypt.
    “Lauren, my Lauren, I haven’t seen ya lately.” He chimed.
    “Yeah, work has been busy Charlie.” I smiled at the older man, who couldn’t quite be my father, but a big brother sort.
    “Ahh, yeah.” He smiled back at me.
    “Just water for now,” I nodded.
    “Sure thing.”
    After Ms. Lynette had read from her erotic romance book, Ebony Articles , I was suddenly in the mood. For the past two weeks, I was nowhere near that mood, but I was horny as hell at The Em, and it was only 4:00 PM. When the reading and signing was over, I sidled up at the bar and talked to Charlie, who proceeded to give me my regular Cosmo. Thirty minutes later, another Cosmo was delivered and Charlie pointed to a guy across the bar, near the bathrooms. I held up the drink and nodded. The tall black man took that invitation to come closer, which got me even hornier since he physically resembled Idris Elba.
    Whew, hot damn !
    He had to be around 6’3 with dark brown skin, no blemishes and a fresh fade. He had on black pin-striped tailored pants, a dress shirt, and his matching jacket was wrapped around his finger and slung over his shoulder. He sauntered towards me