I Never Said I Was a Good Girl Read Online Free PDF Page B

‘Who Got Da Props’ by Black Moon starts playing on my iPhone which was at that time my text notification. I put the car in park, turned off the ignition and the lights as I tapped the screen to see who was texting me. I looked at the text and saw a number that I didn’t recognize and no name so I knew it was not a contact that I had saved. I tapped the message and it opened up and read:
    Chyna this is Joaquin. I just wanted to touch bases and see if we can set up a meeting to discuss some things I have set up for Iyauna so we can work together to advance her career. Hit me up at your earliest convenience.
    I smiled and rested my head on the headrest. I was giddy at the thought of another meeting with him and the thought of being alone with him instantly made me horny. “Shit he talking about hitting him up, I’d rather have him hit me off,” I said out loud laughing under my breath.
    It slowly started to sink in that the way I was feeling about this married man was wrong. I thought to myself ‘You are taking this too far. First he is married, second he is not interested in you, and third he is married.’ I sighed and promised myself that I was done with this idiotic infatuation threw my phone in my purse and got out the car.
    I walked in the house and decided that I was going to text him back. This meeting was to be strictly business.
    I drank three or four glasses of wine before texting Joaquin, just to take some of the edge off. I texted him my office address and told him he could come by at 10 o’clock in the morning on the following Monday. He immediately texted back and said he would be there.
    Joaquin walked in my office at ten o’clock sharp looking fly as hell. His Tom Ford jeans hung just right. His green eyes seemed even greener today. Even his smile seemed brighter today.
    I stood; we shook hands and took our seats on the sofa in my office to begin the meeting.  I remember we discussed his plans for Iyauna and her career but the conversation quickly turned to the two of us. Before I even knew it we were talking about our favorite movies, foods, songs and drinks. We just got so relaxed with each other. The next thing I can recall is us laughing about some little corny joke he made and I patted him on his hand when he leaned in and began to kiss me. I began to kiss him back as fireworks began to explode inside of me. Things escalated so fast: his hands found their way to my breasts and begin playing with my nipples and they became rock hard and were pushing through my white silk camisole, my hands made their way inside his pants and I began to stroke his already firm muscle, feeling the moisture from a drop of pre-cum and rubbing it in to his thick helmet.
    My office phone began to ring, bringing a halt to the passionate shenanigans I was taking part in. Reality set in as I jumped up to get the phone. I ended the meeting and knew at that point that I had begun a decent in a direction I really didn’t need to go. He must have been torn and confused as well because he left without a word or any signs of hesitation…
    Tears began to stream down my face as I realize how much I love Joaquin. How my body reacts at the very thought of him, how the smell of his cologne gets me all hot and bothered, all the forbidden times we have shared. I lather up my wash cloth, wash myself and get out the shower just as the water begins to turn cold again from having run so long.
    I wrap a towel around myself and flop down on my bed on top of my periwinkle comforter. I grab a pillow and lay there in the dark, crying until I fall asleep. Loving him and hating myself because I do.

Chapter 6: Omari
    I leave Brazille’s salon with only one agenda in mind, which is to make her mine. She is beautiful, successful, and independent. She is everything I have been looking for. She is naturally beautiful and chooses to jazz up her look with a little makeup but she does not go overboard like most of these women nowadays. They have fake