Mr Henderson going to fuck all love holes
Wednesday, I had just completed work. Henderson eyed me sternly from his desk, “Don’t make me have to come looking for you.” he joked.
I laughed, “I’ll be there. I’m bringing my cousin Iyanna if that’s okay.”
He smiled, “Of course, they’ll be some other people there. I’m trying to build a better relationship with my half-brother.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother.”
“Girl, yes, same father, you know how it goes.”
“Yeah,” I replied. I did understand. However, I was an only child. So my cousins were like my brothers and sisters and friends growing up.
“Alright babe, I’ll see you around 5:30.”
“See you later.”
I got home, took a shower, and looked for something cute and comfortable to wear. Ah-ha, I spotted a romper, cute white with black designs, spaghetti-strapped, just added some accessories, bangles, necklace, and earrings and I looked somewhat dressy.
I go get in my Hyundai Elantra, which is what Elise liked to drive. She’s a practical person, for the most part, plus, it was good on gas. I headed over to Iyanna’s. I texted her when I was outside of her apartment complex.
I waited. I knew she wasn’t going to be ready. I just sat and scrolled through my phone. I got a call from Gianni. I answered and heard his voice, “Hello beautiful,” he said.
“Hi. I haven’t heard from you in a while, how are you?”
“Would be better if I was lying next to you.”
“Oh, wow, such a romantic. I love it.”
“When can I see you?”
“That depends.”
“I’ll be in Miami at the end of the month. Lock me in, I want the whole weekend.”
I chuckled, “Okay Mr. Gianni, I hear you. I have that last weekend reserved for you baby.”
“See you then, I can’t wait.”
The call ended just as Iyanna opened the car door and dropped in the seat wearing almost an identical jumper. We laughed. It was funny how we wouldn’t tell each other what we were planning to wear but somehow ended up wearing similar things.
“Why you always trying to be like me?” she joked as she clicked her seat belt.
“Because you my big cousin.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I hope they have some cute men at this thing.”
My eyebrow rose, “Seriously, what about Shawn?” Who was her latest fling?
She sucked her teeth, “Ain’t nothing wrong with having a few options. Stick with ya cuz and I’ll teach you a thing or two.”
I cleared my throat, if only she knew. My options game was an entire force to be reckoned with.
We got to Henderson’s place. He lived with his partner in these fancy condos. “Come in love, look at you two, looking like high school students,” joked Henderson.
“High school, I’ll take it,” said Iyanna happily.
“I was hoping more for undergrad.”
He looked at me, “I see how you dressed it up, okay ... undergrad it is.”
I hugged Santiago, “How are you doing San?”
“Good, come get some drinks and meet everyone. We walk into this seating area and that’s when I saw him ... He smiled, “Elise.”
Henderson looked at me, “Do you two know each other?” he asked.
“Sort of, we met briefly.”
“And now, I know we’re destined to be together,” replied Henderson with a huge smile showing off his pearly whites.
Henderson’s eyebrow rose, “Well okay.”
I chuckled, “We’ll see.”
“This is my half-brother, Jefferson.”
He shook my hand, “I’ll be expecting a date this weekend. And no excuses.”
I nodded. But was I ready for that? Was he?
We played a few board games and later, he and I ended up sitting at a table playing UNO, where I completely ate him up. I hit him with three skips, two reverses, and a draw four before changing the color and calling, “Uno.”
“Damn Elise over here playing cutthroat UNO,” he joked.
My cousin chimed in, “Oh yeah, my cuz is vicious in UNO, and don’t play her in Monopoly or any of those Trivia games. It’s a wrap.”
He smiled, “Good to know.” His eyes danced across my skin, “Are we doing Friday or Saturday?”
My eyebrow rose.
He pointed, “Our date. I haven’t forgotten,” he urged.
I chuckled, “You’re still with that, huh?”
“Um yeah. You promised.”
“Technically, it wasn’t a promise.”
“Semantics?”
I laughed. I didn’t have any plans for the weekend. So I responded, “Friday.”
His eyes lit up, “Great. I need your number.” I gave him my phone number and we spent the rest of the night talking.
everyone was walking around all worked up over this new manager that was assigned to our department. Me, I didn’t care. I sat, ate my biscuit, and drank my juice, while I thought about the pleasant conversation I had had with Jefferson.
Henderson nudged me, “My brother likes you. Imagine us as in-laws.”
I chuckled, “Wow, calm down sir. We haven’t even made it through the first date.”
“I know, but give him a chance. He’s a real nice guy.”
“And why isn’t he already with someone?”
“I don’t know, but If he’s pursuing you, it’s because he wants you.”
Henderson looked up, “Oh, is that the manager?” I stood up and looked over my partition. I saw Vivian with him ... my mind immediately flashed back to undergrad.
Naturally, I was somewhat of an introvert. I had learned to stay away from people as much as I could because they were always staring, making rude comments, and making me feel unwanted. However, that somewhat changed when I met my roommate Mallory Jones.
She was this pretty high yellow girl with that long wavy hair that most men went after. And no shade, she was pretty. She started inviting me to hang out with her and a few of her friends.
We would go bowling, watch movies, and hang out at the park. I thought I had found my tribe, and maybe I had, but it’s weird how when someone wants something, the extreme lengths they’d go through to get it, even if it meant destroying a friendship.
One night we were having lunch at a burger spot when Preston Wright walked in. He was this basketball player, that a lot of girls wanted to get with, mainly because, let’s be real, many of them saw dollar signs.
He was tall, muscular, dark-skinned, and attractive. When he walked in, he spoke to us. Mallory nearly jumped in her seat, “Did you see how he spoke to me?” she said gleefully.
I was like, girl, he spoke to everyone, not just you. I didn’t respond, so she added, “Don’t be like that, I told you, one day, you’ll find a guy that appreciates the way you look.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked with a huge attitude.
“You know.” She looked at the other two people and continued, “She’s always talking about how no one finds her attractive because of her skin condition.”
“I never told you that.”
“Not in so many words, but I’m like a psych major, I get it.”
I rolled my eyes. Preston walked over to our table with his food, “Mind if I join?”
And this is where my disdain for the fake influencer voice began. Mallory suddenly started talking with that voice, “Oh my god, Preston, of course not, join us.”
My face morphed into confusion. Where the hell did you get that voice from and suddenly, the other two girls opted to use it as well. Me, I just used my regular voice.
He looked at me, “You’re in a few of my business classes, right?”
I nodded, “Yeah, we have Accounting, Finance, and Business Law.”
“You’re like hella smart. Might have to get you to tutor me.”
Mallory chimed in, “I took finance in high school and my teacher totally told me I should have majored in Business and Finance when I got to college. I could probably lead a study group; Elise could help of course.”
This was from a woman that couldn’t figure out what twenty percent off of eighty was in a department store. Kept insisting that the sales associate didn’t give her the proper amount off, “It’s supposed to be twenty dollars off. I want to speak to a manager.”
I pulled her to the side, “It’s twenty percent off, which is sixteen dollars off, making it sixty-four dollars, and then you have to add the taxes.”
She smiled, “Oh, I knew that. I was having a brain fart.” She walked back to the register, “On second thought, I don’t want it.”
That should have let me know that she was on some heavy bull. Anyone can make a mistake, but it’s how you conduct yourself afterward. She didn’t even apologize.
Anyway, a person with her limited math skills leading a study group for business majors was a whole hot mess. She spent most of the time walking around in booty shorts and crop tops.
I laughed, “I’ll be there. I’m bringing my cousin Iyanna if that’s okay.”
He smiled, “Of course, they’ll be some other people there. I’m trying to build a better relationship with my half-brother.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother.”
“Girl, yes, same father, you know how it goes.”
“Yeah,” I replied. I did understand. However, I was an only child. So my cousins were like my brothers and sisters and friends growing up.
“Alright babe, I’ll see you around 5:30.”
“See you later.”
I got home, took a shower, and looked for something cute and comfortable to wear. Ah-ha, I spotted a romper, cute white with black designs, spaghetti-strapped, just added some accessories, bangles, necklace, and earrings and I looked somewhat dressy.
I go get in my Hyundai Elantra, which is what Elise liked to drive. She’s a practical person, for the most part, plus, it was good on gas. I headed over to Iyanna’s. I texted her when I was outside of her apartment complex.
I waited. I knew she wasn’t going to be ready. I just sat and scrolled through my phone. I got a call from Gianni. I answered and heard his voice, “Hello beautiful,” he said.
“Hi. I haven’t heard from you in a while, how are you?”
“Would be better if I was lying next to you.”
“Oh, wow, such a romantic. I love it.”
“When can I see you?”
“That depends.”
“I’ll be in Miami at the end of the month. Lock me in, I want the whole weekend.”
I chuckled, “Okay Mr. Gianni, I hear you. I have that last weekend reserved for you baby.”
“See you then, I can’t wait.”
The call ended just as Iyanna opened the car door and dropped in the seat wearing almost an identical jumper. We laughed. It was funny how we wouldn’t tell each other what we were planning to wear but somehow ended up wearing similar things.
“Why you always trying to be like me?” she joked as she clicked her seat belt.
“Because you my big cousin.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I hope they have some cute men at this thing.”
My eyebrow rose, “Seriously, what about Shawn?” Who was her latest fling?
She sucked her teeth, “Ain’t nothing wrong with having a few options. Stick with ya cuz and I’ll teach you a thing or two.”
I cleared my throat, if only she knew. My options game was an entire force to be reckoned with.
We got to Henderson’s place. He lived with his partner in these fancy condos. “Come in love, look at you two, looking like high school students,” joked Henderson.
“High school, I’ll take it,” said Iyanna happily.
“I was hoping more for undergrad.”
He looked at me, “I see how you dressed it up, okay ... undergrad it is.”
I hugged Santiago, “How are you doing San?”
“Good, come get some drinks and meet everyone. We walk into this seating area and that’s when I saw him ... He smiled, “Elise.”
Henderson looked at me, “Do you two know each other?” he asked.
“Sort of, we met briefly.”
“And now, I know we’re destined to be together,” replied Henderson with a huge smile showing off his pearly whites.
Henderson’s eyebrow rose, “Well okay.”
I chuckled, “We’ll see.”
“This is my half-brother, Jefferson.”
He shook my hand, “I’ll be expecting a date this weekend. And no excuses.”
I nodded. But was I ready for that? Was he?
We played a few board games and later, he and I ended up sitting at a table playing UNO, where I completely ate him up. I hit him with three skips, two reverses, and a draw four before changing the color and calling, “Uno.”
“Damn Elise over here playing cutthroat UNO,” he joked.
My cousin chimed in, “Oh yeah, my cuz is vicious in UNO, and don’t play her in Monopoly or any of those Trivia games. It’s a wrap.”
He smiled, “Good to know.” His eyes danced across my skin, “Are we doing Friday or Saturday?”
My eyebrow rose.
He pointed, “Our date. I haven’t forgotten,” he urged.
I chuckled, “You’re still with that, huh?”
“Um yeah. You promised.”
“Technically, it wasn’t a promise.”
“Semantics?”
I laughed. I didn’t have any plans for the weekend. So I responded, “Friday.”
His eyes lit up, “Great. I need your number.” I gave him my phone number and we spent the rest of the night talking.
everyone was walking around all worked up over this new manager that was assigned to our department. Me, I didn’t care. I sat, ate my biscuit, and drank my juice, while I thought about the pleasant conversation I had had with Jefferson.
Henderson nudged me, “My brother likes you. Imagine us as in-laws.”
I chuckled, “Wow, calm down sir. We haven’t even made it through the first date.”
“I know, but give him a chance. He’s a real nice guy.”
“And why isn’t he already with someone?”
“I don’t know, but If he’s pursuing you, it’s because he wants you.”
Henderson looked up, “Oh, is that the manager?” I stood up and looked over my partition. I saw Vivian with him ... my mind immediately flashed back to undergrad.
Naturally, I was somewhat of an introvert. I had learned to stay away from people as much as I could because they were always staring, making rude comments, and making me feel unwanted. However, that somewhat changed when I met my roommate Mallory Jones.
She was this pretty high yellow girl with that long wavy hair that most men went after. And no shade, she was pretty. She started inviting me to hang out with her and a few of her friends.
We would go bowling, watch movies, and hang out at the park. I thought I had found my tribe, and maybe I had, but it’s weird how when someone wants something, the extreme lengths they’d go through to get it, even if it meant destroying a friendship.
One night we were having lunch at a burger spot when Preston Wright walked in. He was this basketball player, that a lot of girls wanted to get with, mainly because, let’s be real, many of them saw dollar signs.
He was tall, muscular, dark-skinned, and attractive. When he walked in, he spoke to us. Mallory nearly jumped in her seat, “Did you see how he spoke to me?” she said gleefully.
I was like, girl, he spoke to everyone, not just you. I didn’t respond, so she added, “Don’t be like that, I told you, one day, you’ll find a guy that appreciates the way you look.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked with a huge attitude.
“You know.” She looked at the other two people and continued, “She’s always talking about how no one finds her attractive because of her skin condition.”
“I never told you that.”
“Not in so many words, but I’m like a psych major, I get it.”
I rolled my eyes. Preston walked over to our table with his food, “Mind if I join?”
And this is where my disdain for the fake influencer voice began. Mallory suddenly started talking with that voice, “Oh my god, Preston, of course not, join us.”
My face morphed into confusion. Where the hell did you get that voice from and suddenly, the other two girls opted to use it as well. Me, I just used my regular voice.
He looked at me, “You’re in a few of my business classes, right?”
I nodded, “Yeah, we have Accounting, Finance, and Business Law.”
“You’re like hella smart. Might have to get you to tutor me.”
Mallory chimed in, “I took finance in high school and my teacher totally told me I should have majored in Business and Finance when I got to college. I could probably lead a study group; Elise could help of course.”
This was from a woman that couldn’t figure out what twenty percent off of eighty was in a department store. Kept insisting that the sales associate didn’t give her the proper amount off, “It’s supposed to be twenty dollars off. I want to speak to a manager.”
I pulled her to the side, “It’s twenty percent off, which is sixteen dollars off, making it sixty-four dollars, and then you have to add the taxes.”
She smiled, “Oh, I knew that. I was having a brain fart.” She walked back to the register, “On second thought, I don’t want it.”
That should have let me know that she was on some heavy bull. Anyone can make a mistake, but it’s how you conduct yourself afterward. She didn’t even apologize.
Anyway, a person with her limited math skills leading a study group for business majors was a whole hot mess. She spent most of the time walking around in booty shorts and crop tops.