Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine January 2018 New Year, New You | Page 67

the lives of six people that day, sidled up to where Ebony and Samara stood near the
fireplace, and said, “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to have his ashes.”
Rhena, the baby of the family, made a beeline from the buffet table and to Tamika’s
side, and was soon followed by Stacye, Monique, Biyyinah, and Satanya. All of them
beautiful and intelligent like their mother, educated, and working in some faction
of their father’s multi-million-dollar corporations. Except Ebony, who turned down
Darek’s offer and went her own way. She now owned a string of auto dealerships
nationwide and serviced the cars belonging to Darek’s business as well as personally
attending to any work done on his car. Suddenly, the temperature in the room rose by
a few degrees and their movements were enough to draw the attention of those nearby.
Soon, others inched their way closer to put eyes and ears on the situation.
Samara leveled a stony gaze at Tamika, taking in the Sienna complexion,
expensive weave, even more expensive clothes, and the polished air she tried to
affect. Unfortunately, the woman was more hood than Samara could remember when
she first ran into her at Darek’s office a week ago. Ran into her might be a stretch,
since the woman was under the desk giving Darek … lip service. He didn’t bother
to halt the woman’s actions until he had reached his climax. Samara yawned, took a
seat on one of the leather wingback chairs across from his smoke glass desk, crossed
one leg over the other, and waited with bored resignation. Darek always did have a
fascination with dark meat, and the more reminiscent they were of a street upbringing,
the better.
Tamika finished, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“At least she swallows,” Samara quipped with a low, throaty chuckle. “You’re
moving up in the world.”
Read Part II in the next issue of
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