All of that release of sexual tension was for naught. My anger started all over again when I returned to the apartment and that Mason bastard had left a note for Jon taped to the door. He wanted to know if she would consider going out with him that Saturday. Ironically, he wanted her to go to a wedding with him. I snickered. Could it be the same wedding Jon had promised to attend with Darnetta? Either way, Jon was not about to accept his invite. I made sure of that by ripping up the note. However, if it did come to pass that it was one and same event, I was determined to turn that motherfucker out.
14
jonquinette
I didn’t remember a thing after I left Dr. Spencer’s office. I also overslept for the second day in a row. The scent was there again when I took a shower. What was truly sad about the entire thing was that I was getting used to the same thing happening to me over and over again. That didn’t make it any less frightening, though.
I showed up at the office an hour late. There was no way I was calling in two days in a row. I might have found myself on the unemployment line. The place was already jumping. Thank goodness business had picked back up or we all would have had hell to pay.
Less than two minutes after I sat down at my desk, Darnetta was poking her head in my doorway. “What’s up, Jon?”
“Nothing. I just got here.” I started shuffling some of the papers around. I really didn’t feel like having a long, drawn-out discussion that day. “I have a ton of things to catch up on.”
“Are you okay?” she asked. “I heard you called in yesterday.”
“I’m fine. I was just a little under the weather.”
“Yeah, the rapid temperature changes have been wild lately. Most of my family is sick.”
“Well, whatever I had only lasted a day.” I started scribbling on a pad, hoping she would take the hint and leave. “So, you busy today?”
Darnetta shrugged her shoulders. “You know me. I work at my own pace so I won’t wear myself out.”
We both laughed.
She came closer to my desk. “Actually, I just came by to remind you about the wedding this Saturday. There’s no way I’m letting you back out.”
I felt my heart flutter. I was not looking forward to being around a bunch of strangers. “I wouldn’t dream of backing out,” I said.
“Good. We’re going to have a ball.”
I sat my pen down. “Darnetta, I hate to be rude but I really have to take care of some of this stuff.”
She flicked her hand in my direction. “Hey, I hear you, girl. I’m going to get back to my desk before Big Brother comes looking for me.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
“I will be reminding you the rest of the week,” she said. “Have you decided what you’re going to wear?”
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t a clue. I’ll come up with something.”
Darnetta eyed me uncomfortably. “Might I make a suggestion? Why don’t you try something a little more provocative than usual? You’re a beautiful woman. You should emphasize it more.”
I couldn’t come up with a response that made sense to me so I didn’t respond at all.
“I’ll catch you later, Jon,” Darnetta said as she left.
The amount of work that had piled up on my desk during one day of absence was unbelievable. It was so bad that I ended up taking some work home with me. That wasn’t a problem since I had no plans anyway. Not that I ever did.
There was a note on my door. It was Mason asking if I had made up my mind. I had no idea what he was talking about. I started to go knock on his door but decided against it. I had nothing to offer him. It was ironic. I had finally found a man that I was somewhat interested in, at least I wanted to get to know him better, and I was too messed up in the head to even deal with the situation.
It had been a long time since I had masturbated. Yet, that night I found myself lying in bed fantasizing about Mason. As I caressed my breasts and squeezed my thighs around the towel placed between my legs to create friction on my clit, I imagined Mason making passionate love to me.
15
jonquinette
Darnetta showed up at my apartment fifteen minutes early. I was ready but I didn’t have my hair done. I let her in and ran into the bathroom to throw it up in my habitual bun.
“Jon, do you need some help?” Darnetta yelled from the living room.
“No, I’m fine.” I glimpsed in the mirror and thought about applying some makeup. Then I thought better of it. I wasn’t trying to meet anyone so why try to enhance my appearance.
I just smeared some lip gloss across my lips so they wouldn’t chap and told Darnetta that I was ready to go.
When we got to the church, it was packed. I had never been to that particular church but I had heard a lot about it. Apparently, it had one of the biggest congregations in the city. At least half of them must have been present, which led me to believe that the groom was very active in the church.
“Darnetta, thanks for inviting me,” I said after we were seated in a pew.
“No problem. Thank you for coming. Since Logan’s in the wedding, I didn’t want to sit out here by myself.”
The processional music started and I was dazed when the groom and best man walked out from the pastor’s study and took their places at the altar. Mason was the best man.
I exhaled a deep breath and Darnetta stared at me. “Something wrong?”
“No, it’s just funny because the best man just moved into my building a little while ago.”
“Oh, you mean Mason?”
“You know him?”
“I didn’t until last night. I met him at the rehearsal dinner. Girl, he’s too fine and nice as hell. You need to jump on him.”
I blushed. “No, he’s just a neighbor but I hope he and I can become good friends.”
“Friends?” Darnetta asked. “You need to be friends and lovers. I asked him if he had a woman last night and he said no. You better snatch him up before someone else does.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Um, I’m not really looking for a man right now. Work is keeping me pretty busy.”
“Forget that stupid job. Besides, it can’t keep you warm at night or blow your back out. Know what I’m saying?”
Darnetta laughed and I faked a smile. We both got quiet as the rest of the wedding party marched in from the back of the church.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful. When the minister pronounced them man and wife, I almost cried. The couple was extremely cute together. Smitty and Robin had met in college and dated on and off for more than six years before deciding to tie the knot. At the reception afterward, many people stood to toast them and reflect on funny times the two of them had been through. I had trouble hearing some of them because Darnetta was too busy acting jealous about the bridesmaid that Logan had to escort throughout the entire evening. I tried to tell her that it was no big deal. I had never had a man and even I knew that. He was simply doing what he was supposed to do; escorting the woman down the aisle and into the reception as well as sitting beside her at the head table. When they had the first dance and the wedding party joined in, I could feel the steam emitting off Darnetta when Logan had his arm dangling from the woman’s waist.
The caterer had it going on. The food was delicious. They served gulf shrimp cocktail, blue crab claws, lobster bisque, smoked salmon, antipasto, shrimp and scallops scampi and veal chops. I was so stuffed that I thought I would burst out of my dress by the time they served the cake, which was incredible as well.