Our Little Secret

Eighty-Seven

| Two Months Later |

"So, as you all know, my best friend has been in a coma for the past two months. The doctors said that she was supposed to wake up weeks ago, but unfortunately, she is still unresponsive," Nicki spoke.

She looked at her dancers.

"I've been really stressed out, dealing with this on top of raising my four children, so I thought 'Hey! If this is stressing me out, imagine the families of patients who are dealing with something even worse?' So, I've gained permission from the hospital to hold a Thanksgiving performance. Just something to get the families and patients' minds off of their problems."

The dancers all smiled and chatted about Nicki's idea.

"Will it be on Thanksgiving?" Someone asked.

"No, sir. It will be two days before. I'll allow you guys to come up with something since I have to plan my son's birthday party this weekend. Impress me."

They all cheered. Nicki walked over to her bag, picking up her phone. She dialed Na's number, checking on the kids. Then, she dialed Meek's number. It went straight to voicemail. She figured it was dead.

He had decided to give her space since she was stressed out. He said he didn't want to add to her stress. She put her phone down and walked back over to the dancers.

***

"That was so good," Aries breathed out, kissing Meek.

She sat on top of him as he rubbed on her ass. She broke the kiss and bit her lip. Meek chuckled, looking at her. He looked down, eyeing her creme colored bra that sat perfectly on her perky breasts.

"We should go another round," she said.

"Word?"

He switched positions so that he was on top and began kissing on her neck. He kissed her again and sat up, removing the condom. He reached into the box, grabbing another one. Just as he was about to open it, Aries's phone rang loudly from the nightstand.

"Ughhh,"she groaned, grabbing it. "Hello?"

Meek chuckled, opening the condom.

"Woah, really?! Uh- yeah, I'll be right there!"

She hung up and looked at Meek.

"One of my patients woke up," she told him.

"You leaving?" He asked.

She nodded, getting up. She quickly grabbed a towel and her body wash.

"Yes, but we can finish what we started tomorrow. I promise."

She pecked his lips and turned to walk off. He pulled her back, gripping her throat. He gave her a sloppy tongue kiss before slapping her ass and letting her go.

"I'll be back over here tomorrow."

She smiled. "Okay."

She went into the bathroom, closing the door. Meek threw on his clothes and left. He headed home and took a hot shower before getting out, putting on lounging clothes. He put on his durag and laid on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

Front Door

"Meek, are you home?" He heard Nicki call out.

"Yeah!"

Nicki walked into the bedroom and put her bag down. Sitting on the bed, she smiled.

"I didn't know you'd be home so early. How was the meeting?" She asked.