I can do that. I need to go find Derrick. I need to tell him.
24
Alicia
It’s an amazing day weather wise as I get out onto Times Square. I decide to text Derrick and see where he is as I start walking to 57th Street. I need to tell him the truth about me. I need to come clean.
Alicia: Hey. Got off wrk. Wher r u?
Derrick: So soon?
How do I tell him I got fired for not doing a good enough job at destroying him?
Alicia: Ugh. Work sucks. :(
Derrick: Want to talk about it?
Alicia: Yesss! Nd to tlk 2 u. Whr r u?
There’s a long pause and then finally as I cross the street onto 7th Avenue.
Derrick: Come to the apartment. Pressly will direct you where to go.
Hmm. This sounds mysterious. I smile to myself. I wonder if he’s going to do me again. God, I so hope so. His body is hot and I seriously am in love with his dick. I’m getting hot just thinking about him. A random guy walks by me and smiles. I must be giving off sex vibes. Oh God! Don’t look at me. I am not…wanton! I’m the good girl…still. Its just that with Derrick, I feel like being such a bad girl. It’s deliciously naughty - as long as its only with him.
What does that say about me?
Whatever. I shrug and look at my phone as I walk the last few blocks to 57th Street. Billionaire’s Row.
Alicia: R u naked?
Derrick: I will be when you get here
Alicia: Yum! U hv a big 8====D
Derrick: Actually, its 8===========
Alicia: Whrs the tip?
Derrick: ======D. Thats how long.
Alicia: I can’t w8!!
Derrick: Can you talk in full sentences?
Alicia: I lost my power of speech bc u fucked it out of me
Derrick: Touche. Me and my 12 inch cock
Alicia: I thot u said it was 11 inches?
Derrick: It grows an inch every chapter…
Whatever. Derrick is being weird. But it’s okay. I don't have to reply because I just walked in the elevator to take me to the penthouse where he’ll be. I’l be able to undress him in a few minutes. Yay! He can kiss my neck gently the way he’s really good at while I run my hands up and down those marvelous abs he’s got. He’ll squeeze my ass with both hands and pull me close to him and I’ll feel the outline of his humongous cock. Oh God. I’ll be able to squeeze that thing in less than a minute. It’s like a giant tube steak.
What is wrong with you, Alicia? How the holy hell are you having these thoughts?
Yeah, so much for good girl. It’s ironic that I was the one that named him Prince Sin. Because at this point, chastity and virtue are the farthest things from my mind.
I use the key Derrick made me to open the door. My mind is spinning - either from working myself into a frenzy or apprehension at the conversation I’m about to have - and I look around the foyer. The apartment is silent.
There is no Derrick.
Instead, Pressly walks out.
“Ah, madam,” he says with a smile. He’s always seemed nice and I think he likes me. I smile at him.
“Please follow me,” Pressly says as he turns me around and takes me to the elevators. I look at him quizzically on our way down.
A Rolls Royce Phantom is idling outside the building as we exit and Pressly signals the driver who gets out and lets me in.
Alicia: Where am i going?
I text Derrick, but there’s no response. The car is turning onto 57th street and I watch with fascination as we get on the West Side Highway and start heading downtown.
Fifteen minutes later I’m in Lower Manhattan and going uptown again up FDR Drive when all of a sudden, the car stops at the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge.
“You’ll have to walk the rest of the way, ma’am,” the driver tells me, turning around.
“Walk where?” I ask. I have no idea what’s going on and what game Derrick is playing at now.
The driver shrugs. “Alls the Prince said to me was bring you to the top section of the Brooklyn Bridge, ma’am,” he says. Poor guy. He’s as much in the dark as me. He shrugs at me and I get out. If Derrick wants an adventure, I guess I can play along.
I pull out my phone and see that Derrick hasn’t replied. I send him one last text.
Alicia: Y r u being so strange today???