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The One I Gave My Heart To(73)

By:Mercedes G






CHAPTER 22




MIA



Hopefully, today would be my last day going to visitation, and my man would soon be coming home to me. Dola’s court date was in two days, and from the looks of things, he would be walking out of the courthouse a free man if everything went as planned. Sitting inside of my car with my sun visor flipped down, I applied my Juicy Couture lip gloss and double-checked to make sure that there weren’t any crumbs on my face, because I had just went through Burger King’s drive through and ordered breakfast.

Since Dola was supposedly coming home in two days, we both agreed that I should go to class this morning instead of attending visitation, but I must say that a bitch was happy as hell when I received an email from the professor early this morning stating that class had been cancelled.

My phone rang, and it was Terri calling. The hell Terri want this early in the a.m.? I’ll call her as soon as visitation is over. When I was stepping out of the car, my phone rang again, and it was Terri. They were just about to let the first group of visitors in, and I couldn’t miss it or else I would’ve had to wait another thirty minutes before getting inside to see Dola. Closing the door, I made a mental note to call Terri back as soon as I get in the car.

Hurriedly, I made my way to the door just in time to make it inside with the first group. It was taking us forever to get back to the visitation room, because some dumb ass chick wasn’t following the rules and procedures. Money for the vending machines had to be in a plastic bag, but this bitch had hers in a damn fake ass Michael Kors wallet like they were actually going to let her in the back with it. Not only that, but each time she walked through the damn metal detector, she had to come back out and remove something, from her cheap ass earrings, her belt buckle, and all the way down to her shoes. Hell, I was more furious at the damn jailers up there acting like this was a damn federal prison when it was nothing more than the county jail.

Finally, after going through all the jumps and hurdles, we were escorted back to the visitation room. I’m sure by now they had already called Dola out, and he had been there waiting on me. Looking around the visitation room, I didn’t see him, so I found us a comfortable area with a lot more privacy and waited for him to come out. I knew that he was going to be happy as hell to see me being that he wasn’t expecting me to come. I couldn’t help but look around the visitation room at all the inmates and their families. For a minute, it made me want to start a family. That would definitely be nice once I was situated and settled career wise.

I damn near lost my breath and a huge lump formed in my throat, as I witnessed the fuckery going on right in front of me. My eyes were now clogged with tears and my ears started to burn as I watched Dola fuck the shit out of some random bitch beside the vending machine. He had her back pinned up against it for support and her dress pulled up over her ass. Her arms were locked around his neck, and her legs were wrapped tight around his waist. He was grinding in and out of her nice and slow, and I could tell that the muthafucka was really enjoying the shit!

The two officers who was trying their best to cover for them made eye contact with me and turned their fucking heads, as if they didn’t know who I was, knowing damn well I had been up to this muthafucka every visitation since Dola got locked up. All I kept hearing mentally was him asking me to fuck him each and every time I came to visitation, and I would sadly decline. I guess the old saying is true. What one bitch won’t do, another one will…