"You did what? With who?" her sister, Shay, screamed at her.

"I had sex with this man I met. I mean, the guy who helped me with my car."

She knew her sister was going to flip when she told her. She should not have told her, but she could not keep things from her sister even when she tried. When it came to things like sex and men, they rarely if ever took the same stance on an issue. She married Matthew because she was in love. Shay married her husband for money. She loved sex and a lot of it. Shay was nearly a prude when it came to sex. If it was not for her niece and nephew she would not believe Shay ever sex with her husband.

They were only two years apart but they were so different except for their love of fashion. She loved fashion and wearing cute clothes and selling them. Her sister was a master designer and had been making clothes since she made them for her Barbie doll at age seven. Angel always wanted to model and walk the runway. Shay tried modeling but was never any good at it. They often competed for the same modeling jobs and Angel always won.

Shay was good at what she was good at. Designing and sewing clothes together. As a team, their business "Upscales Designs" was doing big things on the internet. Angel could not believe she started the company by selling some of her clothes online. She had a huge following of women who liked her style and wanted her opinion about their clothes and outfits. She soon was consulting others as a wardrober. Then she started buying clothes from other designers and selling them, all from her basement. From there they made it a full-fledged business adding her sister's designs.

That was five years ago. They would soon be opening their first brick-and-mortar store n the heart of Clayton near the Galleria Mall. This was becoming a near million-dollar business and she was making high-level six figures herself. And she did it all herself without the help of her husband who wanted to initially foot the start-up. She did not borrow money from her parents either. She used the savings she had built up since she first started working and that was more than enough.

She paid herself back and then some. She knew the business better than anyone in the area and to be a success she knew she had to surround herself with people that were the same. Like her sister Shay. Like her best friend and ex-model Jared. Like her two friends from college who were not currently working in the field when she hired them on. As much as she was good at fashion, she knew business even more. She traveled the world, all over America and France, Italy, Japan, China, and other countries to bring the best fashion. Her items were not expensive but they were not cheap either. She had a keen eye for what women wanted.

Her next goal was to expand into men's wear. It was a big field. And she was not aiming for the men that shopped, but for the women who shopped for them. She wanted to build more locations all over St. Louis and maybe even all over the world.

Matthew was holding her back, always wanting her to stay home more, be his obedient wife, and have his children. She was so glad she secretly was taking the pill throughout her marriage. If she had accidentally got pregnant with his child she would not know what she would have done.

Not that she hated kids. They were just not for her. She loved her niece and nephew and she spent lots of time with them. But she could go the rest of her life and not have a crumb snatcher of her own.

She wondered if Hook had kids.

She shook the thought from her head and smiled at her sister.

"Girl! He was HUGE! He put it down!"

"Ugh!" Shay moaned and covered her face with her hand.

They were in their leased office space above their soon-to-be headquartered store. They shared a spacious office because they liked throwing their ideas at each other. The other employees had their own office. There was a showplace on their floor as well. The store would be open in a few months.

"Like, ten inches and gurl—"

"Hush! Zip it Big Sister, damn! Why do I need to hear this?"

She knew her sister was not into "big dicks" because she married a small dick man that looked boring in bed. Her sister and her insecurities with herself made her marry a white man that was nearly twenty years older than her. She knew she married for money, but at least she should have married for money and looks. Elmer was as boring as his name sounded. And he let her do anything with all his money which she enjoyed. But he never wanted to do anything with her. He let her vacation on her own and go out with friends any time she wanted.

"Because we were like two porn stars getting it in. I was on top, I was on the bottom, doggy style, we even—"

"Big Sis please! Ugh! How could you do all this with a man you know nothing about? Not only that, a man you met on the street in the hood that fixes cars. He could be a criminal. A murderer. A serial killer! A rapist! He could have a disease! He could have ten kids by eleven different baby mommas! Or at least he could be a psycho stalker type guy that becomes obsessed with you or something."

"Look, lil sis, he may be all those things, but the sex was great. It's been a minute."

"So? And speaking of such, you're still married!"

"Married, but separated."

"Matt still wants you back and I think you should give him a chance."

"He cheated on me. Several times." She was not going to tell her about the time he hit her because she knew that would not matter. Shay would still push for her to stay with him.

"But he loves you. Do you know how many women would kill for a man like Matt? Fine, rich, and takes care of you. He bought you that nice big house you are living in and that Denali and—"

"You know damn well I can buy all those things myself. I am done with Matthew and his cheating. He could look like Boris Kodjoe's fine ass and I would still be done. Speaking of fine, you should see Hook, now that is a gorgeous man."

"Hook? Is that his name?"

"Well, that's not his real name, but Hook is so fine! Girl, he has dimples and his body-"

"You're digging in the bottom of the barrel now? If you're going to be single and wilding out all over the city, can't you find a nice, educated man with a future...and some zeros in his bank account. That is, some zeros with lots of commas in it. I mean, Elmer has some friends who make a few million a year I can hook you up with. Or we can find some on this dating site a friend told me about. Hell, I am sure there are a million rich, available, successful men you could date."

"I'm not dating Hook. I mean, not really. I just want to...fuck him."

"And he's cool with that? See, the men these days..."

"What? Why bad mouth him when I'm the one who suggested it. Men can do it, sleep around, be a male whore, but a woman sleeps around with a man with no intention of catching feelings and getting serious, we're scandalous. Fuck that! I have been tied down to one man for over ten years. Let me get my freak on."

Shay shook her head.

"Whatever, nasty." Shay threw up her hands as her bestie Jared walked into their office.

"Hey sisters!" He blew Shay a kiss before he air-kissed her on both cheeks. "Missed you at the Gala and girl, there were some hotties out last night."

"Didn't you hear, she found some...penis last night," Shay said.

"How honey? You texted me your car was broken down and you got it towed away."

"The tow guy," Shay said.

She rolled her eyes at her sister. Her sister talked bad about what she had done, but she was quick to tell all her business.

"The tow guy?" Jared said, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. He was gay as all get out and he was gorgeous at that. High yellow with gray eyes, and tall. A woman's dream guy, but he preferred the fellas. "Angel-honey-baby-child, please tell me the details."

"Well, my car broke down on my way to the gala. I almost thought some thugs were going to rob me, then up drove Hook who—"

"Hook what?"

"That's his name!" Shay added.

"Yes, his name is Hook. Anyway, he checked out my car, said he could fix it at his shop, and then put it on his tow truck. I needed a ride home so he drove me to my house. And he was looking so sexy and I just wanted to see what it would be like to be with somebody like that, so I kind of...invited him inside for drinks. I had a couple. Not really, I was not drunk, so that was not it."

"I mean, what does he look like?"

"He has dimples and a nice body," Shay blurted out.

Jared could not stop grinning. They seemed to like the same type of men. Jared had a crush on Matthew before she met him. She was dating Jared actually and he was the one that introduced them.

"Anyway, one thing leads to another, then I'm down on my knees..."

"Ugh!" Her sister stormed out of the office.

"Go on girl, what else," Jared asked, getting comfortable in the chair across her desk.

"You know I love sucking some dick and Matthew never really liked when I did it. So I enjoyed myself long time on Mr. Big Stuff."

"Mr. Big Stuff?"

"That's what I am calling his monster down there. But get this, not only does the man appreciate getting a good head, he enjoys giving it as well. I mean, he was down there making me sweat, scream and holler. I have never had an orgasm off a man eating me out like that."

"You poor thing, go on."

"Then, still in the kitchen, he had me up on the counter digging all my insides out. The bedroom and in every position..all night long and some in the morning and then-"

"All this with a man you don't even know?"

"Are you going to judge me like my sister has?"

"No, but you know I don't do random sex like that. Everybody out of the LGBTQ+ community already thinks we are freaks and that's all we do."

"Not you. If you are not in a relationship, you don't have sex."

"Exactly.

"So you think I'm a whore...a slut...a freaky deaky chick..."

"I know you well enough to know that is not you. You were married to that scum bag far too long. And young. You need to do whatever you need to do to get over him, and if getting some good dick is part of it, I salute you bestie. Haven't men done this thing for years?"

"Exactly! Well, I have to see him again when I pick up my baby, so I guess that is the next time I'll get a tune-up."

A/N: What do you think of the sister? Why can't she just let Angel live after being in that horrible marriage all those years? I'm also of the belief that if men can do it, sleep around no consequences, women should be able to and not be called names. Just putting that out there.

XOXO
Kimberly