What's up, folks?!

So...about that sex scene. What did y'all think?

Do you think Carmon and Colton could hit it off? Or is this mystery man going to cut in and make it work with her? Or will she be with anyone due to her sensual nature? She may not want to be tied down!

Well, it's still Carmon's turn in the spotlight. Maybe we'll figure out who Mr. Sweet Spot Shaft is.

Or who Heath is....

Please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story. There are signs of  abuse in here so do not hesitate to skip. Just saying.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫

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"Alright, Rena. It's my first day at my new job. What do you think?" I asked as I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. The kitchen was right beside my room so I could grab something from the fridge in the matter of seconds.

Anyway, I twirled in my blue casual mini dress with a sweetheart neckline. I wanted to look cute and professional. My hair was curled a little with my makeup on as usual.

I'm guessing Rena wasn't feeling it because she was leaning over the kitchen sink. Her hair was all over her head and she looked terrible. She had bags under her eyes and a stuffy nose. She was throwing up over the sink.

Oh wait. She had on her M&M pajamas. This meant that she was super sick. When she's sick, she wears something she really loves. Like M&Ms. She couldn't go to work. She looked like the cartoon character Droopy. When she lifted her head, she said "You look fine." She looked into the fridge.

"Rena, I understand you're sick, but I need your honest opinion. I have to be at the company office in like 30 minutes," I said as I stood against the wall.

I was starting as an office receptionist alongside this girl named Nicole. She was around my age and seemed really nice. She was actually the assistant to the owner of the company. I guess she put in a good word for me. She was the one who did my interview.

"Carmon, you look amazing. Just change your shoes. It looks like you're going to ballet practice," Rena said as she poured orange juice into a cup. She has a weird fascination with orange juice when she's sick.

"Thank you, Rena! Speaking of ballet, can you take Raina to her ballet class?" I asked with a smile on my face. I know. I shouldn't have asked her because she was sick, but she was the only one around.

I decided to give Raina something to do during the summer besides being nosey in what Jana and Jessica were doing. When I was younger, my mom signed me up for ballet. I did that for about ten years. I was four when I started and our mom died when I was 15. After our mom and dad died, I just stopped going.

What was the point if my cheerleaders were gone?

No one else would take me to practices or recitals. Then my aunt kept getting mad for no reason and I stayed away from the house a lot. Maybe Raina will grow up differently. She's only six years old. She has a lot of time.

"Carmon, I'm not doing that. I'm sick as hell and I don't want to get Raina sick too. I can get Jana or Tiff to do it. They should be here in a few minutes," Rena said as she took another sip of orange juice.

"How did you get sick in the first place?" I asked as I watched her lean against the kitchen sink.

"This is what happens when you work with kids almost every day. One of the kids were sick and I got sick eventually. I hate calling out of work," Rena said. I felt so bad for her. She loves those kids like they're her own and she had to miss work.

Anyway, I went back to my room to change my shoes from flats to my blue wedges. I didn't have that many shoes, but I love shoes. Maybe this new job will help me with my future shoe collection.

I walked out into the living room with my purse over my shoulder. I felt confident going into my first professional job. I felt my sister coming out of me because of this fancy job. The only difference is that my personality is warm unlike hers. She's cold.

Once I walked out of that door and got into the car, I didn't want to look back. This first day had to get over with. Hopefully, this will go swell and I can go through it with no problems. I've never worked somewhere that was so formal, classy, or had high standards.

All I could do was just be myself and do what they ask me to, right?

As I drove off, I turned up the radio to drown out my nervousness. Dark Horse by Katy Perry was playing so I just sang along to that. I'm doing hand motions and singing out loud at the stoplight until some guy in the left lane ripped his work shirt off and showed his bare chest. He bit his lip and lowered his eyes a bit to seem sexy.

Now, the McDonalds Carmon would have probably pulled down on the sweetheart neckline of her dress and showed her breast. This new business Carmon just laughed and drove on as soon as the light turned green.

It was funny and cute, but I was in business mode....

But after work.....

We'll leave that to the imagination.

Anyway, I pulled into the parking garage and found a gate keeper. I rolled my window down as he said "Badge, please."

What badge was he talking about? I never got a badge.

Please tell me this wasn't a joke like they did at McDonalds.

I took a deep breath and said, "I haven't received a badge yet."

The gatekeeper rolled his eyes and held up a sheet of paper. "What's your name?" he asked.

I looked up and said, "It's Carmon Barrett." I hated saying my last name, but it was for my job that was paying me much more than McDonalds was.

He looked down the list, put a check mark on the list, and made a call. "Hey, Nikki. Yeah, it's Lance. That Carmon girl is here. Alright, I'll send her up," he said over the phone.

'That Carmon girl'? That was kind of rude. The way he said it kind of bothered me. It was with a bad undertone. Once he pressed a button to open the gate, I was over it and I drove into the garage.

I found a parking spot by a Toyota Camry and turned off my car. That car reminded me of when Rena and the rest of us made a trip up to Franklin and got stuck at the Cheesecake Factory. Rena's car was super raggedy. Once the tire was fixed, it started raining and we had to hold her back passenger's side window up throughout the way home.

Anyway, my heart was beating fast, but I had to get ready. I had no choice but to be ready. My senses were acting crazy while walking towards the garage elevator. Pressing the level button felt like pressing on needles. This shit couldn't take over me.

Breathing in deeply, my stature changed. Forced confidence, but not weak.

As the elevator doors opened, my attention was taken by the décor of the building. There were tall walls and high ceilings. The lobby's interior was immaculate, surrounded by marbled walls. A crystal chandelier hung right above the center of the lobby. The windows were so large. You could see the whole city from here.

Imagine fucking someone against these windows. That would be sexy.

"Carmon? Welcome back," Nicole said as she took me out of my thoughts.

She stood in front of me with a modern business attire look and a smile on her face. You could barely see her body shape through her clothes, but her posture was so straight and her brown hair was straightened alongside her bangs. Her grey eyes pierced my soul as her red lips looked perfect.

She seemed so intimidating, especially by how she dressed, but going back home was no option for me now. I smiled back and cleared my throat because I was about to choke on my own saliva.

She led me to the large receptionist's desk. It was pretty much the first thing you saw once you entered from the elevators. There were two chairs, computers, and an abundance of office materials. Mostly papers, sticky notes, pens, and more.

"Alright! Welcome again. First of all, I want to say that I'm glad you're here. I can't juggle so many things at once. It's so hard to balance everything. What you'll do is just work on revamping notes from meetings, take calls, answer questions, send visitors to different parts of the building and more. Rule number one is that you are never allowed to transfer calls or send visitors to Mr. Carter. That's my job. He hates to be bothered by unnecessary visitors or calls. If anyone asks for him, call me," she explained as she pointed to different aspects of the desk.

I didn't expect to come in contact with him anyhow. He was the fucking owner and CEO of this place. I wouldn't even come more than 100 feet of that man.

We sat down at our parts of the desk. Watching her do my job was nerve-wrecking. She was only doing it because Mr. Carter was out for lunch. She had time to train me. There were so many calls coming through and they were all about stocks and investments.

It was confusing as hell. I didn't know much about business and such, but this was a great time to learn.

After she transferred calls and answered callers' questions, she looked over at me and said "Well, those are your job duties. Some of them anyway. Would you like to try it out?"

My heart jumped as I looked at the phone. What would I do? All of these transfer numbers frightened me.

"Here. I'll do your note revamping and you answer the phone calls. What's the number one rule?" she asked.

Damn it! How the fuck was I supposed to remember that with all of the duties I had? What if she went off on vacation? Who would transfer phone calls and messages to Mr. Carter? Hopefully, not me. Oh wait! That was it!

"I'm not allowed to transfer calls or send visitors to Mr. Carter?" I said was no kind of confidence.

She smiled and nodded. "That's right. Good job, Carmon. I think you'll do just fine," she said as she printed off something and took it down the hallway beside our desk.

For the rest of the day, I answered phone calls, took a tour of the building with Nicole, and sent visitors to different parts of the building. I never got to see Mr. Carter.

But the thought of him came to mind. What he looked like, how he sounded, what his personality was like, and more. If we were supposed to work together, we had to see each other at least.

"Nikki Niks! Woah..." a random guy said as he stopped by the desk. He had black hair, soft white skin, and brown eyes. He wore a nice business suit and leaned on the desk.

"What do you want?" Nicole answered.

The guy's eyes landed on me and he said "To be honest, the sexy woman beside you. Who's this?"

Nicole rolled her eyes and said "Justin, she does not want you. Remember, we are at a place of business. This is Carmon. She's the new receptionist here. She'll be working with me."

I smiled and waved my hand. He looked like Colton a bit, but he wasn't smooth with his game. He was a lame punk that fucked with anyone he looked at. You could see it in his posture.

"Well, come see us in the meeting room sometime, Carmon. I'd like to see you there," he winked and smirked.

Honestly, I felt a bit uncomfortable when he winked at me. I know I get turned on easily and shit, but I was turned off with him.

"Justin! Here's the percentages. Go put them on Mr. Carter's desk....NOW!" she said as she took him out of his trance on me.

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Once he left, Nicole turned back to me and said "Well, I'm so sorry about him. He drools over every girl he sees...besides me."

"It's cool. Thanks for everything today, Nicole. I'm excited to be working with you," I said getting myself ready to leave.

"No problem, Carmon. Please call me Nikki. You'll have your badge by the end of the week. There are many badges that need to be made so that's why it's taking a while. Also, please check your closet for something more business casual. That helps keep the creeps around here away. Have a good evening," she said as she walked with me to the elevator.

Once I pressed the level for the garage, the elevator doors slowly shut as Nikki was waving and smiling.

She was sweet and all, but why did the spirit of jealousy come from her? She talked about my clothes a bit and continuously said that we couldn't see Mr. Carter. Maybe Mr. Carter couldn't be seen because she wouldn't let anyone see him. She may have wanted him for herself.

I guess I was thinking way too much into this because, as soon as I left the elevator doors, a car almost hit me. It took me out of my thoughts. This Ferrari revved its engine as I stood there in anger.

No the hell this person didn't just try to run me over then rev the engine.

This weak ass 2016 blue Ferrari 488 Spider was about to get tossed into the recycling bin around the corner.

Did I really just get the make and model of this car right? I've got to stop hanging out with Heath so much.

Anyway, I was so furious that I walked around and found a blonde-haired, clean cut, blue-eyed white guy behind the wheel. He had to be in his late 20s or early 30s. It didn't matter because I had a few words for him.

"Do you mind watching where you're going, next time? I was trying to get to my car," I said in an annoyed tone.

He took a deep breath, took his sunglasses off, and said "I'll take it you're new here. Next time, just pay attention."

"Me? I need to pay attention? You were the one driving," I argued back.

"Exactly. You look familiar. Have we met before?" he asked.

"Does that matter right now? Like I said before. Please watch where you're driving," I said.

He placed his shades over his face and race out of the parking lot.

What a jackass.

****

"You really think this is the right time for you to be here?" Heath asked as I stood outside of his apartment.

I know. I know. The promise I made to the girls was broken, but I couldn't help myself. The urge to see him crept upon me like a thief in the night. There was a need to see him.

"Yes. Can we at least talk for a few minutes? I'd rather not go home right now," I said nervously. Someone could have noticed us being near each other if he didn't let me in soon.

He rolled his grey eyes, ran his fingers through his pitch-black hair, and said "Get the fuck in here now."

After work, I was supposed to go home. I just wanted to talk to the man that helped me make Loraina.

"You got five minutes. Speak," he said as he sat in a living room chair. My eyes glanced over him, looked away, and came right back.

He had new tattoos on his chest. He always had his shirt off, showing his sexy abs and muscles. I always thought he did that for me like he knew when I was coming over.

"Now you know that five minutes really means five hours," I said as I smiled and walked over to him slowly. My body was turned on as he sat relaxed in his chair.

"Carmon, five minutes actually means five minutes now. What exactly do you want to talk about?" he said with a nasty attitude. I stood in front of him wanting to close the space in between us.

"Well, I got a new job and started today," I said with a sweet tone in my voice. I bent over and looked him in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion and said "Is that why you're in this get up? This dress and shit?"

He's always had a rough tone in his voice and I loved every bit of it.

I nodded my head as I touched his chest.

"Is that all you came to talk about or are you just here to fuck?" he said as he pushed me away.

I gasped a little, but this usually happens. He'll push me away a few times to play hard to get then come around eventually.

"Maybe there's more. Maybe I want to fuck as well," I said as I walked towards him again.

I slipped my blue wedges off and unzipped the back of my dress. I wanted him even though he wanted to push me away. I wasn't giving up because he was bound to break at any moment.

"You can't have both, Carms. You said you wanted to talk. What the fuck do you want?" he said annoyed as I sat in his lap. A slight moan left from my lips and so did a few words.

"Take me, Heath," I said. He grabbed my sides tightly, picked me up, and slammed me on the couch as if I were a bag of potatoes. That was not what I was expecting. What the hell was that about?

"Carms, you're gonna have to get out. You're making me mad," he said as he looked down at me with anger all over his face.

I abruptly stood up and said "You've never had a problem with me being all over you until now. There's another woman, isn't there? Is that why you're acting like this?"

As soon as that came from my lips, the back of his hand connected with my cheek so hard that I feel to the ground. That wasn't a surprise. That happened every time I came over. It was like a Broadway play being rehearsed every day.

"Don't ever fucking do that again. What I do and who I'm with is nothing you should be worried about," he said as he stood over me.

Holding my cheek, I said "What about us? What about your daughter? I give you what you want when you want it. You never give me the same in return. At least come see your-"

My rant was interrupted by two kicks in the stomach, a few punches to the head, and a jerk lifting me up from the floor. Tears fell from my eyes as Heath's hands covered my neck tightly and said "You really want to fuck now? Fine."

He dragged me to his room by my hair and threw me on the bed. As always, the sex wasn't exactly sex anymore. He ripped my dress off, choked me, slapped me, and put me in uncomfortable positions.

Luckily, I was used to it. I never fought back because this was the only way I could spend time with him. This was the only way we connected. It never really got him to see Raina, but it got him to be intimate with me when I wanted.

After the rough sex we had, we ate something....

More like he ate something that I made him in the kitchen and I left while he was asleep. Just know that he makes me forget all of my problems. A few hits here and there never fazed me. As long as we were still talking, that didn't matter.

Once I got into my car, my mirror reflected my face. A black bruise covered my right eye, my cheeks were swelled up, bruising showed around my neck alongside hickeys, and my nose bled a little. It could have been a lot worse. I had to take what I could get.

As I was about to pull out, my phone rang.

Shit. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. When I turned the phone over, I realized it was the last person I wanted to talk to.

My sister.

She was trying to FaceTime me. If she saw my face, she would have known where I was and told Aunt Clara about what I've been doing. I couldn't risk it.

My finger hit the decline button and I slowly drove on my way home.

Wait a minute. The girls couldn't see me like this. If they did, they would treat me like a kid again.

Staying at Heath's house was an option, but I had already left. Brittany was still in town! I could stay with her. Once I called her, I asked if I could stay over. Luckily, she said yes and I drove my ass over to her hotel room.

This was just to avoid my nosey ass roommates, especially Tiffany.