Ricky Takes All: A Sister's Duty
Born Alex
Ricky Takes All:
A Sister’s Duty
By Born Alex
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First Edition – 2026
Published by Born Alex.
CHAPTER ONE: JUST ONE JOB
“It was just a small misunderstanding,” I held the phone to my ear as my baby sister, Pamela, complained tearfully. “Honestly, I just don’t get why he’s acting up. Does he really have to be such a drama queen?”
“What?” I muttered, “A drama queen? You’re the only person I know who will call Ricky a drama queen.”
“Well, I’m just saying…” Pamela continued. “There was really no reason for him to break up with me. So please, just talk to him for me, okay? I still love him.”
“And I’m sure he loves you too,” I assured her. “Don’t worry, dear, I’ll talk to him and get to the bottom of this matter. You both will be together before the day is over.”
“Do you promise?” She squealed with hope.
“Of course not,” I rolled my eyes. “What am I? A miracle worker? I’ll just do my best, and hopefully, this lovers’ quarrel you both have will be put to rest. I’m at his place already. I’ll talk to you later.”
The line went dead in my ear, and I let the phone slip through my fingers and drop into my lap. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, pinching the bridge of my nose so I could focus.
“Fuck…” I muttered as I collected my thoughts. When I was done, I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My black silky hair framed my oval face, and it was neatly made up. I was ready to see him.
Ricky’s house was along the way to my salon, so I planned to speak to him quickly, then rush off to the salon. Simple. But I had no idea that nothing would go as I planned.
I picked up my phone and purse, and as I stepped out, I could feel the mid-morning sun warm on my skin. I was wearing a long red bodycon dress with a slit at the side that went all the way to my thigh. The dress was strapless, and my full, plump breasts were squeezed in, showing off my cleavage. I was dressed for work, and Ricky was only lucky that he would get to see me like this before anyone else.
I locked the car behind me, twirling the keys around my fingers as I walked down the driveway to Ricky’s front door. Yesterday evening, Pamela had called me out of the blue, weeping profusely because Ricky had broken up with her. According to her, they had a minor argument, something that wasn’t even worth breaking up over. Yet, he called it quits with her.