HEXED|| URBAN (CB)

Chapter 79

anais comforting milo after he nutted too fast:
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Milo Delavan, 3:00am
"Nut bob square pants!" Anais teased. "What happen? You couldn't keep it in?"

"I said I was sorry! I could do better...I just...I just-"

"Three strokes in and you couldn't keep it in. Tragic. I was better off fucking Luca. Matter fact let me call that nigga. Tell him to come and dick me down like a MAN."

"Wait no!"

Pulling her phone out, Anais dialed what was probably Luca's number.

"Luca I need you to dick me down. Your brother couldn't keep it in." She cackled.

And for some reason I could hear Luca on the other line.

"Say less! On my way to come fuck up your life and get you pregnant!"

"No wait Anais!"

Suddenly I woke up in a cold sweat. Worse feeling in the whole fucking world. Anais laid right next to me knocked out...and unsatisfied.

I felt like shit. This wasn't how our first time was supposed to go. I was post to make ha scream my name. I wanted to end the night with a bloody back from her nails digging into my skin.

I was just so fucking excited. Finally got to fuck the girl of my dreams and I nutted too fast. Raw too! Only I could mess up sum like that.

Luca would've probably done so much better than me. He always had her satisfied. Why couldn't I make her feel that way?

I felt disgusted with myself. I wanted to banish myself to the forbidden realm and disappear forever. Just hide and never be seen again. But I was just being dramatic. Leaving her alone and giving her space seemed like the right thing to do.

See, Luca never gave her space. That's why they ended on bad terms. But with me, I was gonna be different. I was gonna give her, her space. Let things clear then come back better than ever.

It was the only option in my opinion.

Sliding out of bed carefully, I picked my clothes up off the floor and dipped.

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Anais Jones, Friday
Staring out the window, I couldn't help but tear  up again. The weather always matched my mood. And ironically, it matched the occasion as well. Today was Bianca's funeral.

I couldn't believe those words were even real.

"Bianca's funeral." I said aloud, hoping that will further my acceptance that she was really gone. But it didn't. It actually made me want to bawl my eyes out.

Taking a long pull from my blunt, I held my tears in. Crying would only fuck up my mascara and eyeliner. I wasn't tryna do that shit over again. I had to leave the house in 15 minutes. Knowing me, I was gonna wipe it off a billion times tryna get it right.

This whole day, I just been dreading it ever since I heard the news last week.

To think, I had so much fun with Milo the other day, all for me to feel this way. I'd feel a little better if he were here but he dipped on me. Out of nowhere too. For no reason. I cried when I saw that he left me the following morning.

Cried even more when he didn't answer my text messages. I don't know why he responded the way he did. I didn't even mind that he came too fast. I wasn't worried about that. Apparently he was though.

I was disappointed for like a split second but got over it once I fell asleep. There was always a next time. I guess he was so embarrassed that he felt like he had to leave.