Touch Me: Better | Kenyatta & Bernice (ON AMAZON)

01: When Mugged, Sit Beside A Rich Kid Eating Ice Cream

"Thirty million people want a shot, how much would it take for you to spread those legs apart?"
~Gatekeeper (Jessie Reyez)

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The night was as cold as the heart of the bastard that did this to her. Not that she could blame him. Maybe her response would’ve been the same if she was as loaded and egotistical as him. Even as the aches all over her body jolted up a notch whenever she laughed, she still allowed the chuckle to rip through her throat.

The face he made when he touched her. His eyes turned to living saucers at the contact. She wasn’t turned on in the slightest, no secretion, no rise in her breathing, nothing. Her nature was simply dead. She felt that was the reason he was so pissed in the first place, that as well as the fact he must have felt inferior to her at the realization whilst he had the most raging hard-on with a rather unimpressive stature.

Typical toxic narcissistic asshole of a man.

At least they left her with her belongings as well as the gifts he gave her. They could’ve taken it, but they didn’t. She could honestly say she was grateful for that. She still had no money though. Maybe if she found a pawn shop nearby, she could trade in the new merchandise.

Letting out a pained dry cough, she groaned from the ache that shot throughout her long, slender body and pushed herself to her feet. The heels she wore annoyed her, which led to her pulling them off and tossing them to the side in the dark alley she was left in.

Handbag clutched between her fingers, she began to make her way through and passed the bagged garbage until she found herself finally exposed to the street lights of New York City. She wasn’t thick in the slightest, but a bit of meat formed her hips to give her a soft feminine curve and her slightly loose dress showed it. The hot pink silk material complimented her smooth light toasty hue, that she and others always admired, but ridden with forming bruises. Easily ignoring the stares from the little number of people passing by, she unhinged the seam of her purse open and pulled out her phone. But of course the damned thing had to have it’s screen smashed to nothing.

“Last fucking time I’m ever keeping an iPhone.” She rolled her eyes wondering if she could trade it in as well. Sighing, she turned to walk away in search for a pawn shop, but some asshole breezed passed her and away with the items she had in her hands.

The a-hole even took the broken phone.

“Why can’t I catch a damn break!?” her voice bellowed as she looked up to the night sky. Running her fingers through her silk pressed hair, she heaved an irritated sigh as she went to the closest bench that happened to be right in front of an ice cream and pastry parlour.

She didn’t even take notice of the little boy that sat there before her licking away at his cookie and cream double scooped ice cream on a sugar cone that seemed a little too big for his little hands and mouth to manage, but it clearly didn’t stop him from hungrily biting into the damn thing like a nerveless monster. It was the pleasurable and proud moan that rumbled from the little boy that had her glance over at him and widen her eyes, “ain’t that cramp your teeth, kid?”

“The cold doesn’t do much to my nerves.” He simply shrugged. His narrow light brown eyes looked at her unpresentable state and frowned suddenly shoving his ice cream cone towards her, “do you want some? You look like you need it.”

“I’m fine.” She declined in the most polite tone she could seeing that she always came off as naturally irritated, “shouldn’t you have a mantra about stranger danger or somethin’?”