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𝓙𝓪𝓱𝓼𝓮𝓱 𝓞𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔂
"Oh my god it's just T-shirt's," I yelled. "I'm hanging up my tshirts."
"You need to be relaxing I told you I would take care of it," Stokeley mumbled as he came behind me and took the hangers from my hand.
As planned we moved me out this morning. I only took my clothing and personal belongings. So it only took a few hours to move me from one house to another.
"You act like I'm dying or something. I can hang up my own clothes," I rolled my eyes and tried to snatch away my hangers.
He held them above himself, so I couldn't reach them. "Sit the fuck down."
"You sit the fuck down," I rolled my eyes and stomped out of my bedroom. I seriously don't have time for this. I'm too tired I just want to get this over with so I can go to sleep.
I walked downstairs and sat on the couch, kicking my feet up on the table.
"Get upstairs," Stokeley stood in front of me.
"Why?"
"Now," he gave me a look that said he wasn't playin with me no way.
"Leave me alone, bitch," I shrugged him off and crossed my arms.
Stokeley reached down to my level and grabbed me by my throat, "get upstairs, in the bed. Face down ass up."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head.
I stood from the couch and quickly walked up the stairs and got into bed. I stripped myself of all clothing, leaving me in my boxers and then assumed the position.
"You remember what happened last time you called me a bitch?" Stokeley asked me as he walked into my bedroom, unbuckling his belt.
"Y-yes."
"What happened?"
"You showed me what a bitch really is," I explained.
"Alright, glad you remember," the bed shifted as he climbed on top of it, coming up behind me. He glazed his thumb over the hem of my boxers. "Take em off."
I made quick work of taking them off and throwing them on the floor.
I got back into position and quietly waited for what would happen next.
