For the past couple days I've been cleansing my apartment. I washed my bedding and cleaned my house. For a few days it was like I couldn't get his smell out of my nose.
I cried on and off but all in all I was okay. It wasn't fair how our situationship was one sided. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to take it seriously. He is who he is but those lyrics made he think was a different kind of nigga.
Shit was the same. He was typical and played me for dumb just like my ex. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
After cleaning the kitchen I took a long hot shower. I was tired, I worked earlier and was in need of a nap.
I ordered food before getting in the shower. I washed my hair and put what could fit into a ponytail. I wore a robe and massaged my body with a body oil.
I wanted to feel sexy. Looking good always made me feel better.
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Doordash let me know my order had been left at the door. I grabbed it quickly, as I was walking about to my room there was a knock at the door.
I'm thinking my doordash forget a part of my order so I cracked the door only showing my head.
"You blocked me?" He pushed the door but I held it still. "I can't come in?"
He was dressed from head to toe. I wanted to ask where he was coming from and why he was so dressed but I didn't.
"You need something?"
"Can we talk?" I rolled my eyes before walking away from the door.
He stepped in the house and looked me over. He was staring for a little while.
"You got a nigga coming over here?"
"Talk."
"Let's wait on your lil boyfriend. We can all talk then." He sat on the couch
I went to my room and shut the door. I began nibbling at my food, he ruined my excitement for the food. I was still super tired as well so I ended up napping.
I woke up 2 hours later to him opening my bedroom door. I pulled my robe over my exposed chest and ass.
"You got a nigga going crazy, you know that?" He was standing at the edge of the bed "You block me, post single shit all over social media, then a nigga show up and you in some small silky shit tryna hide from me like I don't know what you're body look like."
"I'm not hiding from you."
"Why you cover up when I walk in here?"
"I didn't want you getting the wrong idea."
"Like what? Fucking you?" He titled his head to the side "I was fucking you in this bed last week and in that shower. You forget?"
I shook my head. "You being toxic right now."
"Kayla I don't wanna leave you alone. You making this shit harder than it has to be. I ain't fuck that girl."
"I can't trust you."
"What happen to you 'not even being my bitch'? Where that energy go?" He smacked his lips "You a trip. If we wasn't together what's the problem? We could've both been seeing other people."
I laughed in shock. "Yeah. I didn't realize we weren't together until you showed me. But don't worry, I get it now." I laughed once more then shrugged "If we ever fuck around again I won't be faithful. Just so we on the same page, okay?"
I kept our relationship private but posted things like our plates, us holding hands, and other subliminal things that made it clear I wasn't on the market. He knew I was doing this. All of a sudden we should've been seeing other people as well.
It was clear now that he didn't want a relationship and that's fine but I won't be one of the women on his roster. I had a different preference for my romantic life and this wasn't it.
I stopped near him and he turned to me. I placed a hand on his chest before speaking.
"We want different things for ourselves. You don't want to be exclusive and I don't want to be one of your women on rotation. Go live you life. You'll never get me to agree to be your side piece." I was speaking softly and placed my hand on his face "This was great while it lasted, but it's over now."
"I love you Kayla."
"Boy no you don't." We never got to the point of I love yous so I was thrown off.
"Yes I do. It's why I can't leave you alone." He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me between his legs. He had his head on my shoulder. "I came to tell you that. I'm ready to be yo man. I can't see another nigga with you. You mine." He sighed "All that other shit is dead. You blocked a nigga but look."
He placed his phone in my head and showed me his story. It was a video of me sleeping on his chest with the caption "airing shit out about this one".
"I told you. I'm stamping you Kayla, I ain't letting up off yo mean ass."
"I'm going to need some time."
"Okay I'll give you your time but not tonight."
"What?"
He picked me up and kissed me. My robe was riding up my ass exposing it.
"Put me down."
"Kayla, shut up."
He place me down on the bed on my back so my legs were around his waist. He pushed them back to expose my pussy. I was wet.
He look up at me.
"Don't move." He unbuckled his pants and slid his hard dick into me. My back arched off the bed.
He pressed deep into me as he took off the rest of his clothes. He also untied my robe showing my soft breast and hard nipples.
He began fucking me slow and deep just watching me take his dick. I had a grip on one of his hands abs the other onto the blanket.
"You was gone leave me?" He wrapped his hand around my neck and fucked me hard and fast. I was in pleasurable pain, he was so deep but it felt so good. "You mine Kayla."
He laid his body on mine pressing my knees to my shoulders and held me. He was fucking me deep and slow until I told him I was about to cum.
We had sex for over an hour before he busted. I jumped in the shower immediately and rinsed off my body.
He joined me after a while.
"I'm gone give you your time. Unblock me though." He pulled me into him "And delete that shit off yo story."
