Vengeance Is Mine|MJ|COMPLETED

3|Who's Gon' Stop 'Em?|

Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

July 2, 2018

Their lips remained locked on one another as Michael without permission slipped his tongue into Yalayla's mouth. His huge hands that were resting on each side of her smooth face traveled down to her neck, grasping it gently but in such a way that was enticing as he kept her in place.

"I love you, too, Yaya."

The truth had finally come out; Michael confessed his true feelings he has had for her for the longest time. Their lips smacked loudly as they pecked before Michael slowly pulls away but keeps his hands resting around her neck. His eyes bored deeply and passionately into her very own.

"I've loved you for a long ass fuckin' time now. Since losing Ali, you knew where I stood with relationships period. But when you came into my life, you started to stir some shit up that ain't need to be stirred, feel me? Shit had a nigga scared. I thought I'd never love another woman like I loved my wife, but Yalayla, you somethin' special, ma. You opened up some feelings I tried to keep hidden for as long as I possibly could.

But I knew at some point I needed to live in my truth and accept the fact that you were made for me no matter how hard I tried to block out that shit. And this is not the reason why I called you over either. I didn't ask that question just for you to agree to help me. I meant that shit, though. That I love you. I..." he paused briefly. "I'm in love with you, girl. That shit deep, bruh."

"I'm in love with you as well," she breathed a smile, glancing down at the floor then locking eyes with him again. "It's been obvious. And I know that wasn't the reason you asked me that either, but I meant what I said, too. I would kill for you 'cause I love you. You mean everything to me, Mike. You're all I have now after losing my son."

By this time, her eyes had started to gloss over, but she fought hard to keep the tears at bay. The love that Yalayla had for this man were words indescribable. And she knew she could never replace Alionna although she doesn't want to, but she knew she could love Michael just as hard and make him just as happy as Alionna had done... All she had to do was be herself and that is the main thing she has been since knowing him for as long as she has.

Michael bit his bottom lip and said, "so we gon' take this to the next level or what?" He knew the answer to his own question when he saw her blush, but he wanted to ask the question anyway even though they already solidified everything moments ago.

"You already know it," came her response as they sealed their new found relationship with a quick kiss.

"But we do gotta discuss some shit about how we gon' get this money before the week is up. I was hoping that-"

"Shh," she shushed him, placing her hand over his mouth before removing it quickly. "We'll talk 'bout that later. We got other plans to take care of."

Michael brows rose taken aback and before he knew it, he was being pulled by the hand and being led to his bedroom.

Moments later, he places Yalayla in the center of his bed as he crawled on top of her, their lips moving against each other in a fervent kiss. In between kisses, soft moans slipped through her lips while each second passed they were removing their clothes piece by piece. It had been a long time since Michael had some. To be frank, his sex drive wasn't like it used to be after Alionna's death. He knew there were many of women out in the world who were desperate to throw themselves at him and it has happened many times too often, but he would never give in. He just did not care for sex anymore. There were other alternatives to help. With Yalayla in the position they were in, naked and skin to skin, it was awakening that drive again. It was a different feeling for certain, but he was ready to consumate their relationship and really make it official. She was his and he was hers.