Chapter 21: Toxic West Village, New York April 11th, 9:23 am
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, baby You know I'm lovin' that dick, it got me so crazy
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"It's early April and you wearing shorts with a shirt that barely covers you cause you tryna look cute for somebody..." Chris trailed off, his top row of teeth sunken down into his bottom lip as he eyed her entire frame. Fixing her gold bracelets around her wrist, Maleah paid him no mind. Completely ignoring his heavy footsteps coming up behind her until his tattooed arms wrapped around her body from behind, with his head buried into the crook of her neck. "Can you stop ignoring me, I already said I didn't mean it." He mumbled, causing Maleah to roll her eyes.
It wasn't anything but their usual fighting that they happened to do everyday, not more than an hour going by on a normal day without one of them upsetting the other. It was most of the time Chris to Maleah, considering he didn't know how to control his mouth nor get his thoughts in tune. While Maleah just wasn't one to back down from any type of fight, especially not one with him.
"You so fucking extra for what-."
"Here we go." Maleah muttered, glancing up at the mirror to see that he was staring dead at her with his arms never coming undone. "Boo bitch, the hell are you staring at me like that for. Can you move?"
"Move me." Raising an eyebrow out of amusement, Maleah pulled her shorts up a little bit while fixing up her shirt.
"Shoot you?"
"You want to fuck me?" Groaning, Maleah brought her foot back to kick him in his knee. His obnoxious laughter in her ear only annoying her more than what she already was, the fact her hormones were slowly but surely making their appearance not at all helping.
"Let go of me." She squirmed, childishly stomping her feet once he refused.
"Our baby gon be so gorgeous, you got to let me get it again before your stomach get all big and we won't be able to do shit. I don't even know why you holding off as if you give a fuck I'm in a relationship that I don't even want to be in." Raising her eyes to put her focus on him, Maleah only scoffed because he was giving himself too much credit.
"I don't care about your relationship, you just don't deserve my shit-."
"I don't deserve it? Man what?! I really only been acting like this cause I been craving you, and only you, nothing but you- Maleahhhh." He dragged out, causing her to roll her eyes and place her attention back on herself. Sucking his teeth, Chris grabbed her by the back of her shirt to pull backwards with him until the back of his knees hit the bed. Sitting down, he brought her body down next to him before hovering over her.
"You're about to mess my hair up-."
"I don't care, you don't miss us late at night..." He started, giving her a gentle kiss on her chest right in between her breasts. "Just me and you..." he continued, his lips trailing up to kiss the top of her left one that was exposed. "Going at it for hours at a time." He spoke into her, moving over to do the same to her right one.
