"Wit'cho confused body built ass! I hate yo' ass sometimes, I swear!", she angrily yelled.
'Okay, and? The fuck I care for? Bet you be on my dick again tonight though?", he snidely retorted.
She tsked. "Fuck you!", she sneered.
He smirked. 'You al...
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She did not want to hear me out. I had so much I wanted to say. There was so much that needed to be said. Yet, once again she sent me away. I hope that she does not see this as my surrender again. I just do not want to stress her out, so I left with an even heavier heart than before.
"Baby, you don't look happy to see me", Crystal said reaching for me.
I stepped back. A look of hurt flashed across her face before a tinge of annoyance seeped into her eyes.
"I'm not", I bluntly stated.
"You're such a kidder, ba-"
"Why are you here, Crystal?", I questioned eyeing her suspiciously.
She has zero reason to be in my presence.
"I came to see you obviously", she coyly retorted while tugging a loose the tied bow of her wrap dress.
"No thanks", I declined averting my eyes elsewhere.
I did not want to see what she was trying to show me. The only woman I wanted to see dressed seductively was my wife. She may not know this, but Idalia is the only woman I have been with in ages. You know why? Because she is the only woman I want, need.
That is why my other relationships were so short after her. I refused to sleep with them no matter how much they pressured and coerced me to do so. I refused. They were not her. She was still mine and I hers.
"Are you seriously turning me down, Zayn? You haven't even looked at this prize waiting for you", she cooed in an attempt at a sultry voice.
I hummed in acknowledgment of her words. I was not in the mood to entertain Crystal's antics. With a sigh of annoyance I walked around her to my desk taking a seat in the big fluffy black rolling chair Idalia had bought for me years ago as a present for selling my first painting. Initially I had thought the chair to be a waste of three grand. That was until I sat in it and almost nutted.
The chair was a gift from God. Passed along to me from the hands of his faithful servant, my wife. My Idalia is perfection. I know that I had fucked up years ago. I know that I was a stupid, foolish asshole that night.
"There is no prize for me with you, Crystal", I bluntly stated shifting my eyes from the soft gray paint on the wall behind her.
Somehow, someway Crystal had found her way into my studio. I frowned. I was not understanding why she was here.
She tsked. "You're acting like I'm bothering you or so-"
