That Kind of Love (BWWM)

Kimberly

I've uploaded this story before but I've now done quite a few changes x.

Constructive criticism would much be appreciated.

Adult language is present.

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Chapter 1

Kimberly's POV

"James, what's wrong. You acting really weird today" I pointed out while licking the cookie dough off my fingers. I should really start thinking about dieting soon, my cellulite game is becoming uncontrollable. Not to mention that I can barely even fit my jeans over my glorious ass - as my mother would say.

"Nothing's wrong" He said refusing to look me in the eye.

"You sure, you seem really down." I leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek but just as I plucked out my lips, he moved his head. I frowned. "Seriously babe, just tell me what's wro-"

"Fucking hell Kimberly, can you not right now!" He groaned annoyingly pushing me away from him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I started babbling and stumbling over my words. Lately it seemed like all I ever did was anger him. He would get pissed off over the smallest things; if I didn't want to have sex because I felt bloated or even adding a tad too much salt to his food.

'Lord, please don't let him hit me' I prayed silently as I began aggressively scrubbing some pots and pans. Now don't get me wrong, James' had never hit me before however I knew that if things didn't change soon ...

After a few minutes of him intensively starring at me, he started closing in on the space.

"Look at me" He demanded.

I refused and kept my eyes fixed on the dirty sponge and silver pan. I was holding and scrubbing it so hard I thought my fingers were going to fall off. "Kim, look at me". This time he didn't ask but rather placed his hands on my jaw and like a oiled machine, turned it to face him. Tears started flooding my face and my heart started beating uncontrollably.

"I said I was sorry" I spluttered out. If you had asked me 5 years back if I would ever stay in an abusive relationship, I probably would've told you where to get off.

But look at me now.

Pathetic.

"Babe, this is not working."

"What?"

"This, us. It's not working. I can't fucking pretend anymore." He moaned as he let me go and started rubbing his rough palms all over his face.

"You met someone?" I painfully asked. The thought of him cheating on me felt like someone punching me in the gut over and over and over.

"No."

"Really?"

"Come on, don't be like that. Just look at me and let me explain" James said while attempting to pull me closer.

"James', please tell me you're joking right now" I walked away unsteadily.

"Kimmy, you know I love you. I just can't commit right now" He attempted to grab my waist and kiss my neck.

The fuck is wrong with him.

I pushed him off me and all of a sudden felt a powerful surge of anger pulse through my entire core. I can't even begin to describe it, it was like every single shitty thing he had done, said and put me through all began to surface and was getting ready to explode.

"Is it because I'm black?" I demanded to know. I no longer cared about making him angry or uncomfortable.

"What, no baby. You should know me better than that. I would neve-"