Maybe I Like Her [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.7

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REMEMBER, this story always starts off in Clark's POV unless stated otherwise.

Carry On (Beyoncé Voice*)

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Few Days Later*

It felt good to get a massage. Who said men couldn't treat themselves to relaxation? No one, ex-actly.

I was getting one with hot oil, causing me to wince a bit. The woman massaging it was doing wonders as she moved to my lower back.

"Oh yeah, right there." I groaned aloud. There was a towel covering my bottom and the weight from my di*k was pressing into the foam bed. Her palms were on the side of my hips and let me tell you, something cracked, and whatever it was, felt amazing.

"Shit right there." I said. I heard my phone ring and told her to put it on speaker, assuming it was just Adonis or one of my other guys. "Ohh fuck. You are amazing-"

"Am I calling at a bad time?" I heard her voice. It was breaking and quiet. I opened my eyes and reached to take the phone off speaker.

"Brenda, no I was just getting a massage. Can you give me a moment?" I asked the masseuse. She nodded and left out the room. My body was so relaxed I struggled to move. "What's up?"

"Are you at home? I don't mean to be weird but I just need someone to talk to and you used to be my closest friend."

"I am, just come over. Adonis was on his way too if you don't mind."

"No, it's your home that's fine. My shift is over anyway, want something to eat? I can pick something up?"

I'd rather pick you up and eat you..

"No it's okay." I said.

"Text me the address, see you soon." she hung up. Why did I have to think about eating her, the boner just had to come at this time. I stood as the masseuse started to open the door and I hid my boy.

"Thanks Shalissa you can leave." I said. She nodded and pointed down before leaving the room. I looked down and noticed one of my balls were out, shit. She was about 39 and her age compared to mine was considered cougar. I texted Brenda the info.

I tied a larger towel around my hips and sat in my wheelchair since my back was still recovering.

I pushed the wheels towards the stairs and made my way up. I changed into a black t-shirt and put some briefs on before hearing my doorbell ring. Thank God my di*k started to calm down. I opened the door and it was Adonis greeting me.

"What's up man?" he said. I opened it as he walked in.

"Yo, what'd you bring I didn't ask for anything." I said, noticing two bags he had in his hands.

"Got us some beers, got you a playboy, and tortilla chips with cheese dips." he said.

"You always know how to spoil me Mitchell." I said. He put everything on my island and took the PlayBoy out, throwing it on the couch.

"So what you got planned this evening?" he asked. I turned on the TV and switched it to hockey. The Ducks were playing.

"Brenda's coming over and I was just gonna beat some beat for dinner tonight." I said. I had to tenderize the beef I was going to be cooking tonight and had yet to do it.

"Beat your meat?" he laughed. "Wow you haven't told me that ever before-"

"I meant tenderize the beef I plan on cooking tonight you twat." I said. The game was getting pretty boring and I slowly started to doze as the doorbell rang yet again. "Can you get that A?"

"Got you Clark." he said. I heard him open the door and looked back to see him hugging her, his hands on her waist. I shouldn't be upset but it was making me a little jealous that he was feeling on her.

He closed the door and she walked in the living room. "Hey hey hey."

Her smile made me smile and I thought back to memories of us. Our kiss in the park in highschool, our first time, our breakup.

"Hey, come sit down." I said.

"Interesting choice of reading material." she said, pointing to the PlayBoy. I picked it up and threw it to the other couch.

"Want a martini or beer Miss Brenda?" Adonis asked.

"I don't know-"

"Come on, you look like you need to get a little tipsy tonight." he urged.

"Hook me up with a beer Mitchell." I said. I stretched out my arms and yawned.

"So you guys just walk around in underwear or?" she asked. I looked down at my small boner and forgot pants when Adonis came over first.

My face felt heated and I covered my lap with one of the throw pillows on the couch.

"Excuse me for a second." I said. I ran upstairs, ignoring the small pain in my back, and found some sweats to put on. Bad idea. It showed my di*k worse than without, I put on boxers and joggers before going back down.

Adonis and Brenda were in the kitchen laughing as I came back down. He was running his hands through her hair as she drank her martini.

"So what are you doing here anyway? Aren't you married?" he said. I listened by the staircase.

"You know I came here to talk to Clark about that. So my fiancé or actually, ex-fiancé is fucking gay. He was fucking some dude in the shower. The look on his face was priceless when I saw them. My life is so fucked up."

I could hear the slur in her voice.

"Why would you be with some queer when you can find a man right in front of you?"

How much did she have to drink.

"Look Mister biceps, you're hot but I got my eyes on the fella upstairs okay. But shh, it's a secret." she laughed.

I popped my head around the corner, just as Adonis shove his lips to hers. Fuck what do I say, do I kick him out?

I went up the stairs a little and made some noise before coming back downstairs and seeing them split apart.

"What goes it? Hope I didn't take too long." I fakely grinned. Adonis fucking Mitchell. Well shit.

"I am 80 percent sure I am drunk." Brenda smiled.

"How many did you give her fucker?" I asked Adonis. "I was only upstairs for 15 minutes. Maybe even 10."

"She had two martinis but one of them had something a little stronger in them."

"Did you drug her ?!" I screamed.

"No idiot I mixed her drink with vodka, that's how you make a martini right?"

I shook my head, she wasn't sloppy drunk, but she was too drunk to drive home.

"She has work tomorrow you dumb ass." I gritted.

"Hey, my bad man, she told me to keep pouring it for her after her first sip." he shrugged.

"You are the worst person in the world. You got her drunk and tried to hook up with her. Don't lie to me."

"Hook up? You know I'd never take advantage of a woman Gonzales."

"Hey Clark, show me around?" she said.

"Give me a glass of water for her." I said. He did and I made her down the entire thing as she failed to sober up.

My doorbell rang and I grabbed Brenda's arm to take her upstairs into a guest bedroom for the night. She slowly climbed the stairs as Mitch called my name.

"Be down in two minutes." I said.

I opened the guestroom door and laid her down on the bed.

"Woah we're not going to fuck are we?" she laughed. I put the covers over her after I took her shoes off and told her I'd be right back.

I ran downstairs only to be stared at by Thomas with a suitcase and Adonis with a note in hand.

"You got to read this bro."

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