I Hate Love✅

33. First Date

She had the best sleep of her life in the lush bed with DJ holding her all night. It was magical last night. He did not fuck her last night, he made love to her. She could not stop smiling thinking about all his touches and kisses, his whispers of how perfect she was.

This man was making her have feelings she did not want to have.

She slid over to get her phone off the nightstand, power it up, and went to the camera. She took some selfies of herself lying next to a sleeping DJ. Posing next to him and kissing him. She would have to throw a filter on that, her face looked all oily and splotchy.

Then she snuggled her backside up against him and looked through text messages. Some from M'Liyah and Melodie. She had not talked to them since she left. Of course Kitty, being nosy. Sarena wanted to have a Facetime talk with her later in the day. Maybe she got her a good record deal. One could hope.

She texted Kitty a picture she just took with several sexual emojis.

If Kitty sent back pictures of her and Icee she might gag, she did not want to see Icee that way. She looked at him more like a brother than she did her stepbrother. Instead, Kitty sent back a picture of her breastfeeding one of the twins.

She ain't want to see her bestie doing that either.

She went back to cuddling DJ, who was a deep sleeper. This was the first time waking up with him in bed. The first time, he left sometime in the middle of the night. She wanted him to wake up so they could go a couple more times.

She poked at his nose, he only snored louder. She played with his lips, he swatted her away. She tried raising his eyelids, then laughed. Her hand slid down his naked body, feeling his hard abs muscles, caressing them. The man had body for days. She loved a man in shape. He was not all skinny like Tempo.

Why did she just do that?

Was she not over Tempo? That boy hurt her in the worst way, she should never think of him again. Not when she had someone like DJ who was giving her all his attention and treating her like a queen.

She got out the bed, unsuccessful in trying to wake him up. She made it to the bathroom, peed, washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and then splashed water over her face. She started the shower, figuring maybe he would be awake by the time she finished.

She was done with wigs for a while. She loved wearing her hair free, however painful it was doing it. She didn't need to wash it, but she rinsed it out well, she was going to slick it back in a bun.

She was in the middle of getting fresh when the door opened.

"Why didn't you wake me up, I would have joined you."

Really? As much as she tried.

He did his morning business, flushed, washed his hands then tried to get in the shower with her.

"No un-unh, wait."

"What? I washed my hands?"

"Brush your teeth. You know I want some kisses while you're in here."

He grabbed his overnight bag he brought and got his things so he could brush his teeth. Early morning sex in the shower was the best and it had been a long time for her.

He got in with her and kissed her neck. "Is this better?"

"Yes." She rubbed over his braids. "Now take those out, I want to play in your hair."

"Really? You just put them in the other day."

"I know, but I miss the fro."

He shook his head. "There is no pleasing you, huh?" But he started in on his braids and she liked that he was into doing whatever she asked. She liked having the power.