Brother's Keeper✔️

47. One Mess

Manny POV

He was having sex with Shamiya about every night now. It was like he was addicted to her. He could never explain it. He officially had a girlfriend and a sidepiece. Shamiya did not mind being the side piece. She knew her role and stayed in it.

"I think we just get each other," she said to him, caressing his chest.

He was laying in bed with her, under covers, both naked after they went at each other like animals. Sex with her was on another level than Laila. Better, and that's why he could not help himself.

"You're special."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she added a giggle as she smashed her body tight to his. "Manny, you're amazing. I know this is just...you know...whatever it is, but I like you."

"I like you too." But he loved Laila.

"You could be with lots of other girls here, I know so many trying to get with you but you are always here with me."

Or with Laila, down the hall, only a few doors away. The risk was great but somehow he was never caught. He knew Laila's schedule. When she was sleep she was asleep, she was not leaving her room, so he could go onto their floor and to Shamiya's room without being seen by anyone. He would not stay long, then he would leave before she would wake up.

Staying in the same residence hall helped. His sneaky link was not halfway across campus. Middle of the night at three a.m. in the morning is when he saw many others doing the same thing he was doing. Sneaking out of one room to another.

Maybe it was his generation, linking up for sex and that was it. Were relationships a thing of the past?

Maybe he should tell Laila that he did not want to be in a relationship anymore they could be friends with benefits. He did not want to lose the benefits of having Laila. He also wanted to do all the things he missed out on in his younger years. Playing the field.

"I'm not going to pressure you about choosing me or Laila. I like Laila, she's cool people. I just feel some kind of way because she is always talking about how you're different from all the other guys."

"I am."

She chuckled at him. "Boy, you have two girls crazy about you and you're having your cake and eating it too. You're not different."

"If you don't like sharing me, why keep calling me over?"

"I didn't say I mind. It's Laila, poor girl doesn't even know she's sharing and you have her living in LaLa land."

She was right, he should be honest with her. But he knew if he told her what was going on he would lose her.

"Can we...not talk about Laila while I am in bed with you?" He kissed her and slid his hand down between her thighs. "I would rather do other things while we're in this bed."

Shamiya had a roommate, but even her roommate did not know about them. She had a boyfriend and spent days in his room. She would text when she was on the way so if he needed to leave quickly, he could. That never happened.

Until now.

With no warning, her roommate, Neta walked in while they were in the middle of having sex.

"What the hell Neta, damn!" Shamiya pushed him away while he tried to hide under the covers.

"Oooooh! Girlllll! You in here doing the nasty!"

He was under the covers praying she did not see his face. Neta was friends with Marketta. If she knew it was him surely she would flap her mouth.

"Girl, I had the bow on the door, how are you-"