Love and Mr.Right {Book 4}

Chapter 9

Big shoutout to @Jamya_flawless because this girl zipped through all my books and is on this one so girl thank you for reading and commenting

There was supposed to be a fan recognition but I'm on a bus so hopefully next chapter. Enjoy!!!

Word count: 2171

Naomi's POV

The light hit my face and I groaned before turning to my side. The alarm clock read '2:21PM'What a weird dream.

"ooooooooh Jamar!" I yelled as he pounced in and out of me. I gripped on his shoulders, scratching it up and arched my back.

"I'm bout to cum!!!!!"

"Cum for me baby" Jamar said. My legs started shaking and I let out a loud passionate scream.

"How did that feel?" He asks kissing my forehead

"Amazing"

What a weird dream. I thought to myself before opening my eyes and stretching. Where am I? Nothing looked the same like I wasn't even home anymore. I wrapped the sheet around my body and went downstairs. The kitchen didn't look like mine but felt strangely familiar.

"Shit Naomi" Jamar yelled as I rode him. Not too much longer he came and pecked my lips

"Girl if you don't be careful your gonna break my kitchen table"

Am I still dreaming? I wondered to myself.

"Hey beautiful" he wrapped his arms around me and I elbowed him in the stomach before moving away.

"Jamar what the fuck"

"I thought we had something" he grabbed my arm and pulled away from him

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Yesterday. We fucked or had love as I want to call it"

"No no no we couldn't of. It was a dream." I say backing away from him

"It wasn't a dream Naomi. We had sex. A lot of it. On the bed, in the shower, on the t--"

"I get it" He tried to come closer but I took a step back

"Jamar that shouldn't of happened"

"But the passi-"

"I'm married!" The room got silent and I mentally smacked myself. Shit what about De Ante.

"Look I gotta go" before he could object I went upstairs and changed back into my clothes from the night before before grabbing my purse and my phone. I sat on the bed and turned my phone back on and it started blowing up with text messages.

My baby: Naomi

My baby: Baby

My baby: Where are you?

My baby: I'm sorry

My baby: please just come home

My baby: just let me know your okay

My baby: I'm cancelling the tour

My baby: baby i know your mad butpleasetextme something. Anything. Just let me know that your okay.

The messages continued and i felt a sinking feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I need to go home.I went downstairs and quickly made my way to the door. I opened it ready to leave till Jamar pushed me against the frame and kissed me. I shouldve pushed him away. I shouldve slapped him and cussed him out. But I didn't. I dropped my bag on the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck.