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After multiple rounds of sex, Khalil held Chanel in his arms with her head resting upon his chest. He planted a chaste kiss to her forehead, making her smile as her eyes closed to relish in the warmth and comforts of his arms. They have been at it nonstop since day one and after two weeks of rendezvousing, they couldn't contain their sexual urges. They were like two libidinous teenagers. Being locked up for five years really done a number on Khalil in many ways and he had been putting in overtime. Chanel was easy pussy on a silver platter, which is why he agreed to whatever their situation is. He needed it. It definitely wasn't a relationship, maybe a fling, perhaps.
He liked her enough to take it this far. It was enough to keep him around and fucking her brains out just to get his dick wet. Despite her being a "taken" woman, he did, in fact, enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around with her. He honestly could care less about Darnell; he never understood why Michael was so adamant about things blowing up. If he were Darnell, his woman would never be sexing another man that isn't him because he wouldn't have allowed it. He was no punk and would never stand for a woman messing around on him. Darnell, in his eyes, was weak and allowed Chanel to run over him like the whipped motherfucker he is.
He could never.
On the other hand, Chanel got what she wanted by having all of her needs fulfilled. If anyone were to ask why she has done the things she's done when she had a good man, a man that most women pray for, she wouldn't necessarily have a legitimate reason other than the fact he wasn't doing much for her in terms of sex. That was the only difference between him and Khalil. Darnell was paid. He had a steady income, and whatever she wanted he made sure she had it with no questions asked.
Khalil was fresh out of prison and fairly younger so, she knew not to get her hopes up with him when it comes to 'grown man shit' as she would say. But he could lay pipe better than most men, which is why she wanted him around. He was her newest guy of the month. Darnell, however, she loved him so much but wasn't in love with him as she once were before. Somewhere after three years, those deep feelings dissipated. If it weren't for the love she still had for him, she would have been gone a long time ago. However, he was the total package with a percentage of eighty. The sex was the missing twenty to make it a full one hundred percent.
So much for talking to him about it when they've already been down that road in the past. Talking wasn't solving anything nor teaching him how to please a woman although he has tried. It was a lost cause, but God, the way he loved her, she'd never get that type of love with anyone else. It was only because he found all fault in the guys she'd sleep with and not her when she was the one that held loyalty to him. If only she knew that those days would eventually come to a head sooner rather than later.
"What's on ya mind, Honey Dip?" Khalil inquired, tracing a finger gingerly across her chest and up her collarbone then back down.
