TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧Tajea POV 👧

Ugh! I just can't seem to get that image out of my head. Nik Anthony, the uncovered version. It's been haunting me all day at work and now at home.

OK, let a girl fantasize a little—elaborate on that short yet amazing preview of one of the world's greatest masterpieces. Gosh, he's so gorgeous. Blessed. And I mean in all the ways you can imagine possible.

He has hard, bulky muscles in every nook and cranny of his body. As you already know, he has an attractive face. And down there. You know where. And though it wasn't fully activated, like when he sexually assaulted me at that time, the deactivated state was not bad at all. But why am I drooling over him anyway? It's not like it's the first time I've seen him naked.

Deep breath.

Now that's out of my system. It's time to put an end to these lascivious thoughts. Humph, easier said than done. The images of him in his true form. It's unforgettable and everlasting. It's like it was tattooed on my brain and branded on my soul.

Girl, please get a grip on yourself. I'm overdoing it. As always. And behave yourself, kitty. You are not in control here. Or so I'd like to believe.

And as I was about to get down to business (you know, tame my kitty), Regina came barging into my bedroom uninvited. Fuu! Oh, thank goodness. This was getting way out of control—going too far.

Anyway, my girl had tears in her eyes and looked all broken up. The poor thing. I wonder what's troubling her now. Well, apart from her Tyrone drama. "Girl, I miss Tyrone. And I know it's stupid of me to feel this way after what happened. But I can't help myself. He had become such a big part of my life."

"What if that woman was lying and Tyrone was telling the truth?" I asked her to end her everlasting speech. Besides, it seems she's already made up her mind to be with Tyrone, but she's seeking my approval or maybe something else.

She looked at me, a bit shocked. Oddly. "You think Tyrone was telling the truth?"

"It's possible," I replied.

Regina came over to pinch me, and then she did it two more times. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!! That fucking hurt.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?"

"Ha ha, very funny," I grumbled.

"I thought you would scold me and call me names. Lecture me to stay away from him or something. I didn't expect you would tell me to go back to him."

"No. I'm just saying he might be telling the truth, and you should hear him out."

Regina hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. "Oh, thank you. Thank you."

"For what?" I asked, though I think I know why she thanked me. It's for not bashing her over her choice but for supporting her.

"For being the best sister a girl could ever ask for," she replied.

"You better remember it," I said with an arrogant smile.

"Look at you growing up on me," Regina teased, pinching my cheeks. As if I were a toddler.

"So that's how it seems." I rolled my eyes mischievously.

"But will Tyrone even take me back? After how I treated him, I wouldn't blame him for not wanting anything to do with me ever again." She voiced her fears and worries.

"Then he'd be a fool. A miserable fool for the rest of his life for missing out on being with an amazing woman like you," I said to cheer her up. "And besides, if he cares deeply about you like he said he did, I'm sure he's home praying and fasting to get you back in his life."

"You think so?" She asked dubiously.

"Girl, I know so," I assured her. "Now stop wasting your time with me and go get that thing." Crap, old habits die hard. "I mean your man."

We laughed and hugged, and then Regina left to go chase after Tyrone. I'm happy for her. But there is no way on earth or on any other planet that I'm chasing after a man again. He wants me; he better come after me. I'm no track star. Sorry. Well, love makes people do crazy things.

And speaking of crazy things, I need to set things straight with my out-of-control hormones and Nik Anthony.

Girl, repeat after me. No, to Dick. No, to sex. It makes sense. So keep your damn ass quiet, and please let me sleep in peace. Dang it.