TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧 Tajea POV 👧

Just what does a girl have to do to get some peace and quiet around here?

Kmt. And now, because of the wretched sound of this damn room door closing recently, not to mention the heavy footsteps in the hallway, I was awoken from my sweet-sweet slumber.

Do you know how difficult it was for me to get myself to fall asleep after learning that Nik is?

Oh, Great! Now, I'm all messed up again. Crying and sh*t.

And Regina dares to disrupt me. I mean, who else could it be? She was the only one in the room with me before I fell asleep, however short it was. That, and I can hear her damn loud mouth from all the way up here.

Oh, she is going to get it.

Angrily, I flipped out of bed, tripping on the damn sheet, almost falling face-way on the floor. Oh, for crying out loud! This damn sheet is trying to kill me. Humph, I'll burn your ass later.

Anyway, I marched out of the room to give that noisy banshee sister of mine (the bane of my existence) a piece of—all of my damn mind. But to my surprise, she wasn't at it with that bastard McCarty like I, thought. But aggressively interrogating someone.

Nik... My Nik. He's here. How? Like, isn't he supposed to be dead?

Well, there was really no confirmation of that, but I believe he did. I mean, wouldn't you? That Flint guy at the airport said they lost contact with his plane for several hours. Another way of saying he's dead, right?

My body began to shiver, covered in goosebumps even. My eyes filled with tears. And my legs. Well, those damn things don't seem to work any more.

Oh, I just want to scream. Shout. Jump for joy. Nik is not dead, but he's alive. Thank you, Jesus. Nothing is possible without you.

However, that didn't happen. Girl is just way too emotionally overwhelmed right now. It temporarily cripples her.

And while I was incapacitated, I overheard bits and pieces of Nik's sketchy explanation about some plane tragedy to Regina, who bashed him and called him bad names for my sake. McCarty got involved, and she left. And from the way Regina slammed that front door, she was displeased.

Setting my emotions in order, which took about five minutes, if not more, I headed down the stairs to confront Nik.

My sudden appearance startled the shit out of him, and McCarty performed a disappearance act. He's an extraordinary magician. I'll give him that.

"Taj, I—" he was about to explain, but I shut him up. Jumping at him. Kissing him like it's the first and last time.

Sure, I'm mad as hell at him for not coming home to me the second he survived that plane accident he was talking about. At least call me to let me know he was alright or something.

However, when I look back to when I thought I lost him, how my whole world came crumbling down instantly. How empty I was. And now here he is alive and safe. Who has the time to argue with him right now? I'm just glad he's here, unharmed.

Tears then came rolling down my face from all the joy of being in his embrace again, kissing his lips. After all, I never thought this would be possible again.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Nik voiced remorsefully, drying my eyes. He's trying to make me feel better, as if I'm sad. Roll my eyes mentally. "So please don't cry... Um... Tell me what I can do or say to make it up to you," he started babbling. "Do you want to argue with me? Call me names? Slap me? Whatever? Just please don't be sad or upset with me. Don't cry. I can't bear it."

"Nik, please just stop talking and F me already!" It slipped out of my mind. I mean, I've been waiting—anticipating being alone with him in his arms in ecstasy—for a very long time. Almost five days to be exact, but whose counting? And here he is, chattering away non-stop. Sweet, but now is not the time for that.

Next thing I knew, we were wrestling about the room like professional love-makers. Kissing and touching like crazy. Clothes came off our bodies as if we were being ripped apart by wild animals. We are wild animals. Hungry. Thirsty for each other.

We magically ended up inside the dining room. Well, it feels like magic, since I don't even know how we got there in the first place. I was too intoxicated on the Nik drug to notice anyway.

In one swoop, Nik cleared a spot on that huge table and gently laid me there. Get on top of me, looking me in the eyes with so much love and affection. Desire. As if he is going to do something bad to me. Good. Because girl is ready to be destroyed sexually by him.

Then he gets down to serious business. Venturing into the depths of my erogenous zone, sparking all sorts of pleasure to attack my body from all angles—starting a fire on my inside, beating my drums with his stick, giving me that happy syringe that I was long overdue.

And damn, he's a pro at what he was doing. Taking me a part, piece by piece. Putting my pieces back together. Driving me crazier than I am. I grabbed on to him so tightly, like a serpent securing its prey. And this fueled him to go even harder and faster. Battle it out with my wild urges right to the end. With his victory, of course.

That was really amazing.

Is it strange or inconsiderate that I want more of Nik sugar sticks, though?

Yeah, I know there is no getting up down there right now for Nik. He needs time to recover. That orgasm just now had taken a lot out of him.

I could tell from his powerful, uncontrollable groans earlier. How strongly he held on to me. As if he's going to break me. But my favorite part is the sensation of his little troopers taking off inside me like a torpedo. My insides literally light up with great excitement.

Oh, no! We didn't use protection again. At this rate, I'll be pushing out Nik's offspring like hot bread.