TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧Tajea POV 👧

For the past five days, Nik seemed so out of character. He seemed troubled about something. Having mood swings, even like some pregnant women.

And, oh shit, I am pregnant.

Naw. Haha. I'm not. At least I don't think so. The last test I did about a week ago came out negative. Plus, we haven't had sex for almost two weeks. This is all thanks to Nik being busy with work and his sour moods. Anyway, I feel normal. So, that's not possible, right? Ugh, I hope not. OK. I'll do another test later to be sure.

Now back to Nik. It's been a while since I've seen him like this. I wonder if it was because of what I told him Toni did. So remember that time when little Nik requested to go see that wh*re? I mean the thing that gave birth to him, Toni. It was actually a money-laundering scheme gone bad.

I left her and the kid alone for some time because he requested it (or rather, she coerced him into doing so), and she probably forced the kid into giving her Nik's number, called Nik, and used the boy to beg money on her behalf. You can't even begin to imagine how angry I was. I wanted to kick her ass, but Ms. Radnor begged for her. As for Nik, I had to spend hours trying to convince him not to give her a smackdown.

Anyway, I don't want to think about it anymore, or I just might kill Toni. And let's go back to Nik's mood swing. He seemed angrier and more devastated today after he got back from wherever he went.

So, you can understand my concern for him. And believe me, I tried everything to get him to talk to me about what's been bothering him for the past few days. You know, for him to lean on me. Share his burden with me. So that I can help solve them or make him better anyhow I can.

But like the past few days, he was unwilling. He's avoiding sharing his problems with me. The boy even goes as far as locking himself in his room. A sign showing he wishes to be alone.

At first, I decided to leave him be. Let him cool down, and then he will tell me whatever it is that's bugging him for so long. What is ruining my sex life? But you know, I'm sister impatient. Sister all up in your business. I can no longer bear this. The curiosity alone is killing me.

I be banging down his room door like a mad woman. And it took him twenty minutes, if not more than that, before he decided he should let me in.

This, of course, made me so angry. I slapped him the second he came into my view. I mean, here I am worried about him for days, and he's giving me the cold shoulder. No more.

"What did you do that for?" Nik was so frightened by my sudden blow. He lost his temper with me.

"So you can talk now. Good. Tell me what's wrong with you!" I demanded, moving him out of the way as I made my way into his room without an invitation. Like I need one. "And if you tell me you are fine, that I shouldn't worry about it. All that crap you have been telling me for, who knows how long, I'll kick you in the balls so hard you will never be able to get any girl pregnant ever."

He took a deep breath before start telling me a very disturbing, sad story. What's been bothering him for days. About some, Dr. Harley. That baby, Kira, is not his daughter. His violent confrontation with Amelia that occurred not too long ago. What he was forced to do to get the truth out of her.

Now I understand why he's like this.

"That b*tch!" Of course, this made me angry. How dare she do this to Nik? "When I get my hands on her."

Nik pulled me into him before I could finish my statement. He holds me so tight and with so much meaning. This makes my body shiver. I could actually sense his pain. Tears came pouring down my face.

Oh, I can't take this. Him getting hurt like this again breaks my heart. And it is all my fault. I should have let him do another DNA test, like he suggested back then. But I thought it was stupid, since the first one was done by the best doctors. Now I know I was the stupid one.

I shouldn't have forced him to get close to that child. Now look what happened to him. It's because of me that he got hurt again.

"I'm sorry, Nik." I whispered in his ears. "This is all my fault."

He snuffled before slightly pulling away from me and looking me in the eyes. Forced a smile before saying in a croaky voice. "Please don't cry, Taj. You'll make me cry, too. And don't blame yourself. None of this is your fault."

Yeah. That's what people say when it's really your fault. He's just trying to make me feel better, but that's not working. I mean, how could I feel good about myself after looking into those hurt, sad-drenched eyes of his? This is just killing me inside, yo.

"Yes, it is." I could barely find my voice. Guilt was eating me alive. Note that this rarely happens. I really care a lot about the boy. Obviously.

"No, it's not! It's all Amelia's fault. She preyed on our kindness to get what she wanted." He started getting upset with me. I'm mad because I don't like his tone of voice. But it's alright. I deserve this. Just this one time.

"Still, if I hadn't gotten involved, if I had kicked that b*tch out like you wanted the day she got involved, our lives' then."

"No." He shut me up and embraced me once more, tighter than before. "Everything happens for a reason. What's done is done." He then wipes away my tears and kisses my lips. Is it wrong that just one kiss from him is all it takes to wash away my trouble? "So stop the crying and stop blaming yourself."

"Look at you telling me what to do," I said a minute later and with a smile.

"I am your boss." He grinned.

"I think you and I know you are much more than that." I pushed him down on the bed and got on top of him, pinning his arms down.

"Really, babe? I'm here sad, and this is what you have on your mind." He sounded as if he were complaining, but the look on his face stated otherwise.

"Humph, as if you have a problem with it."

"Well."

"Well, I can't help myself." I cut him off. "No matter the mood I am in, whenever my body gets this close to yours, it's like all of me comes to life."

"All of you, or just a specific part of you?" He teased, jerking his eyebrow like a damn pervert.

"Speak for yourself." I could feel his erection beneath me pulsating like a turned-on fire hose.

"What? I can't help myself either with you grinding on me like this."

"You mean like this." My lower half started moving in a seductive motion on him. He wanted to free his hands to touch my ass, but I didn't let him.

"Oh, you are so mean, girl," he whined.

"Oh, stop your b*tching." My hands were now pressing against his chest as I grind on top of him.

"Who's b*tching?" His naughty hands were now fondling my ass.

Soon, we could no longer bear teasing each other. Driving each other mad with sexual hormones. Love. We submitted to our carnal desires.

Clothes took off like planes on a runway. Kisses and touching. Moaning and groaning. Bodies all over the room like a bouncing ball. A freaking boomerang.

Temperature rising. Flames burning our minds, bodies, and souls. Combined genitals unravelling the mystery. The true meaning— feelings of absolute pleasure.