COMMITMENT: BWWM ✔️ Book One (Completed)

Commitment: Nia

C H A P T E R 3

That was the longest shift of my fucking life.

My feet hurt so bad it feels like they're dying to be dipped in soaking hot water.

All I wanted to do now was go home, take a nice hot bubble bath and watch some TVD with some wine but once again, for whatever reason god had other plans for me.

My fucking car broke down. At ten at night!

"Fuck!" I yelled out again for like the fifth time while slamming my palms on my wheel. I lived about ten minutes from here and that's only when I'm driving.

My feet and my legs have already gave up on me, I can't walk that far without falling limp but I don't have any money on my card right now so I couldn't catch a Uber or a Lyft.

I have no choice.

Fuck. My. Life.

Groaning loudly, I grab my belongings and began to walk the lonely streets of Boston.

I lean my head back to look at the stars aligning the sky as I take in a deep breath to calm my nerves; arms shivering in my long sleeve button up.

A couple who looked to be in their late forties walks towards me arm in arm, with a bright and loving smile on their faces as they look to one another. They seemed so happy and my heart hurts knowing I will never experience that.

I smiled politely at the couple as they walk past me and they nod in response.

I noticed the women gripping her purse a little tightly as she smiles at me in a odd way, as if she'd thought I would steal from her or something.

I scoff. Racist bitch.

That shit should've been over with a long time ago but I only seemed to have a problem with older folks. I guess they can't seem to let the past go.

Walking further, I put the couple in the back of my mind as I wonder off to think about the man from earlier: not Davi but Apollo.

  There's just something about him that piqued my interest. He's the type of man to change my world in to something more memorable in a toxic way, fun maybe. Not to mention, he's so damn fine but every time I looked at the dark man my mind was screaming run! danger! danger! run away!

I'm not a pussy, I'm not afraid of dangerous men or men with crazy backgrounds; in fact, most of the douchbags I've had relations with in the past we're no good for me. I learned that I can never get jiggy with a nice guy. They're too.. soft too fragile. I like to be man handle and dominated and soft guys can't give that to me.

I don't know, I guess I'm sick. That's probably why relationships never work for me, I like toxic shit and no matter how many times I try to stay away from it I just can't.

I'm an addict for toxic dick, sue me.

Shaking my head of any dirty thoughts that was trying to invade my head, I crossed the street, passing by an ally when my stomach started to turn in my gut.

The moment I walked passed, a loud thud followed by a groaning sound is heard from inside the alleyway and it stops me in my tracks.

I try to mind my business because my momma taught me better than to meddle in someone else's problems but this person seemed to be in really bad pain if the loud screams of agony are any indication.