WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)

Chapter 61

Anais Jones
"So...where we going now?" I questioned, breaking the DEAD silence in the car.

"Hmm?" Milo murmured, looking over at me in the passengers seat.

"U-um. Wh-where we going now?" I stuttered, repeating my question.

"Oh. This um...this place. I was posed to take Abella but you know how that turned out." He chuckled, answering my question very vaguely.

"Hmm." I nodded. "What place?"

Ignoring my question, Milo and I sat in a few moments of silence before he decided to break it.

"Shiiiit. We finna run outta gas." He huffed, checking the meter.

"There's a gas station up the street. I-I saw it on our way to the hotel."

"Good looks." He smirked, looking over to acknowledge me.

I could feel millions of butterflies in my stomach when he did. Never did I ever think that this man would have me nervous and squirming in my seat. But here we were.

I still couldn't believe what we did last night. It was some of the nastiest shit I've ever done in my entire adult life. Needless to say, I gained a few kinks. And to wake up and not talk about it was tripping me OUT. He'd been acting like everything'd been normal.

And I would've thought he would've said sum about it by now. But nah. It'd been radio silence. That was kinda...crazy.

The flashbacks from last night had me ready fa more. But my pride wouldn't dare let me ask or initiate it. And if I speak up and say sum, I feel like I would sound too thirsty. Beggin fa dick like a crack head begging fa money on the street.

What if it'd been a spur of the moment thing? He was pretty down about Abella at the time. And I was still thinking about the Luca shit and how things were between us. But then again Milo and I were two people, ex's, hurting, horny, and alone at the same time. Something was bound to happen.

Especially given the last few days with all the uncontrollable, spicy dreams. It just created tension for us. As much as we tried to laugh it off and pretend there was nothing there, we ultimately gave into our urges.

But all the things we said to each other during, all the deeply intimate things we'd done to each other...did it mean nothing?

Milo was the, 'talk about it after and discuss what it meant for our relationship' typa nigga. The fact that he hadn't said one thing about it had me curious.

Left me wondering what he was thinking bout. Did he think it'd been a mistake? Did he regret it? Did the nigga just want a quick fuck? Did he think I was just accessible, easy pussy because I was his baby muva?!

All these thoughts had me lookin at him sideways. Made me wanna smack him then kiss him so hard that his lips fell off. I didn't fuckin know! I was confused and OVULATING. Which didn't help our lil situation AT ALL.

"Aight." He mumbled, pulling into the gas station and parking the car in front of pump 3. "Ima be right back. You want sum from the store while I'm gone?"

"U-uh...no. I-it's okay." I smirked, nodding my head.

"Aight. I'll be back in a second, boo."

Boo? New nickname unlocked. So maybe he did actually like me? Maybe it wasn't just a quick fuck. He was just trying to find the words to say to me. That had to be it. Cause wasn't no way.