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Hollywood 2 months later
I'd been on vacation for a long time now after the incident in the club happened.
I just called in and took more of my sick leave since I had so much of it because I never called in.
I felt like me and Kris were slowly getting to understand each other much more than before.
I fell back a bit to make sure I'm the one that he needs loving him.
I wanted to be fair since he claimed to do the same.
That way when we did make it official there wouldn't be anything stopping us from each loving each other correctly.
Walking down the Hollywood walk of fame I looked for Mohammad Ali.
Growing up I used to always look up to him because that was who my father looked up to.
It was hard being a Muslim in America. But that wasn't even as bad as being Black and a Muslim.
Looking on the wall next to the stars on the walk way I found his name.
Smiling at the star, I took out my phone to take a picture, only to be bumped by an individual.
"Goddd I'm so sorry ma'am." A woman said walking alongside a muscular male before making eye contact with me.
Noticing the stripper from Kris's office at the club, I looked over to see her with a light skinned man who was plastered in tattoos.
"Oh my goodness, I never got the chance to ask you if everything was okay opening night!" She exclaimed instead of asked.
"Yes I'm fine, thanks for asking." And with that I turned around and continued to my picture.
I hate to say it but that night she came into Kris's office, energy shifted a lot and I'm not too big on funny acting women, especially not when it's over a man who's penis I sit on unprotected.
Looking back again I noticed her eyeing me up and down before rolling her eyes. I thought she was an extremely gorgeous individual, but why was she acting weird?
Walking back down the road my phone began to buzz.
Looking at the screen I noticed that it was Kris.
After the incident at the club, he wouldn't let me breathe anymore. He claimed that he wasn't overprotective but this is exactly what I saw from him before we even began messing around.
"Good morning." I spoke smiling in the camera.
"Good morning baby girl, how you feeling?" He asked me propping his phone up while he laid in the bed.
"Better, a lot better... Thanks for asking." I smiled feeling warmness take over my body. I was so thankful to have him as a friend.
"That's good! When all of this blows over ima have you somewhere bend over a balcony tearing them insides up!" He laughed staring at me.
"Why are you so sexually attracted to me Kris?"
"I wouldn't say sexual attraction, it's just femininity." He smiled.
"What about my femininity?" I asked.
"I love a feminine woman, I love the way they walk, the way they talk, how well they keep up their hygiene and most of all their maturity." He stated continuing to stare at me.
"Kris it's not polite to stare."
"And it's not polite to leave and go to Hollywood and a nigga gotta get security to track you down just to make sure you're safe."
I sighed.
"I just wanted to walk a bit and clear my head, I'm heading home once I leave here and if you'd like to spend the night or chill with me there you can." I told him.
"Why so I can keep nutting in you and wondering where my babies going? He asked.
My breathing became trapped in my throat, I hadn't had a period since I've been having links with Kris.
So the thought of a baby scared me.
"That's the last thing you need right now, especially with you not knowing how to channel your emotions correctly. A baby would only confuse you." I stepped into my car pushing the start up button.
"My emotions are channeled."
"Yeah if they were you wouldn't be out here sleeping with and using women as a distraction, and overreacting whenever someone tells you that you need help." I told him.
Pulling off I headed towards my home, it felt good to be checked on.
