Natalia paced the floors of Solo's hotel room, waiting for him to make it back from wherever he had been. She knew she should have been left, Shane's words echoed in her mind. Yet, she wouldn't let herself leave.
Stopping in her tracks, she watched as Solo walked into the room with two bags that came from one of her favorite Thai spots.
"This is the last time you're gonna do this." She said, placing one hand on her hip and the other on the table. "I may love you Solo, but I love me too and the way you have been making me feel isn't love. I'm not gonna stand around and let you prove my sister right. Which you're doing an excellent job at by the way." Interrupting her, Solo grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him.
"I apologize, Natalia." He said
"Why weren't you responding to my phone calls and messages?" She asked
"I needed some time to myself, aight?" Sitting in the chair in front of her, he held her hands as she looked down into his soul. She wanted that reason to be enough, she didn't wanna waste anytime with him arguing. But it wasn't enough.
"And you couldn't tell me that? You had to leave me wondering?" She asked.
"Nat, everything ain't as simple for me as it is to you. I be needing time to myself to process shit. And I've been tellin you that for weeks." He replied
"To process what?" She asked
"You!" He replied
Frowning, Natalia took a step back "It's me?" She asked
Shaking his head, disagreeing with her choice of words. He stood back to his feet, resting his hands on her hips he looked down into her angelic face. Her pleading eyes. And although that soft spot he had for her was there, he didn't know if that meant a future for them both. "It's not you." He replied, purposely not saying it was himself either. Not wanting to sound like a cliché. But he meant it, it really wasn't her. And it was him, he wasn't ready for what being in a relationship with her meant. They both were still young, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to her because of him.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice cracking, tears starting to fall.
The sound of her voice breaking apart physically pained him. He never intended to be the cause of her tears, yet in his eyes, that's all he had become. There was a weight on his chest and he just knew if he kept shit going between them he would diappoint her. It was inevitable.
He was youthful, affluent, attractive, and perilous. His reputation was on the rise, which was good for him but bad for them. As much as he loved her there were things about himself she would never understand and because of that and multiple other reasons he had to let her go.
He was finally taking the advice of his cousin but for now he wanted to enjoy her in the moment.
Gently wiping away her tears with his thumb, he lifted her face to his, kissing away the remaining traces of her sadness. He kissed his way down her neck, her eyes closing in pure ecstacy that was the feeling she wanted to have the rest of her life. Him and her, forever. With him making everything painful or hard to face in her life disappear. Natalia was in love with Soloman and she knew he felt the same no matter how much he tried to deny it.
Solo slid her bikini top down until he exposed the likes of her B-Cups. He sat down in the kitchen chair, pulling her between his legs by the little bit of clothing that remained. He slid everything down to her ankles until she was left with nothing but what God gave her.
Licking and kissing his way down her chest and to her navel. Soloman lifted her right leg so that it now rested on his shoulder. Face to face with her pussy he inserted himself tongue first, licking and kissing it front to back. She gripped his locs as he made love to her with his mouth. The warmth and wetness of it causing her to melt on his tongue.
