𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

Love Sick

Koryn paced the floor back and forth as she attempted to call Aaron's phone again for the umpteenth time. This has become her new routine lately because it seemed like he had been screening her calls. At first she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt due to him being a married man and all. She knew that meant he wouldn't be available sometimes. In the past she understood that and played her role. She was the type of side-chick that most men dreamed of. In fact if there was an award for the shit Koryn was sure she'd have a room full of trophies.

She lived by a code, one she'd made up years ago. Rule number one was to never under any circumstances catch feelings for a mark. She was there for a fun time, not a long time. Rule number two was to always keep it "P " which didn't have the same meaning as others used the term for. To her it meant keeping all interactions about pleasure and paper because that was the real goal in her line of work. Koryn never cared enough to expose men and interrupt their so-called happy homes. Only stupid bitches did that. So, she was always on her best behavior. She kept her mouth shut and the men were very pleased. As a result they kept the paper rolling in. That is until she met Aaron Wright.

Koryn fell head over heels for that man. It happened so fast she didn't have time to stop it. Now she was breaking all of her rules. She didn't give a damn about his wife. He was her man. Or at least that's what she told herself. So, after a few days without receiving so much as a text message from him, she knew something was up. She wanted to know why he had ghosted her all of a sudden. Especially since things have been good between them. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. She heard the voice messaging system kick on again and instantly became irritated. " This will be my last time too. I'm threw chasing this nigga" She thought to herself. "

Feeling defeated, She decided to leave a voicemail.

"So, you're just gonna keep ignoring me?" She asked rhetorically "Never took you to be the fuck boy type, Aaron. If you're done with me be a man and tell me so I can move the fuck on. You at least owe me that much" She snarled before pressing send and plopping down on the love seat in her living room. She didn't know why she'd bothered leaving messages in the first place. It was a strong possibility that he wasn't listening to them anyway. She was almost certain that he had been deleting every one of them. The fact that she was still able to send more confirmed her suspicion.

Tears streamed down her face creating a small puddle around the neckline of her loose t-shirt. Her emotions were all over the place. Just moments ago she swore she was done. It didn't take long for her mind to change. Within seconds she was calling his line again. S couldn't believe this had become her life. This nigga had her begging more than Keith sweat and Jodeci put together. Two years ago she would have told him to go fuck himself and moved on with her life. No, the old her would have moved on a long time ago but she had fallen in love. It wouldn't be as easy to cut ties now. She began thinking maybe this was her karma for how she'd been moving over the years. Maybe the same thing she's done to many men before was now happening to her.

" Ugh "she screamed out of frustration as she tossed the phone down next to her.