Ranked #7 in Toxic
#3 in BWWM
#20 in dark romance
Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called...
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Jamal
A/N: this is my first and only time I will be doing this..
It's just getting started so I'm only going to say this ONCE....
Mature Warning Ahead ⚠️ .
By the time we arrived to her apartment complex she was a swaying mess and my head was foggy and light. I'm still conscious enough to know what's about to happened.
I fantasized about this moment so many times in my head I didn't know how to act. One thing I do know was that she was going to feel just how angry she made me by blocking my number and coming to some club to get fucked by a little ass boy. The nerve of her, really.
It took everything in me not to fucking kill him right there on the spot but I have to play it off like it didn't bother me: like I wasn't watching her the minute she walked through the club doors.
And she thought she could just block me? Think again.
When she was to busy trying to stay awake during the car ride, I grabbed her phone and unblocked my number.
It's not like she'll notice anyway. Babygirl is a clueless, dumb minded, girl.
She unlocked her doors and I let her go in first. When I'm fully inside I close the door and locked it behind me while watching her every move.
She looks around her place like she's waiting for someone to jump out and say surprise. I hid my laughter knowing she's doing this because I've been coming into her home a lot lately and leaving shit differently so she knows that I was there. She's paranoid but doesn't want to admit it.
When she feels the coast is clear, she sighs in relief before grabbing my hand and dragging me to her bedroom. I pretended to look around her place and admire her decorations like I haven't been here before. "Nice place." I said, staring at the necklace I stashed in her dresser. It's a simple silver necklace with a small emerald stone in the center: her birth stone.
"Thanks."
"It's tidy."
"Not my doing," she muttered. She caught herself when she heard what she said and clarified. "What I mean is, I have this .. weird shit going on with this guy. He likes to.... How do I put this? Clean my home and then leave?" She explains with uncertainness.
