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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Raya
Jamal gave me the best fuck of my life and now I want more.
I worked up the courage to ask for his number because I didn't want to stop seeing him. I don't want him to be a one night stand because he turned me into an addict for his dick.
For the past week we've been texting back and forth. And every time I wanted to ask him to come over again but I just couldn't. It was like my brain would freeze up and clock out leaving me on my own.
It's just that I wasn't sure where his head was at with this. Did he want to do it again? Did he even enjoy it? Because right after he fucked my brains out, he cleaned me up, put on his clothes and left without another word. I honestly don't know how to feel about it all.
Then there's this stalker situation. It's still happening.
He stills sends me followers and leaves an envelope on my counter. My house still remains clean if I forget to do it myself and I'm always getting the feeling that I'm being watched.
What has me on edge is that I know for a fact that he has cameras in my house which means he'd seen Jamal coming in and leaving out of my bedroom a few hours later but he has yet to say anything to me about it. Should I be worried? I think I'm worried.
It's Saturday so that means no classes nor work for me today. I tried calling Ivory to see if she wanted to hang out today but for some reason she hasn't been responding quick enough. I feel like she's avoiding me for some reason or her personal life has really been taking a toll on her. Either way, I'm hurt because she doesn't feel like we're close enough to tell me what's going on with her.
And since Jamal said he'd be at work all day, I had no one to talk to and I was once again left alone and bored. I spent my day cleaning, doing my hair care routine since I took out my braids and shopping for new clothes online. I spent about six hours doing this so when I was done it was alright dark out.
I was tired and decided on taking a nap. I was sleeping soundly when I heard the knob on my door jiggling.
I jilted up from my slumber and stared wide eyed at the door. Banging noises and muffled voices filled my ears and my heart hammered in my chest.
Someone's trying to break into my apartment. Again.
Afraid, I muted my tv and made a beeline for my bedroom. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text. I know it was dumb of me especially since I could've called Jamal but he was the first person I thought about. He saved me before so he can hopefully save me again.
