CHAPTER 21. RAGE

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I was throwing my bags into the trunk of my car. I was so heated at Malachi, i just wanted to destroy this entire house. "Where do you think your going ?!" Malachi screamed from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Malachi getting out of his car. How the fuck did he get back so quick. I thought to myself. "Away from you Malachi. Your a cheater and a liar. You said you was taking care business and making money, but you out there fucking another bitch!"

 i shoved Malachi in the chest. "Brook i'll call you later. I'm gone crash at a hotel." Ta'jaeh announced as she got in to a cab. I didn't pay her any attention. "GET IN THE HOUSE BROOKLYN YOU MAKING A DAMN SCENE!" Malachi shouted. I couldn't give two fucks about the neighbors at this point. "I'm not staying with a liar and a cheater. I cant believe you!" Malachi ran his hand over his face in frustration but i couldn't  care. "B can we just talk in the house please." "No tell me who she is now." i demanded.
"She is just a hoe that's all i swear. She slang dope from time to time for me . Nobody gone expect a bitch to be putting niggas to rest. i'm with you B, i love you i would never cheat on you. Now come in the house please." "OOHH so you got another Brook?? Is that what im hearing ?? No i am leaving your ass. And i don't believe that bullshit ass story" Malachi charged
over to me and picked me up taking me back into the house. i kicked and punched as much as i could in the bear hug Malachi had me in. "Let me go!" i screamed. Malachi put me down and pulled me into his lips. I tried to fight it but after no time i found myself giving into his kisses.

 Malachi was grabbing tight on my waist and began to lift up my shirt. He carried me up the stairs to the bedroom. He unsnapped my jeans and bra. He was kissing on my neck and rubbing my nipples gently and carefully. I could feel him entering inside of me, his sweat was dripping off of his chest on to mine.
I admired my named tattooed on his neck. The smell of his black $200 Polo cologne. He began going deeper and deeper that made me let out a loud moan. "Ohh My
God Malachi I Love You." Now i know the neighbors no Malachi's name.

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