Her Vice

(20): Flings.

His arm was wrapped around my torso firmly and his warm breath fanned on the back of my neck, I couldn't help the tears that ran down my cheeks. He shifted quickly on his back releasing myself from his grip. I rushed to the bathroom, turning the shower on and sobbed hard. Until the point where my body was shaking. I pulled myself together shortly after and went about my hygiene. Once I got out of the shower he came in with his dick swinging between his legs and sleep all over his face. He gave me a side glance before pissing, I left after lathering my body in lotion. I threw on jeans and a loose fitting tee before he came out with a twisted expression, "Where you going?"
"I have a doctors appointment." He nodded slowly before circling around me.
"Bette be," I rolled my eyes.
"You don't trust me? What you wanna do follow me there?" He gripped my throat and glared down at me. I became silent quickly.
"Fuck is you talking to? I swear I'll rock ya shit don't mess with me, now go to ya lil appointment." He released me roughly before walking out to the living room. I peaked around the corner to see that he was setting ingredients on the counter. I rushed to stuff s few clothes in my bag and other necessities before making my way out. "Love you!" He said before I got out the door. I scrunched my face up and turned back to him waiting for my response.
"Love you too," I smiled softly, making my way out.

Waiting in the doctors office was nerve wrecking,"Everything seems good, you're healthy but..." She glanced over her clipboard at me.
"But what?" My heart started pounding rapidly, I wasn't in the mindset for anything to set me back.
"You're pregnant. Two months along to be exact," My mind began racing before I glanced down at the tile. My eyes fogging up before they all spilled out. I held my head and sighed softly, "No." I mumbled. Grabbing my bag and leaving out. This is the last thing I needed on my plate. A baby.

I made a B line to the clinic, "What the fuck? What the fuck?" I sighed shakily and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

***

I ended up at a hotel, no way in hell I was going back to that damn house. With Rakim just comfortable on my couch. I just needed to relieve myself from the stress awhile. Laying in bed watching the news my phone rung, it was Carlito.
"Hey," I smiled softly.
"Hey, I was wondering if you were hungry?"
"Always." He chuckled.
"Well, you want me to pick you up from ya place and get Chinese or something?"
"How about I meet you? Just lemme know where."
"Okay, see you in an hour or so."
"Yeah see you then," I smiled. He hung up and I laced my fingers tightly,

"Lord please don't let this one be a fuckboy."

I pulled up to the place that Carlito told me to meet him at and found him waiting for me outside,"Hey!" I enthusiastically said. He smiled widely and brought me into a tight hug.
"What's up?"
"Not much," he opened the door for me. I felt his eyes fall on my glass before we were seated and asked out beverages.
"I fucking love Chinese!" I said once I got my food. "Then again I love all food." I hunched my shoulders making him chuckle.
"So cute!" I blushed and playfully rolled my eyes.
"So, how are you single? Legit your perfect."
"Who said I was?" I frowned. "I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you. I think it's just not too many girls benefit me like I need them too, so why waste my time?" He shrugged. I nodded feeling him.
"Understood."
"But I'm far from perfect, ma." My eyes widen slightly.
"Wait, I need to be worried or something?"
"Nah, nah. It's all good," he winked making me smile softly. I titled my head looking at him. "So why you single?"
"Think it had to do with me being a stripper." I shrugged. "Then again I'm just a fucked up being," I sighed.
"Ain't shit wrong with none of that, I'm just glad all the other motherfuckers fucked up giving me a chance."
"You trying to make me as red as a tomato?" I turned my head again.
"Ion know, maybe." He smirked. "Here, try this. Shit good as fuck." He held a piece of sushi on his chopsticks. I leaned forward and bit into it slowly glancing up at him, moaning softly and nodding. He held his hand up still staring at me with an open mouth, I shut his mouth. "We don't want flies to get in there, now do we?" He chuckled and licked over his lips.

We end up talking for hours even after we ate, the restaurant was closing and we were the only ones still there. "Oh shit, it's like eleven." He chuckled.

"I didn't even notice." I shook my head and grabbing my wallet.
"What you doing?" He asked as he set the money on the table for the bill.
"Paying." He smirked slowly.
"Nah, I got it covered."
"Why can't I pay? At least the tip." He shook his head, standing and stretching.
"Food coma," he groaned and waited for me to stand. He grabbed my hand making me grow butterflies on the inside.

He walked me to my car before kissing my cheek, I grabbed his face to kiss his lips. His hands gripped my waist and brought me closer to him. "Thank you I had fun." I pulled away looking at him once more before pecking his lips. They were soft.

"No doubt, we should set something up again."
"Definitely." I smiled.