This is the sequel and trilogy to Heart Ain't a Brain. If you haven't, read that first!
They say don't fall in love, it's a mistake.
The trajectory of one's life can change in the blink of an eye. So what happens when a series of tragic events chan...
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Dominic
You know that dick always been problematic Somehow I'm always caught in your dramatics All in your acrobatics You know I want the static Tell me to throw it backwards
"Dominic!" She exclaimed in a whisper. I could tell she was shocked to see me by the look on her face, but I could also see the gleam of happiness in her eyes to see that I had shown up here. I couldn't help the smirk that played on my lips at her thinking this was about to be a pleasant visit. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly, moving to the side and letting me enter the room.
Apparently, she was making good money from her part of the business because from the look of this room it had to be at least $1000 a night. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the walls overlooking the cityscape that was lit up by the bustle of the city's nightlife. She had a plush king-sized bed that was towards the back of the suite. The sheets were strewn every which way letting me know she had most likely been in bed when I knocked on the door.
"You big money huh?" I mocked, ignoring her previous question as I continued to scan my surroundings. Adjacent to the bed was a comfortable-looking gray sectional adorned with yellow decorative pillows. Mounted on the wall opposite the couch was a 65-inch TV. The room was modern yet homey with the low lighting that she had on, setting the tone of relaxation. "I'm surprised your side nigga not here. Y'all got space and opportunity now. Especially with you living it up at the Hilton." I chuckled drying as I went to sit down on the couch.
"Did you come here to fight with me?" She asked, sighing deeply as she came to sit on the opposite end of the sectional. Scanning her face, I couldn't help but notice how tired she looked. Her eyes weren't as vibrant as I was used to them looking, and I could tell from how red they were she had just finished crying. Her lashes were damp as they clumped together and she had the prettiest pout on her lips as she looked at me. She was so damn beautiful and it was making me angry because I was supposed to be upset with her.
A striped crop top and matching shorts adorned her body, showing off her beautiful skin. She always looked like she was glowing. Her straightened hair was framing her pretty face making me absentmindedly lick my lips at how good she looked with her hair like this. I think it was my favorite way she wore it. That shit made her look so damn good. The contrast of her straightened hair against her skin brought out the unique features of her beauty. My eyes were bouncing between her body and her face like a ping pong ball during an intense match. I could see her lips moving but I wasn't hearing shit.
"Dominic." She spoke softly as her hand gently touched my leg. "Do you hear me speaking to you?" She asked, snapping me out of the daze I had fallen into.
"Nah, what you say?" I asked, slightly shaking my head to clear my thoughts of how good she looked and how desperately I wanted to bend her over this couch.
