Chapter 31

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Me and Kamala didn't speak much after we had sex in the kitchen. We just stayed out of each other way. Just because she fucked the soul out of me doesn't mean I'm just gonna forgive her, but I'll shut up for now. I walked around the grocery store shopping for a few things. I grabbed extra wine just to stock up. I paid for everything then I made my way out of the store.

I drove home smirking from time to time. Kamala knows how to shut me up. Her finger combo go crazy. Like everytime I think about it, I just want more.

I made my way home, I walked in with the groceries and I put them up. The house was silent which was unusual. I walked to the bedroom and I seen Kamala facing the wall talking on the phone. I stood there listening. "Doug.. I can't I'm sorry". My eyes widened, my heart dropped and my breathing sped up. When she mentioned Doug my facial expression changed, I was pissed. Kamala sighs, "we're not together anymore we can't". I stood there not knowing if I should have her end the conversation but I needed more information.

Kamala runs her fingers through her hair. "Whatever we did is in the past now.. I told you let's be friends. I'm not looking forward to trying again with you". I swallow hard just listening to the conversation. My head started to hurt, I felt the sweat from my forehead dripping down. Kamala sighs, "I have somebody I'm talking to.. I just can't.. I don't wanna be sneaky". That's it I'm walking in.

I pushed open the door and I sat down on the bed. Kamala jumped a little and tried to end the call quickly. She turned to me looking flustered. She lets out a nervous smile. "Hey Tiffany". I didn't say anything, I grabbed my laptop and laid in bed. I started typing on my computer ignoring her. I felt her eyes glaring at me. I sighed, "what was that call about?". I totally ignored what she said, I didn't make eye contact my eyes stayed on my computer. Kamala sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"He.. he wanted to get back together.. and I told him we couldn't because I was talking to someone". I stayed silent just nodding as she talked. I sighed, "this wouldn't have happened if you would've told everyone about us".

Kamala got quiet, our eyes met and she glared at me. She seemed like she was pissed. Kamala sighed, "why do you keep throwing that in my face?". She snapped at me raising her eye brow.

"Well for one I wouldn't be bringing it up if you would have kept your word and told the world instead you didn't. So like I said, this whole call wouldn't have happened if our so called relationship was explained to the world". I snapped back at her and I looked back at my computer typing again.

Kamala chuckled a little, "you don't fucking know what it feels to have so much pressure on you, do you?. I am NERVOUS to tell the world which is why I haven't done it. You wanna walk around here with a fucking attitude? How dare you". She snapped back sounding so infuriated. I sighed as I closed my computer getting off of the bed.

I chucked a little, "you know what Kamala. Maybe this relationship isn't gonna work for us, I'm done". I walk out of the bedroom and walk down the hall. Kamala stomps behind me following me. "All you do is walk away, get back here Tiffany". I walk into the living room grabbing my keys and my coat.

Kamala sighs as she grabs my wrist very hard. "Why the fuck do you always gotta walk away from me?. What happened to working things out, hm?". I chuckled a little.

"Kamala. I am so tired of making up then going back to square one. It's exhausting, this relationship needs some work. This relationship cannot go on with the toxic ways". Kamala didn't say anything she just nodded but she sighed. "I understand.. can we just talk it out please?".

I sigh as I look into her eyes, I can see that she's being genuine so I sat my keys down and my coat. Kamala smiled a little as we sat down on the couch together.

Kamala sighed, "Doug.. called and wanted to see if me and him could rekindle. I told them what it was, I told him I was seeing someone". I nodded, my face softened up a little. I sighed, "well.. why did you say you didn't wanna be "sneaky". Kamala swallowed hard as both of her hands slid into her lap. "Because he asked if I could sneak and go out with him and I said no". I nodded, I'm thankful she told the truth. I sighed as I rested my hand on hers. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I got so upset". Kamala slid her hand towards mine and held it. "It's okay baby.. I understand your frustration". I smiled and so did she. We both leaned in and kissed. It felt warm, it felt sincere. In that moment I definitely excepted her apology.

But there was one thing that was bothering me. I sighed, "Kamala". She turned her head and looked at me with a smile. "It's just". Kamala raised her brow and tilted her head a little. I swallowed hard my leg shaking excessively. And the sweat dripping from my forehead. Kamala noticed and pulled me into her arms holding me tight. "Are you okay Tiffany?, what's wrong". Her voice is above a whisper. After the hug she pulled away scooting close placing her hands on my lap.

Tears rolled down my face I began to sniffle a little.

I cleared my throat, "I just.. I just don't want this relationship to end. I love you and I know you know that I love you okay?. But I just want you to understand that I'm only feeling this way because you haven't told the world about us. I may not know how it feels to be in front of a crowd telling them everything. But I just can't sit here and pretend I'm okay when I'm not. If this is something you cannot do then".

Kamala nodded as I held everything back. Kamala started to tear up a little, "let it all out Tiffany". She patted my back as I cried in my lap. Her hand rubbing against my back softly giving me support. I lifted up and I continued. "If this is something you cannot do.. then maybe this relationship isn't right for us".

After I said that it seemed like a pen dropped. Kamala was devastated but also disappointed in herself. I just wanted her to know that what she was doing wasn't right. We can't go on with a private relationship and pretend to the world that it's nothing.

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