"Just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me...Don't know how you gave another who didn't mean a thing the very thing you gave to me"- Beyoncé, "Resentment"
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-TARAJI-
A dainty, butterfly-tattooed hand wrapped around my throat from behind me, French tip acrylics pressing against the subtle veins in my neck as a pair of full, pouty lips painted a soft shade of pink grazed my body glitter-dusted flesh in that same area. I closed my eyes and released a quiet, breathy moan, rolling my head to the side to give Amber better access to her target. Her unoccupied hand cupped my covered womanhood as she sucked on my sweet spot tenderly. It would be a childish, uncouth look to walk into Megan Thee Stallion's Amazon Prime documentary premier party with hickeys on my neck. I gently removed Amber's hands off of me, eliciting an annoyed groan from her. She smacked my ass in retaliation, making me jump and playfully glare at her through the mirror reflection. She pouted juvenilely, slinking her arms around my waist and laying her head on my shoulder. I patted her hair sympathetically, knowing in the back of my mind that I wouldn't be seeing her again until the morning. But she doesn't need to know that. Her big brown doe eyes penetrated the depths of my soul, silently begging me to stay in with her tonight.
Amber: I wish I could come with you.
Taraji: I know, baby. But it's invite only, no plus-ones.
Amber:*mumbles* I would be invited if people knew that we were together.
I let out an exasperated sigh, releasing myself from her hold and turning my back to her as I exited the bathroom, moving through my bedroom, grabbing my diamond Dolce & Gabana clutch in the process. Amber was hot on my heels and I could feel hot waves of agitation rolling off of her petite body. I made a move to go into my closet, but she blocked my path, placing her manicured hands on her tiny waist. I could see a storm of anger brewing in her eyes. This is the exact face she makes right before she picks a pointless fight with me. I don't know how many times we're going to go back and forth about the NDA I made her sign in the beginning of our relationship. I didn't want the whole world to know that I had cheated on my wife- it wouldn't be good for my brand. So I legally bonded Amber into keeping her mouth shut. I don't know why she's so fixated on our relationship going public. It's not enough for her to know that I love her. She feels like the entire universe needs to know that I love her.
Taraji: Amber, don't start this shit again, not tonight. I really don't have time for it.
Amber: You've been divorced for 3 whole years. You're free to love me out loud, out in the open, and you have been for a long time, so what's holding you back?
Taraji: I've told you before how awful it was to have the whole world watching my relationship like a reality tv show when I was still married to Fantasia. The media's fabricated perception of our marriage made our actual problems feel even worse. I don't want to go through that with you. What we have is special, and I don't want anybody touching that. Why doesn't that mean anything to you?
