Chapter 4:

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When I woke up, I saw Chris asleep. I put back on the clothes from last night. With the slightest movement, my thighs sent a painful sensation through me. I got up anyway, got my phone, and limped myself downstairs to the kitchen.

While I was making pancakes, hashbrowns, eggs, bacon, and sausage, I called my oldest sister Brooke and put her on speaker.

"Hey, momma. What you been up too?"

"I was upset last night, so we had sex."

"What was wrong?"

"Hakeem was angry because of what happened on stage. He told me that it was over, then told me that Brenda and he was fucking when we were together."

"We told you something was off with him. Are you OK?"

"No. My legs are killing me."

Brooke laughed. "He must've went down on you then."

"Yeah. He didn't want to, but I wanted it and started driving him CRAZY. We're together, now."

"No y'all not, quit lying!"

"Yes we are," Chris said out of nowhere.

I turned around and saw him walking up behind me.

"Brooke, I'll talk to you later. The punk just woke up. Tell the kids I said "Hey" (She had 2 kids, Allan and Angela).

"OK and don't forget about your pill. You don't want 3 kids in one night."

"Hahaha. OK Brooke, Bye."

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"You killed me last night. Can you please get the plates? My legs are gone!"

He laughed. "I told you don't do it."

"You're the one who lost control. Can you carry me upstairs?" I said grabbing the plates.

He picked me up and carried me to the couch, instead.

We were eating and watching cartoons together.

When we were done, he said,"I have to leave for Chicago, Detroit, Miami, then to Raleigh."

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know."

"Are you coming back?"

He didn't answer.

"You knew this the whole damn time?!"

"DON'T FUCKING CUSS AT ME!"

"DON'T DO LOW DOWN SHIT THEN! YOU KNEW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAS DOING!!"

"I DIDN'T EVEN WANNA FUCK! THAT WAS YO DAMN SOLUTION! I TOLD YO ASS TO STOP! YOU DIDN'T WANNA! DON'T GET AT ME WITH THAT SHIT!"

I tried to get up and storm off upstairs, but I forgot that I was sore and fell to the ground. He laughed uncontrollably and helped me up.

"Are we still together?"

He was still laughing when he kissed me, said yeah, and carried me in his arms upstairs.

"Chris, how are we gonna work?"

"Come with me."

"I have school."

"Where? and to be what?" He said, putting me down.

"OB/GYN at UCLA.

"See if you can switch to online classes."

"When you leaving? "

"Tomorrow. "

"SHIT, CHRIS!"

He smacked my ass hard, causing me to fall on the bed. "Stop fucking cussing. You too pretty for that."

I got up and pushed him. He pushed me back and I surprisingly caught my balance. "CHRIS! FUCK YOU!"

By now, we were kissing, HARD. He held me tight and wouldn't let me go.

"You're gonna learn your lesson," he said aggressively as he pulled me into the bathroom.

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