Until I See You Again

Chapter Four.

Got good pussy girl, can I be frank. To keep it 100 girl, I ain't no saint -Bryson Tiller, Don't ♣

-Cordyn in the MM ♣

Genai,

He pulled his pants up, putting on his shirt. I laid in the bed, biting my lip as I sat up.

"Now, I'm late for work" I huffed

"Yeah, I know" He smirked, climbing beside me "Aw, c'mon, stop poutin'. You was the one who started it because I left ya hangin', ma"

"Whatever, Cordyn. I'mma call Keona to bring me some clothes. Your joggers are tight on me" I said, mushing his face away. I was surprised I could get them past my thighs, but them shits were suffocating my legs

I texted Keona instead, telling her to bring me some clothes to Cordyn's apartment. She didn't need the address because Marcel is gonna drive her here.

"They looked fine to me" He shrugged, glancing my way

Rolling my eyes, I got out the bed, bringing the covers with me. He stayed on the bed, scrolling through his phone. I walked to the bathroom, dropping the thin sheets outside the door. Walking to the shower, I grabbed the washcloth I had used before and turned the shower on.

After about 10 minutes, I was out and dried myself off with a white towel. Someone knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"Keona's here," Cordyn said "Here" His arm inched in the door, a pair of jeans a gray shirt, as well as a sports bra and boyshorts in his hand

"Thank you" I smiled, taking them from his hold

"Ya welcome, beautiful"

I blushed, closing the door shut. I put on some lotion that was from a hotel. Cordyn told me it was Marcel who stole it and I decided to use it, since it smelled good.

Putting on my clothes, I fluffed out my semi damp, curly hair. Walking out, I ran into Keona.

"Girl, how come that bed all messy and ain't made up?" She smirked, nudging my arm "Y'all some freaks, forreal"

I shooed her off, "I lost my phone. That's why it's all mess up, NaNa"

"Mhm, but everything else is all clean?" She raised her eyebrow. I flared my nose "Got dat ass, muh"

I laughed, walking back into the bedroom to put on my shoes. Grabbing my phone from off the floor and my purse, I walked back out.

"So, how's Marcel?"I asked

"Ooh, that sexy piece of caramel candy is just- lord" She fanned herself "Had me cryin' at all the right moments"

"Wait... Y'all fucked?" I furrowed my eyebrows together

"Yeah. He's really sweet" She smiled "But I don't know. He seems like that kind of guy, ya feel?"

"What kind of guy am I, sweetheart?" Marcel appeared from behind her

She turned around, "Oh, um, nevermind- hey, who wants some juice?"

She quickly walked around him, wandering off. I snickered, putting my hands in my back pockets.

"What she say 'bout me?" He frowned, sipping out his water bottle

"You gotta talk to her about that" I laughed

"But," He smacked his lips "What if she difficult?"

"Oh trust me, she's not" I grinned, patting his shoulder as I stood on my tippy toes