Hoe (Kelly Oubre Jr. Story)

SIX Feet Under

Kelly and Naomi on top, Dylan and Chris on the bottom

• Kelly •

I took a deep breath before opening my eyes and feeling the empty sheets next to me.

"'Omi!" I shouted.

I sat up hearing nothing in return.

"Naomi!"

I got out the bed, looking into the bathroom and out into the blank living room and kitchen.

I grabbed my phone out my pocket and scrolled past the notifications on the lock screen until I saw her name.

Naomi: I'm sorry

Before I could reply Anaya started calling so I declined it and as I was typing, she called back.

"Fuck you want Anaya?" I put the phone to my ear and she was quiet.

"Should I hang up and call again? Because ion know who the hell you talking to,"

"Get to the point," I sat on the thick comforter.

"You, me and this attitude aren't gonna work."

"It don't got to. We not together." I said and she gasped.

"Okay, I don't know what the town's pussy been putting in your head but just cause you can talk to her like shit don't mean you can do that to me."

I hung up, annoyed and not feeling like putting up with her ass. I hadn't fucked her in like a month anyway, so there ain't much to say.

I put the top of my phone to my mouth, contemplating for a second before shrugging and calling Naomi.

~ Naomi ~

He finally came and I winced as he flipped a hard slap on my ass before taking the handcuffs off me.

I brung my indented wrists from behind my back to my head and taking the putrid gag from my mouth and tossing it wherever.

I got from off my stomach on the bed and rubbed my sore, clammy hands as Chris walked out the room.

I heard a consistent vibrate and walked to the bed side table that my phone sat on and grabbed it.

"Hello?" I answered nervously.

"Where you at? I was thinking I know this girl ain't one night stand my ass," he laughed.

A small giggle left my mouth as I played with a lock of my afro shaped hair.

"I didn't mean to just dip like that, I'm sorry. I'm in Miami."

"Why?" he asked and by his tone I could tell he was confused.

"Look, I haven't been completely honest with you." I sighed.

"Please don't tell me you a nigga,"

"What? No."

"Oh my bad. Cause you know you got that deep ass voice."

"Fuck you," I laughed with him.

"You know I want to. That thang was the bomb."

"Ditto," I blushed, feeling the apples of my cheeks warm.

"But what didn't you tell me?" he reminded me the subject we were on.

"I uhh used to trap."