Saving Him

Chapter 6

Added  a new character 🙃

I'm trying to update twice a week for you all.

I hope you all enjoy this update; excuse my mistakes.

-Tai 💘

--

Kaya

"Have you heard whose back in town?" Robin said as she plopped down next to me on my bed.

"Who?"

"BeJean." She said with a smirk.

My eyes popped open and I jumped up excitingly.

"Oh my god! I missed him!" I smiled.

BeJean was our gay Bestfriend that we grew up with. He went on to Miami to pursue his hair career. He reviewed different types of hair, did celebrities hair and makeup, he was even on a television show for an interview.

"I missed him too-

Robin was cut off by a man walking into my kitchen with his shirt off with boxers on.

He went into my refrigerator and pulled out my bottle of Simply Orange juice and drunk it.

"Hey!" Robin yelled getting his attention.

He shook as he heard her yell not knowing we were in the next room watching him.

He spilled the drink all over himself and my kitchen floor that I just mopped.

"Who the hell are you!?" I yelled getting up to go towards him.

He looked at me then his eyes traveled down to my breast that was pushed up in my sports bra.

Feeling uncomfortable I folded my arm over my chest. "I'm taking to you!" I said trying to get his attention.

"Kaya, leave him alone damn." I heard Rayne say as she walked into my kitchen with a black silky rob. "I told you to stay in the room Jaleel." She said facing him.

I looked at Robin not believing this at all.

"Oh hell no. You have to go!" I yelled at Rayne. "How dare you bring a man into my home and have sex with him in my house."

"You told me this was your house." The guy said turning towards her.

"It's our-

"Bitch don't lie." Robin said coming more into the kitchen.

"Come on Jaleel I don't have time for this." Rayne said grabbing his arm.

I shoved passed them and went into the guest room she was staying in.

It reeked of hot sex and smelled so disgusting.

I grabbed the one suitcase she brought and went into the drawers pulling out her clothes to pack her clothes up for her.

I hate being disrespected.

--

August