Unfazed

Seven

We pulled up at his house that looked astonishing. His house was in the heart of Inglewood in a somewhat quiet neighborhood. His parents must have mad cash. Julian pulled in the garage that already had two cars in it.

"Damn, how many cars you have?," I asked astonished. He licked his sexy lips of his.

"I only have one and my dad has two" he chuckled.

I giggled as he felt on my thigh. He led me inside the house where a large living room was on display.

"My dad is on a business trip so, we don't have to worry about any interruptions," he said as he took me upstairs.

"And who said that you're going to get some?," I asked.

His room was like the size of a basement. A 70" TV hung on the wall that was surrounded by framed basketball jerseys. I had to admit he had great taste.

He laid on his double king bed that had a black and gold, satin sheet set. He stripped his shirt off, revealing his many amount of tattoos on his torso, arms and back. "Who let you get all these tattoos?," I curiously asked staring at his upper half.

I was mesmerized at his sex appeal. He made me feel a way I've never felt before.

"I had money for 'em so I got 'em. But this one right here because my mom died after she had me," he explained while pointing at the one on his forearm.

"I had to live with my grandma while my dad was out doing his thing." I listened to his cold yet relatable story until he made his way towards me and sat down.

He laid on his back and motioned for me to come to him. I nodded my head and crawled farther on the bed.

"Why you keep playing with me? Why won't you let me taste you," He asked in a low sultry tone. My breath hitched as I felt his arms wrapped around me and felt him planting kisses on my neck.

"Julian, please st-stop," I moaned. Damn it, hormones! He started laughing and licking his plump pink lips.

"Look at you. You can barely even speak. Imagine what will happen will you get the real thing," he started peeling off my fish net cover-up. He pulled me on top of him and starting giving quick pecks on my lips.

"Answer me on this, Loyalty," he demanded as he stuck his hand in my bottoms. A gasp escaped my lips as he started to tease me with his middle finger.

"Mhm," I hummed throwing my head back in ecstasy and bliss.

"Do you want me to stop?," he interrogated.
He continued to do what he was doing and started kissing my neck.

"Baby! Please! Don't stop! I'm so c-close! Julian!," I screamed out gripping on his forearm but I didn't dare remove his hand.

"Answer me! Loyalty!," he challenged going faster.

"No!!!," I cried out before I felt a knot in my stomach. Tears started slipping out my eyes as emotion and pleasure took over me.

He held me close as his hands wandered my body. "You wanna talk about it?," He questioned. I scrunched up my face wandering what he was talking about. I looked up at him trying to find a sign of him joking but all he did was stare into my irises.

"Tell me why you are so distant? What is bothering you?"

I was a little hesitant but I decided to confess. I couldn't hide it anymore. I'm done covering up my feelings over that tragedy and its time someone knows.

"My mom's boyfriend used to come in my room and rape me. That stupid man used to force me to give him oral sex and then he would try to give it to me. He beat me and he got me pregnant. The bastard gave me $300 for the abortion. He said "Go and fix it before I tell your mom a story." Knowing my mom she would believe it. I took the money because I couldn't explain how I got pregnant without snitching. He threated to kill me and everything! He threatened to kill me," I let the tears slip out of my eyes streaming down my face.

"Look at me, LoLo," he demanded.
I exhaled and did what he said.

"Loyalty, I like you a lot. You don't have to worry about me judging you. I-"

"Stop trying to feel sorry for me. The last thing I need is someone show any sympathy for me! I get it was my fault!," I yelled at him. He looked down at the floor, poking his cheek with his tongue. I opened my mouth to apologize but no words came out.

He flipped me over on my back and looked me in my eyes. "I. Love. You. Loyalty," he whispered in between kisses confessing his true feelings. My heart dropped when he uttered those words.

"You do?"

He chuckled nodding his head. I tried to say it back but I couldn't. Love was a foreign language.

"You ain't got to say it back. I know where your heart stands," he whispered holding me a little closer.

"I know where it stands," he repeated.