I Wished You Loved Me

Chapter 6

Please vote and comment telling me what you think. Dymond is now 21 and Marc is 23 years old.

My mind was racing and my feet were pacing. -Vivian Green

4 Years Later . . . .

It was after 3 o'clock when Marc finally decided to bring his dusty ass home.

I was wide awake in our bed, with all the lights turned off in our bedroom. I could never go to sleep if Marc wasn't in bed holding me in his arms.

Marc slowly crept his ass in the room, hoping not to wake me up. But it was too fuckin' late.

I reached over to the night stand an turned on the lamp and sat up in bed. "Where have you been?"

Marc kicked off his jordans and said "You know the answer to that already."

"Naw, nigga I don't". Crossing my arms I added, "You was with some hoe?!"

"Ugh. Here we go again." Marc shook his head and started to take off his clothes.

"Here we go again my ass. Where were you Marc?!" I hopped out of bed ready to beat his ass.

I really don't understand how it all came down to this. When we met he was the man of every girls fantasy. He chose me to be his girl and when we got close we were inseparable. Funny how things change.

I stood in front of him on my tippy toes and smelled his neck for a woman's scent that wasn't mines.

"What the fuck is you doing Dymond?" He jerked his head back looking at me like I was crazy.

But he ain't seen crazy yet.

"Nigga, why do I smell another bitch on you!?"

"I like to give hugs." He replied simply.

I grabbed his dick through his boxers, squeezed it and said, "Fuck with me if you want to. But if I find out you giving my dick away I swear I'll cut it off Marc!"

He tried to push my hand away, but I had a good grip. He knew I was crazy enough to do it too.

I gave one last hard squeeze before I let him go. "Did you forget what today is?"

Marc rubbed his crouch and looked at me confused, "No, I don't, please inform a nigga what today is."

I shook my head and plopped on the bed, "Today is our anniversary, dumb ass!"

He stopped rubbing his crouch area and took a close look at me and realized that I was wearing pink lingerie. "Dang, my fault baby."

"Yea, yo fault nigga!. You need to stop fuckin' up before I leave yo bum ass"

"Yo goofy ass aint going no where." He said waving his hand.

This nigga got the wrong bitch today.

Without a word I went toward the walk in closet and took out my suit case and duffel bag and started stuffing it with clothes.

"What the fuck is doing?" He said looking worried.

"Im leaving yo ass you think im a joke." I started taking off the lingerie to put on some clothes.

When he knew I was serious, he grabbed me and said "I promise im not gone forget shit again. Just don't leave me. Iight?" He bent down and gave me a peck on the lips.

I knew he was giving me false hope, but yall I loved Marc so much, and I hope he stay true to his word.

I was taken out of my thoughts when his damn phone rang. I felt his body tense up and he pulled away from me.

Before he could reach for his phone I quickly grabbed it and ran into the bathroom with it and locked the door.

Marc banged on the door and hoped to God that it was one of his homies calling and not one of his hoes. "Dymond open this fuckin' door!"

"Naw nigga, what do you have to hide? If its real then you would let me look through yo phone." I yelled on the other side of the door and then I answered the ringing phone.

"Hey baby" A female voice said

"Bitch, why is you calling my man!" First he forgets our anniversary, now bitches calling his phone. This nigga got me fucked up forreal.

"Bitch!?" The girl on the other end repeated.

"You heard me the first time bitch, now explain yo self!"

"Excuse you. But maybe if you kept yo man happy he wouldn't be straying!"

Before I could reply, the bitch hung up.

I unlocked the door and came face to face with marc ready to slap his ass.

"The hell is yo problem yo!"

I mushed him in the head hard, "Yo cheating ass is my problem!"

"You don't be putting yo hands on me!"

"Fuck you nigga!" I threw his new galaxy 4 across the room, and we both watched it fall to the floor in crack.

I continued, "Why is bitches calling yo phone!"

"I don't know, maybe she had the wrong number!" He was lying through his teeth and he thought I was stupid.

"You such a liar Marc. Im gone leave yo ass, and when I leave, you gone regret the day you cheated on me. Im so tired of this bull shit!"

I began to cry and put on my jogging pants and blue white tee.

Marc's expression changed when he saw the hurt in my eyes.

"Look, baby im sorry alright. It was a mistake. I'm not gone do it again."

I looked up side his head like I wanted to hit him again.

"Really? And you expect me to believe that!"

"Yes." He smirked and came up to me and started to take my clothes off.

"Stop Marc, im not in the mood."

He ignored me and laid me on the bed and pulled my panties down and went to work.

"No. Marc, plea-- s-- stop..." I couldn't even get my words out.

He hit my spot and I screamed,

"Oh shit, yessss baby. Eat this pussy."

He stopped what he was doing and said, "Do you accept my apology."

"I don't know yet." I said wanting him to continue.

He got up from his knees and wiped his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not gone finish till you accept my apology."

This nigga was really serious.

"Ok, I accept your apology." I open my legs and pointed to my merchandise.

Yea, I know I fell for his trick. But yall females would too if yo man gave some bomb ass head and had a big d***. That night we had the best make up sex we've had in a while.