Delusional Love (Trey Songz, Carmelo Anthony, Bria Murphy Love Story)

Shot For Me

Dante

A Few Days Later

"What the fuck you mean the baby ain't mine?" I asked

"Like I said. You are not the father of my baby."

"So that nigga can. Why you doing this to me woman. I feel different when I'm around you."

"You act like it's my fault you aren't the father."

"It is. Maybe if you would of quit fucking around with that nigga, this wouldn't be a problem." I shouted

"I don't even want to have a child and if anything, I sure as hell don't want one with you. I'm with Taj, me and you will never be together." She grabbed her things and left

I really was hoping the baby would be mine. I ran out the door and chased after her, luckily these elevators take forever cause she was still standing there.

"Roc, come here." I called out

"Leave me alone. I don't want nothing to do with you." She barked

"Look, I'm sorry. Atleast hear me out." I turned her to face me

"Hear you about what? We're not together. You don't owe me no explanation, just like I don't owe you a damn thing."

"Shut up." I said

"Fuck you." She said hitting me. As I smashed my lips onto hers, she slowly but soon enough stopped hitting me.

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Raquel

"I love you and I'll do anything to be with you." Dante said as he was inside me up against the wall

How do I constantly keep falling in the same cycle with him? It's like no way of escaping him. I feel like I'm the prey and he's the predator, watching my every move just to get me. It gets annoying that I can't stop it. And Taj. If only he knew that his fiancé was cheating on him with his boss. Guilt over took my body as I reached my climax, snapping me back to where I was.

"I love you Roc and I mean it." He kissed me

This is so wrong. How can I be with Dante and go home to Taj like I ain't just get my guts beat out of me. I don't see how Taj could love me. How dirty I am, I know my Grandmother is turning in her grave right now, disgusted of what her only grandchild does on an evdryday basis. Cheats on her fiancé with a man she has no feelings for. No commitment or nothing. I got dressed, grabbed my things and headed to the dance studio. Noah was there. He looked like he just got done with a class.

"There you are. I was wondering when you'd come back. What took you so long?" He asked

"I was feeling a little sick on lunch so I went home to rest."

"Well, I had to take your class. You can thank me later for being a great friend." He laughed, "Wade and I are throwing a party tonight. Why don't you and Taj come hang?"

"I don't know."

"Girl, it'll be normal. I know Taj, me and Wade have straight friends."

"It's not that but I'll see."

"Okay. You let me know if you coming or not." He said

"I will."

"Now I gotta go get my hair did."

"What is it this time?"

"Same thing. Highlights on the tip."

Noah has a curly afro and is very conceited with his hair.

"Okay. Well be careful. You know how Wade feels about your stylist."

"Who? Ricky? Ricky is only a friend. We would never be able to hit it off like that." He waved me off

"Just be careful." I said

"Girl, you be careful. You with child and you gotta be home in like 4 hours."

"Not even, plus Taj is picking me up."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you."

The guilt overtook my body as my previous activity filled my mind. How active he is with his hands. The way he pleasures me. All that left when there was a knock on thr door.

"Hey babe. You ready?" Taj asked

"Yeah. Let me get my coat on."

"Well, we got a little time, how about we get a little in." He kissed on me

"I-I. Oh lawd." I shouted out as he nibbled on my spot

"Come on." He led me to the back, kissing on every part of visible skin he saw, then moving to my lips. Kissing me aggressively as he stripped me out my clothes. I unbuttoned his shirt as he unbuckled his pants. I wanted him to take off his jacket and shirt but he wasn't down for that. I put my hand up his tank top and then felt his presence at my entrance. Here comes that guilt again, but that didn't last long as Taj was inside me giving me the pleasure I love.

"It's okay to scream baby." Taj said to me as he sped up pace putting all he had into me. He is a different person in this category. He loves to take his time and give me pleasure and love than just beat it up like Dante. Why am I comparing my man to another man I'm sleeping around with? Guilt overcame me again but left as I reached my climax.

"You be tryna work a brother." Taj laughed as he kissed me passionately. "Let's get to this house for our movie night.

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Damn Raquel comparing the two. All I gotta say is, Rough sex saying I love ya but to kiss em you saying you mean that. Oh Wale.!

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