If I Ain't Got You

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Baby you don't pay me no mind
You act like you don't love me no more
Maybe you need space or some time
Your attitude is unpredictable
And I don't wanna make you unhappy
If you're not happy, then you're free to go on
Cause I don't want you staying around
If I make you so miserable
If you don't want me, then don't talk to me
(Don't want me then don't talk to me)
Go ahead and free yourself
(Go ahead and free yourself)
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(Don't want me then don't talk to me)
Go ahead to someone else
(Goo ahead to someone else
: Free Yourself by Fantasia

             Kyren P.O.V.
       "Layla!" I yelled as I walked into her house. I had called her when I left Mel's house and she told me to come over so we could talk about it. I ain't wanna talk about that shit, but I wanted to see my baby.

         "Upstairs!" She yelled. I headed up the stairs. She was home alone as usual. I went into her room and dived on her bed. She was in her bathroom probably showering. I hummed along to Tyrese browsing through the channels on tv.

         "These are the signs of love making. Are you that zodiac freak I've been looking for? Girl you're sending me." Suddenly the song changed to Virgin by Chico Debarge.

        Layla stepped out of the bathroom in some skimpy lingerie. "Where are your clothes?" I asked.

      "On my body," she shrugged. "Would you like to remove them?" She asked seductively.

       "No mam," I replied. She strutted towards me climbing onto my lap.

       "Sing me a song and I'll sing you one," she replied.

       "Put some clothes on first," I said moving her off of my lap.

       "What?" She asked.

       "Put some clothes on," I repeated. She rolled her eyes grabbing her robe. She tied it up and sat on the bed criss cross. "Stand up." She frowned standing up. I stood up with her. I turned her so her back was against me.

         "I'm about to sing you a song and I need you to sway to the beat of my voice, okay?" She nodded tensing against me.

        "The itsy-bitsy spider went up the-" She turned around and hit me.

      "Fucking idiot," she rolled her eyes. I chuckled. Then she sat on the bed with her arms folded. Tears formed in her eyes.

      "What's wrong?" I asked.

       "You don't appreciate me. That's what's wrong. I ordered this damn baby doll, had music playing, lit candles, and all just to set the mood for me and you. And you come in here and make a mockery of it. I did this just to make you feel better," she sighed wiping her tears. I moved her hands.

         "Stop crying Layla," I said wiping her tears for her. "Look sex wouldn't have made me feel better especially since I don't wanna have sex with you," I explained.