Best Bitches

XV: Roles Reversed

Chresanto

I opened the door to my apartment, smiling as Eve walked in. Her skirt barely covered her ass, and my mouth was watering as her long legs strode by me. There was nothing I wanted more than to have her right here in the kitchen, but when she sent me a cold glare, I sighed. It would take luck to get her back tonight.

"I'm glad you came," I offered. I shoved my hands in my pockets; I wasn't sure how she'd react if I touched her.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, what the fuck do you want, Chres?" she snapped. "I thought by ignoring your call, you would eventually get the hint. I had to leave work early for this shit."

Too scared to say anything, I gestured to my small dinner table where I had set up a homemade meal. I supposed it could be considered homemade if I purchased it from a restaurant and put it on some paper plates. But still, I had lit candles and bought flowers. That had to count for something, right?

"What's this?" she questioned. Her eyes landed on the food, and she took a hesitant step towards the table.

Smiling, I pulled out a chair for her. "It's all your favorite foods from Popeyes," I admitted. She sat down, and I quickly slid into the seat across from her. "I remember how crazy you were about that restaurant."

She sat silently, staring at all the food. Nervously, I swallowed. Was I fucking shit up again? Was she pissed?

"I didn't get you the sweet tea, though," I blurted. "I got you some cranberry Ciroc instead. I figured that you might like that better. Since you always say your job is stressful and shit."

Another moment of silence passed, and I shoved some mashed potatoes in my mouth. She was really pissed, wasn't she?

Suddenly, she looked up at me. "I didn't think you listened to me," she mumbled. Her hands played with the ends of her hair, and I stared at her. "You always seemed so focused on Jamie... I didn't think you were really paying attention to me."

"I always do," I stated. "I was a dumbass when I was focusing on Jamie. But you- you're so damn perfect."

She stood up, and I reached out to grab her. My fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her closer, but I froze when I noticed the tears forming in her eyes. Slowly, I brushed the tears away.

"Baby," I whispered.

Instead of answering me, she crashed her lips to mine. Her hands lightly gripped the back of my neck, keeping my body pressed against hers. Desperate to feel her again, my fingers fumbled for the buttons on her blouse. As much as I wanted to take it slow, I couldn't control myself.

Once I managed to rid her body of her shirt, I allowed my hand to roam to the smooth skin of her body. Her pants and sighs were only encouraging my exploration, and I lifted her up, making a beeline for my room.

I threw open the door, tossing her on the bed. Her fingers flew to my shirt, and I pulled it over my head. Immediately, her lips went to my neck, her tongue claiming the spot over and over. My hands went to her hips, a groan escaping my lips when she grinded into me. The feeling of her finally being back in my arms made everything feel twice as good, and I unzipped her skirt, wasting no time in removing it.