Maybe I Like Her [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.14

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"Stop hitting me Brenda." I said upset. I found her room surprisingly out of the other four that were along this hallway. I tossed her on her bed and didn't know what to do, so, I stood there awkwardly.

"Like what you see? Huh?" she said, poking her ass in the air. I turned away, trying to prevent my di*k from growing any larger.

I walked to the bed, turned her on her back, and tucked her as tight as possible in her blankets.

"Ooh, are you gonna eat me out like a burrito." she laughed. As much as I wanted to, I kept my resistance and sat there until she stopped acting like a complete psychopath.

It took nearly 50 minutes for her to stop talking and slowly close her eyes. I walked back downstairs, grabbed the water, and brought it up for her. She was snoring and I sat on the floor across from the bed. I wasn't sure if I should leave her like this, completely a wreck that is.

I sat wondering was I making a mistake or saving her from herself.

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I woke up after dozing off and noticed it was darker outside. I lifted myself from the floor and stretched my aching back. Brenda wasn't in the bed anymore and my head swiveled around the room to locate her.

There was light shining under one of the doors and I walked towards it, knocking. The door knob turned and it opened to Brenda with puffy eyes and a toothbrush in her mouth. She rinsed and spoke.

"Sorry I didn't wake you from the floor, I just got up like 2 minutes ago." she said.

"Oh." I said. She walked past, and I trailed behind her, going down the stairs. She had grabbed a water this time and I sat at the island as she drank.

"Sorry I tried to come onto you."

"It's alright, it turned me on a bit." I laughed.

"Wanna talk now?"

"Yeah." I thought of what I was going to say before I continued to speak. "I worry about you, you know. And earlier I was trying to say that I want to be able to be there for you. I know it's going to take time for you to love me again but-"

"I just wanna let you know that I'm not the same Brenda you once knew-"

"I don't expect you to be." I interrupted. "I'm not the same either. I've been through some crazy shit that I don't ever want to experience again. So, what I'm trying to say is I just want a chance. This drinking away your pain shit isn't healthy and you know it."

She looked at me and fluttered her beautiful dark brown eyes, making me stare into them even more.

"I just want to be apart of your life this time and not fuck you over like I did before."

"What about your baggage?" she said.

"You mean my ex-wife and step-son?"

"Yeah, and your career and spotlight that you were in?"

"Well-"

A loud and deep sounding doorbell rang in my ear as both of our heads turned towards the door.

"Who's here at almost 11 at night." she muttered. I walked behind her distantly as she went to open the door. "Oh no. You need to leave. Get away from my house. I can't believe you're doing this."

As she continued rambling to the person, I made myself more visible to allow me to see who was at the door. Omaha? Omar? Oscar? Whatever. But I know him here was only going to make her hurt more.