Loving Mr. Wrong

Complicated

Hey Everybody! Long time no see, no hear, no smell, no touch! I've really been discouraged from writing this book because I have like 0 readers but I made up my mind that I'm going to write this book for me, so that I can say I DID IT! And plus my husband said he's looking forward to reading it once I complete it. There is a long road to travel with this book, so ya'll just keep me in your prayers because I'm not completely sure where I want to take things. But if you have any ideas be sure to PM me and I will surely take them into consideration and if I decide to use them I will give you credit. I just want my few readers that I have right now to  know that I really appreciate you and you give me the strength to continue this story. As always don't forget to VOTE AND COMMENT. Much Love, cjeffery14.

P.S. This is a filler chapter before all the good stuff starts!

RECAP:

I wake up to the sound of rain outside. I look around to check my surroundings and notice that I'm still in Sam's bed. I turn around to find that Sam's not beside me. I get up to look around in search of him.

"Sam? Where are you?" After searching the entire house I look outside and notice that his car is gone. What the hell this man has sneaked out on me again. The worst thing is that he's left me stranded at his house with no way home.

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I'm currently sitting on Sam's porch waiting for my Über driver. It's 2 o'clock in the morning so I'm really hoping that my driver isn't some creep. I thought about leaving Sam's door unlocked in hopes that he would get robbed but after his whole speech before allowing me to come into his home I wouldn't dare do him like that. I made sure that I locked everything up before leaving out.

Bright headlights turn into the driveway and I get up and walk to a white 2013 Lexus.  I slide into the back and give the driver my address and I'm relieved to find that my driver is a small white woman who looks to be in her early to mid 20s named Beth; so I really don't feel as uncomfortable as I would have had it been a man. Even though I'm still very skeptical about getting a ride from a stranger. 

We ride in silence the 45 minute drive to my place. I pay my tab and leave a generous tip for her turning out not to be a serial killer. 

I just really can't believe that this ni*ga left me stranded at his damn house. I should have busted a hole in his wall or something to show him just how pissed off I was. He's blessed that I am a kind hearted woman.

I strip out of my clothes and wrap up in my favorite throw and lay down staring at the wall while I ponder over everything that happened tonight. What could've possibly went wrong? I thought that everything was going great. We really hit it off. Maybe because I didn't relieve his tension, even though he said that it was okay, he went to relieve it elsewhere. That would be so disrespectful on so many levels. But whatever a man is going to be a man.

Knock, knock, knock. I look at my phone and it says 4:30 a.m. Who the hell is that knocking at this time of night? 

I look out the peephole to find Sam standing at the door. I don't know why he came here because I don't have anything to say to him. Does he think he can just come here  after screwing some other chick and expect me to be okay with it?

"What the hell are you doing here Sam?"

"Khalissa just open the door so we can talk, please."

"That's not going to happen tonight, because I know what talking means to you. You can just go back to whoever you was just talking to and talk to them some more."

"Ma' now you talking reckless. Just let me in."

I don't respond to him because I really don't want to let him in; but I know that if I continue this back and forth game with him I will eventually let him in and I really don't have the strength, mentally or physically, to put up with him tonight.