ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Going Thru It

I've never seen her like this before. I know it hurts her, but it hurts me as well.

"Shanya, you need to eat," I said bringing her favorite order from McDonald's.

"I just want to be left alone," she groaned.

"Shanya Mary Wilkinson, I didn't buy this food for nothing," I sternly told her. She pulled the cover from her head, revealing her deep brown eyes that read, 'hurt'.

"Come here," I demanded.

She scooted to the edge of the bed, not looking up at me. I took my hand, lifting up her chin, revealing her innocent face.

"I love you, Shay. I know you're hurting but, I'm hurting too. That was my baby, too," I mentioned.

"Lorenzo, leave me the fuck alone! You say that you love me everytime I'm done, but I'm dumb enough to come back. So, stop trying to put pity on me! What you need to know is that Shanya and Lorenzo was a mistake and it will always be!!," she screamed standing up on the bed.

"Shay, you don't mean that," I calmly told her.

"Yes I do! It's not fair that I lose my baby and that bitch gets the choice to keep hers! Why me? Why?," she sobbed jumping off of the bed.

"Shanya, calm down!," I warned as she picked up a vase and through it.

"Fuck you! You're always somewhere hurting me, after all the shit I've done for you!," she yelled as she swept everything on the dresser into the ground.

"Shay Shay, I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Shut up!! You're apologies mean nothing to me. So, stop telling me lies."

My words were useless to her. It seemed like my mistakes were killing her slowly.

I spent about thirty minutes cleaning up the mess she made, while she sleeps in my bed.

Love. It makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. I sighed as I undressed getting ready for bed.

°S h a n y a°

My heart is wondering why I said those things knowing good and well my feelings aren't totally gone for Lorenzo.

My hormones are booming for him now. Why can't I control them? I'm stressed from being confused.

I turned over to see him asleep on the far right of the bed. Let me think.........

I'm in bed with the man I obviously love.

I'm horny.

He's already undressed.

I pulled back the cover biting my lip at the sight I see. I scoot over to him, getting on top of his body.

"Man, what are you doing?," he asked me.

"I want it, daddy," I moaned kissing him.

"You don't know what you want. I'm not gonna have sex with you with no passion," he told me turning me down.

I reluctantly got off of him sighing. But, after all he was right. I didn't know what I wanted.

The next day.....

I got dressed, ready to go to work. I'm tired of grieving and ready to go on with my life.

"You ready?," I asked him.

"Almost," he said pulling up his pants.

Can someone please tell me why he is so attractive?

"That is mine and you're gonna give it to me," I mumbled.

"Huh?," he asked turning to me.

"I said that is mine and you're gonna give it to me," I said clear enough to hear. I jumped on top of him making him fall on the bed.

I positioned myself on top of his wood, grinding my peach onto it.

He quickly unbuckled his pants, not turning down. "I missed you so much!," I moaned.

"I missed you too," he admitted matching my pace.

"Ah, Lorenzo! I forgive you!," I cried out as he went faster.

I couldn't even kiss him because he was putting it down so good.

"Shit!," I yelled as I climaxed.

"If we don't start using condoms, we're gonna have like 20 kids," he said pulling me off of him.

"I willing to have them," I yelled getting a wet washcloth.

"And thanks to you, we're late for work," he called from the room. I checked the watch, realizing he was right.

"Call in sick," I said throwing down the cloth and jumping back on him.