The Sideline Story (Urban) Book 1

Nine

Sincere

1 Week Later

"Antoine I'm not trying to be sneaking around the entire vacation," I said to Antoine as we got dressed.

I walked through the small over-water bungalow we were in. Tahiti was absolutely breath taking and I honestly wanted to stay here forever but I knew we couldn't. Where we were staying there weren't any hotels, only bungalows all connected throughout the ocean. The color of the ocean was so serene and nothing compared to the dirty blue of the water out in California. The water was so many beautiful shades of blue that all I wanted to do was take a swim in it, which Effrin and Antoine taught me how to do.

I put my bikini back on and my pair of shorts. I knew it was going to be hot and humid out here, but nothing like this. There really was no point in bringing regular clothes, everybody just walked around in the bare minimum to keep themselves cooled off.

Antoine pulled his swim trunks back on and watched as I was about to walk out of the bungalow. I grabbed the door knob and was about to walk out when I felt Antoine walk up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my body and kissed on my neck.

"I bet my lil' nigga don't doesn't do this for you, does he?" He asked moving his lips up to my ear, whispering in it with his deep voice. He kissed my ear and moved back down to my neck, kissing and licking on every inch of my neck making me feel good. "Does he?" He asked in between kisses.

I was yet again at a loss for words as he pulled me back further against him so my butt was up against his hard friend. "He does and you know he does, every day," I replied.

His gentle grip on my waist became forceful when I felt him start to get angry behind me. "Do you see what you do to me," he asked pushing me back further on him so I could really feel the hard that he was beginning to form. I nodded my head. "I don't do this for Jay, you know that?"

I nodded my head again, knowing that he and Jay rarely slept together. They only had it on the special occasions when Antoine was extra horny and I wasn't around to please him. Jay believes Antoine will wait on her wishes, so they rarely have sex and that's when she really wants it but she feels like Antoine has to put in all of the work when it should be a collaborative effort.

Antoine comes to me when ever he doesn't feel like doing all of the work and I really don't care. I don't mind putting it down for Antoine, if he'll do the exact same for me. I give head, then he'll do the same for me. I pleasure him every way possible and he does the exact same for me, making sure I feel just as good as he makes me feel.

"Yeah I know," I replied.

"Then why do you always act like you don't care?"

"I do."

"Then show it."

"I have a boyfriend," I replied.

"And I have a fiancee, what's your point? I know you're feelin' me just as much as I'm feelin' you, you just won't admit it to yourself but I see it. I know you wanna leave Vinny for me. I see it in your eyes when you talk to the both of us. You have more passion in your eyes when it comes to me and you really don't care when it comes to him. You're just in denial beautiful and you know it."

I sighed and looked down. "Where is all of this coming from?" I asked Antoine, starting to feel a type of way about what he was saying. All of the years that I've known Antoine, I've never known him to get into his feelings like this.

"Shit, I'm just tired of being the second choice," He replied.

"How do you think I feel?" I asked, turning around to face him.