I REFUSE •Stephen Curry•

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Smut warning*

S T E P H E N

I needed to throw my frustrations out. I called Ayesha even though I knew she was upset I knew she was gonna let me do what I wanted.

"Hey Ayesha." I say muttering.

"Stephen." She warned.

"No come over I need you." I rasped lowering my tone lowering. Her voice hitched. I could picture her eyes squeezing together as she bit her lip trying to fight off her naughty urge.

"Please baby." I pleaded. A moan left her lips.

"Are you wet for me ms. Alexander?" I ask knowing that would push her over the edge. It went silent over the phone.

"I'm on my way." She whispers before the line goes dead. I smirk knowing how easy it was for her to fall for my games. I got up and waited by the door. A knock was heard and I got up and opened it getting tackled back. Her lips roughly pressed against mine. Her lips were bigger than Aaliyah's where ours fit perfectly together. Her lips always went above mines. She swallows my lips and our tongues meet. The kiss could be anything but pleasurable but I just imagined that the lips upon mines didn't belong to her. I grab her hips roughly. She swings her legs around my waist as I take her to my room. I throw her roughly on the bed as I strip my shirt off. She kicks her jeans off and strips her shirt.

"I'm ready." She breaths heavily. I'd barely touched her. I could care less about foreplay I just wanted to get this over with. I pulled my jeans down along with my boxer and grabbed a condom off the dresser. Her eyes wondered to mines as if silently offering. I shook my head and rolled it on quickly. Without further warning I slid into her. A loud moan echoed off the walls as I went in deeper and deeper.

"Steph!" She screamed out scratching my back. I wince knowing that would leave a mark. I snatch her hands away.

"No touching." I mutter. Continuing to thrust into her center. The headboard banged against the wall as I held onto it. I imagined Aaliyah's hands creeping on my skin. Kissing on small places of my body soothing the aching burn my body had for her. Her sweet moans escaping her lips as I showed no mercy into ever letting up as she begged for more. I opened my eyes to see Ayesha head thrown back. Her face scrunched in pleasure. Gasp leaving her lips.

"I-I'm g-gonna" she stutters. She shakes beneath me and a string of murmurs I don't understand comes from her mouth. She finally comes down from her high exhaustion clouds her features. I roll off her not even reaching my satisfied level. The whole point was to get off and I couldn't even do that with her. She was an amazing girl don't get me wrong but she wasn't for me. But Aaliyah left me and I don't wanna be alone. Soft pants came from her mouth as she rolled to look at me. Her mouth opened to say something and a knock interrupted her. Silently thanking God. I get up out of bed. Throwing on some boxers and out of the corner of my eye I see Ayesha wrap herself in the sheets following me.

"You don't have to come." I tell her hoping she's getting what I'm implying. Sadly she doesn't and just follows me to the door. Another knock is against the door.

"Sir can you please-" her lips fall open.  Her eyes broken. My stomach twist in displeasure. "Um can you just keep it down." Her voice cracked at the end. She turned her head away from me getting ready to leave.

"Wait." My mouth talked before my mind could comprehend. She turned her nipples prominent through her shirt as it was cold outside. Immediately I felt myself harden. Her eyes landed on my boxer. Her breath hitched before she covers her boobs up with her arms.

"Your sick." She spits before stopping off into the night. I slam the door.

"What is she talking about?" Ayesha asks.

"Just go back into the room Ayesha." I mutter and she gives an annoyed look but doesn't argue. My priorities weren't sorted out it was all over the place. I was with Ayesha for my own selfish needs while I was hurting Aaliyah without trying. I was digging myself in a hole and right now I can't see anyway of getting out. "I'm going to sleep on the couch." I called to the woman I wish was Aaliyah. Sitting down my hands find their way to my face. A heavy sigh escapes my lips, my teeth bite down upon my lips pulling roughly against them. I was angry and not just with my life but myself for letting me loose control of the wheel and letting someone else guide it for me.

A A L I Y A H

Sick.

That was what he was he had the nerve to sleep with another woman and get a boner from looking at my boobs. My head felt dizzy and the worst part was there was no way of me going 'home' because now this was my home, my hell. That was why the neighbourhood look so familiar this was Stephens new house. It just makes me mad at myself I'm going to have to put myself through this. Watching him be with someone else. I go into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. Why had God made this so hard on me? My thoughts taking over my mind I soon realise I'm squeezing the glass too hard when pieces of glass fly in the air. It hits the floor in a mess.

"Aaliyah." A small voice says behind me. I turn around holding my hand tightly. "Are you ok?" He asks looking at my bleeding hand. Shards of glass dig into my skin as I wince when I move it.

"U-Uh yeah I'm fine it's just a booboo." I tell him as I look down as more blood spills from my hand. "Could you go call Klay for me darling his number is in my phone?" I ask him he nods then rushes to the phone. I slide down the wall of the counter my eyes closing my hand still tightly grasped around my other one. I was exhausted. I wasn't fine and I hate the fact that I and everyone else knew I wasn't.

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