More Than Enough ⚀ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9 I Love You

Alisha's p.o.v.***
I jumped up out of my sleep from a horrible dream. It was one of those dreams I used to have as a kid. My dad would beat my mom so bad and treat her so bad that it gave me night mares. I could see one of his huge hands choke her and the other slap her across her face instantly leaving a print. He would throw her from one end of the room to the other. He called her all kinds of names and then he would force her to have sex with him right there where they were. "Daddy, daddy no. STOP! STOP! Get off mommy." I would jump on his back and pull his shirt until I choked him. When he couldn't breathe is when he would always slang me to the floor. I would run and hide in the bed with my brothers and cry until I feel to sleep.

The dream I had had me sweating like somebody threw a pitcher of water on me. I looked at the clock on my night stand and it was 2 am. I checked my phone and I had four missed calls from Brad and two missed messgaes. One message said, "Hey gorgeous." The other one said, "I guess your sleep. Call me when you can. Good night." The messgaes were sent ten minutes ago. I wondered what he was doing still up. I decided to text him back since I was going take a shower. "Why are you still up?"
He replied back instantly. "I should be asking you that question. Im taking care of business. A little paper work to get a head start on some stuff."

I proceeded to go an take my hot shower. I turned the water on and set it just right. I stripped down naked and got in. The heat from the shower had me on cloud nine. I closed my eyes and walked under the shower head. The first thought that came to mind was Brad. That body frame and sexy build he had ran through my mind. I know I shouldn't have, but i tried picturing him with no shirt. My phone rung and interrupted my thoughts. I opened the curtain to look on the bathroom stand and see who was calling. It was him again. I let it ring and laughed to myself. I got out of the shower and headed for bed.

The next morning I got up early and went for my morning run. Afterwards I made my mom breakfast in bed and surprised her with it. I wasn't hungry so I let her enjoy her breakfast before we got into anything for the day.

I walked to my room and grabbed my black book. I searched the book looking for the right person to call. My mind roamed for a moment until I found the perfect person.

There was this guy named Christopher Hall. Goodness! Chris was different. He was younger than me by quite a few years. Seven years younger to be exact. For 27 years old he had alot going for his self. He was in his last year of school to become an attorney. He had a bomb body with lots of tatoos. I loved his down to earth attitude. He was the youngest man I ever slept with, but he sure knew what he was doing in the bed. He always called me "Lady Love" because I was the oldest women he had slept with. I loved the way he wore his pants off his hips. My muscles tightened just thinking about how he handled business. You would think he had been having sex for 30+ years by the way he moved. He renewed my youth every time we hooked up. I hadn't seen him in a while tthough.

CHRISTOPHER

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. He answered after two rings.