Not So Sweet (Urban Novel)

Chapter 2

*8 Months Ago*

I woke up to my phone ringing. I could never get peace and quiet without that phone going off every five minutes.

I let it ring a few times before answering. I answered the phone and I heard nothing. Just last week I began getting anonymous calls. This was getting out of hand.

As I tried to fall back into my dreams, my phone rang again but this time it was Maurice.

Maurice was my new boo thang. He was my dream man. Maurice was 23 years old, 6'2 and had a body from the gods. His six pack and chocolate muscles were everything. Every time I thought of Maurice the word yummy just popped in my head.

Our "relationship" was more like a complicationship because I know he wanted to take it to the next step, but I wasn't ready. I have had other sexual encounters but not any with someone I actually had feelings for and I'm scared I might actually fall in love with him.

I just wanted to take everything slow and even though we just had met, Maurice and I were so connected it was as if we were mean't to be one.

"Hello", I spoke softly still with my sleepy voice.

"Baby, is tonight still on?"

"Tonight? Oh right with Marsey? Of course, 7 pm."

"Great. Well I'm on my way to the gym. I lov- ... I mean I'll talk to you later."

As I hung up, I realized what almost came out of his mouth. He loved me? I think I loved him back, but this was giving me a funny feeling in my stomach and I had to get my mind off of that.

On the other hand, I had totally forgot about my double date with his sister, Marsey. I had other plans tonight, but I have been pushing this double date back for too long. I was supposed to meet Marsey last week. I hated meeting other peoples family.

I honestly didn't want to meet his sister or his mother or anyone else. It wasn't against them or him, I just never liked the questions that came with the whole getting to know each other thing. I am a private girl and I liked to keep it that way.

I finally looked at my little pink clock and got out of my bed. It was 10 am already and I had a lot of errands I had to do before 7 pm.

I quickly hopped in the shower and hopped out. I opened my closet and couldn't figure out what to wear.

After finally picking something out I looked in the mirror.

"My ass is huge", I thought to myself. I always wondered if my ass and titties is what got me raped.

I was a very thick and curvy girl that got a lot of attention from both women and men. I had a small pretty face with dimples and long, curly brown hair.

It was hard for me to convince myself that it wasn't my fault on why I was raped.

I felt the tears building up behind my eyes and before they could roll down my cheeks my phone rang again.

It was Malcolm. Malcolm was some nigga I had met at the club two nights ago. I had fucked him on the first night and he was calling back for more. Malcolm was handsome too but he wasn't Maurice. He was very degrading of women and deep deep down I knew I liked how he talked to me.

He was about 18 years older than me with a family of his own. I didn't really know that much about Malcolm but I did know that he fucked good so I picked up the phone.

"What's good with that sweet pussy?", Malcolm spoke seductively.

"It's wet daddy. Why don't you come over and pound that 9 inch in my stomach?"