Chapter Five

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Damn. He looked just as good as he talked  and his breathe smelled. I had the urge to lick his face but I didn't wanna seem childish. God didn't mess up at no point making him. I bet his dick was big too because to be honest it would be an upset if it wasn't. He was starring at me for mad long so I started getting nervous. It was almost 11:45 and I hadn't eaten anything as of yet. Next thing I know my stomach started talking. Like literally shouting. I was hungry. And I needed something to eat before I felt nauseous. "Did you eat yet?" It sounded like music to my ears. Why he care if I had ate? I wasn't his girl or nothing. "Nah, but I was gonna go grab something". "From where?" He asked. Damn. Why was he so concerned about me now? He'd literally rejected me, rushed over to see me and now he asking if I was hungry? Like I'm so confused. "Idk I don't really have a lot of money to be splurging." I replied honestly. "Why don't you cook something in there?" Wow this nigga was mad nosey now. I felt the attitude creeping up and it was more so because I was hungry and him being here was stopping me from eating. "We don't really have food and why do it matter? Im not your girl." Shit. I didn't mean to have an attitude. I knew I had just fucked up when I responded with that. He laughed and stopped 10 seconds later. "You Right, but that's really why I came I wanted to talk to you about yo question you asked me shorty." His breathe smelled so fucking good. I was looking at his lips but I was so short he would think I was looking at his eyes. I was 5'7 so he had to be about 6'2 and his dick was probably 4'3 and his tongue 2'5 maybe. He knew I hated that shorty word and that's probably why he smirked after he said it. I wasn't even paying attention to shit he was saying because I was so mesmerized. At some point he asked if he could come in and me being in such a daze told him yes. "You gonna open the door or you want me to do it shorty?" Now this shorty shit was getting outta hand. "Once you stop calling me shorty yeah I'll let you in, and don't judge shit That's in here, some people ain't got it like you". I opened the door.

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