Trapped

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Omniscient
Ashya and Jameel sat on the bed still holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it. She finally decided to let go of his grip and lay down.
" You ight?" Jameel questioned her slowly getting up from the bed
" No. Stay." She motioned for him to lay down next to her
Jameel could see the distress in her eyes. He didn't want to question her why she was crying, from what he knows, she's had a hard life. She could be in her feelings, he had this mentality that females were always whining, crying, babying about old stuff or better yet no reason at all. He didn't really have any respect for women. He was the fuck and duck type of male. He didn't want any relationships with anyone, he hardly cared for anyone's feelings. He had to act like a kind person to everyone especially his father because he wanted his father to pass the company down to him. That's a story for another time though.
He laid down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. He thought Ashya would remove his hands from around her body, but she didn't. She was terribly vulnerable at the moment. He could sense that maybe something was really going on with her. Usually seeing women cry didn't bother him, they did it all the time especially when he wouldn't call or text them back after their late night encounters. However, with Ashya it was different.. for some odd reason he cared about her. He wanted to get to know her more, and even though he wanted to have sex with her badly, that wasn't his only intention. It all felt so risky though. He's had intimate relations with many of the girls his father has saved from prostitution and never really had to make a move on them. Most of them were already hoes in his eyes so they gave it up easily because of his good looks. But with Ashya he felt something wrong about caring about her. He just couldn't see what it was.
Ashya slowly drifted to sleep, Jameel's arms wrapped around her made her feel secure. She didn't have a fear in the world, and she just wanted to clear her mind from what had just happened to her—her baby—.
Jameel just admired her beauty. Usually he didn't fuck with dark skin girls. He was just one of the many men in today's society that had the basic standards for a female— thick and curvy, light skin/brown skin, basically anything but darkskin, hair always laid with bundles, —you know the typical instagram models. He didn't want anything to do with a darkskin. He showed love to their instagram photos and "internet loved" darkskin women but in reality he'd never see himself with one. Just like everyone, he was participating in racism towards his own race. Discriminating against another African American because their skin tone is darker.
Anyways, with Ashya it was different. She didn't meet his standards or as you would say, she wasn't his type. She wasn't thick or curvy. Shit, she barely had boobs, her boobs were perky and sat up just right though, her butt wasn't that big. It wasn't the way he liked it , but it was good enough— it wasn't flat—. It was plump a little; —that's nothing a little of my sex game couldn't make thick though— he thought to himself. She didn't have Brazilian bundles in, she didn't wear makeup even though she could have access to it just by asking Mike. She wasn't into the expensive clothing that his father offered to her from the kindness of his heart. She was average and for some strange reason he was intrigued in her.
He continued to watch her sleep, and a small smile crept up on him. She was indeed beautiful, and he wanted her to be his at the moment, but one of the major things blocking this was the fact that she was pregnant with another man's baby. That bothered him so much. He narrowed his eyes from hers and fell into deep thought. After a couple minutes he fell asleep cuddled up with her.