KHIP-HOP Mini Series

Simon D 03

I pressed my forehead against the wall sighing for the millionth time, I kept thinking over and over about what had happened a few nights ago. I'd practically had left my own home just to avoid talking to him.

I wasn't sure why I was so afraid but a part of me knew that this was all just so messed up. 

I was supposed to be in love, but why did I have to go have sex with his close friend? I was practically a groupie. I cringed at the thought but needlessly continued showering occasionally checking the time. 

I'd been in here for over an hour. 

Sighing again I shut off the water wrapped a towel around myself and walked over to my bed  checking my phone for messages, Simon had called again. It was the third time today he's called, I was too much of a coward to respond to him. I couldn't help it, I was too scared to look at him after how much of him I'd seen...after how much of him I'd craved. 

To be honest he turned me on, it was bad, really bad. I would practically jump on him again if he walked through that door. I shook the thought away and started changing into something casual when the door rang. 

I gasped. 

I did't have time to put on a bra so I put an extra long shirt over my shorts and headed for the door. I had a feeling I knew who was on the other side so I when I pulled it open it wasn't much of a shock. 

Simon leaned against the wall arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face. He glared at me at first as none of us said anything, then he slowly started to lower his eyes and I saw the way his eyes went from irritated to lust. "What?" I snapped. 

He looks back at me again. "So you speak." He jokes. 

I roll my eyes. "Why are you here?" 

He runs a hand through his hair all the while he gives me the look. "Why'd you leave?" His question startles me. 

Crap, I wasn't ready to talk about that night. I bite down on my lip avoiding his eyes and instead focus on something else that isn't him staring at me like he wants to kiss me. "I had to go somewhere." I lie. 

He laughs. "Ya, even I know better bullshit excuses." 

I glare at him. "Simon if you don't need anything, leave." I snap at him again, I start to close the door on him but he sticks his foot out stopping me and shoves himself all the way in closing the door behind him as he does. Startled I step back a few steps and avoid looking at him as my cheeks begin to turn a bright shade of pink. 

"What are you so scared of?" He asks me after a while. 

"You." I whisper.

"I'm the last person who would hurt you." He reaches for me but strangely I let him, as he runs a hand through my hair. 

"I don't believe you." I whisper back. "If there's something you and AOMG have in common it's being player's." 

He shakes his head out of disbelief. "Give me a chance to prove you wrong." He leans in to whisper against my ear. "Jebal." (please)

I gasp. "Simon you don't even like me." I begin. 

He cuts me off, "Your right I don't like you, I fucken like you a lot." He nibbles on my ear. "I promise you won't even remember whose Jay Park anymore." 

My insides begin to stir, a part of me knew this wasn't right but the one part of me that craved his touch was reaching for him, kissing him and slowly pealing off his clothes one by one as he pushed me onto the kitchen table where for another night but this time not drunk did I loose myself in the arms of a cold hearted player. 

-to be continued-