Damaged

Ch. 5

Trent

I'm really feeling Naomi. Ian never had a girl just let loose and be herself with me. She bad too. She had smooth caramel skin, a bangin body with ass for days. She had lil man down there hard as fuck last night. I had her in my car with me and we were going for lunch. She had her legs crossed at the ankles and hands were intertwined and rested on his lap. I looked at her perfectly round breast and admired how nice they sat up. My mouth began to water from the thought of taking one in my mouth.

"Trent. Treennt."

"Huh?"

"The light green."

I pulled off and pulled into a lil breakfast bar. We were seated outside with a view of a beautiful lake. We ordered our drinks and sat in a somewhat of an awkward silence. Both staring at the menu trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

Naomi

"So, everything good with ya boy?"

"I haven't talked to em."

"Damn. Why you put up with it?"

"With what?"

"I do read media take out and I saw the article."

I sat back in my chair and folded my arms."I love him and he loves me-"

"That ain't love Naomi, and you know it. You're better than that, you deserve better than that."

"You don't even know me."

"But I know a woman's worth and that ain't it. Besides, I would like to get to know you."

"I don't know bout all that."

"Look, I said in the interview I respect the fact that you got a man so ian gon do nothing to get you in trouble."

So he was talking bout me. "Yea I was."he smirked.

"Did I just say that out loud?"I said face palming myself.

He laughed. "It's cool ma. So what do you say?"

"Just friends?"

"Friends."

He stuck his hand out and I shook it. We exchanged numbers and dug into our food that finally arrived. It was like I had known him forever. He was so chill and funny. I was able to lay back and be myself. I told him things I've never even told Khalil and even talked about me and Khalil relationship. He told me bout his family and what inspired him to play football. I really enjoyed it. Before we knew it, it was 5 o clock. We had spent lunch, cocktail hour, and dinner in there.

He dropped me back off at my car. "Thanks for lunch.... and drinks."I laughed.

"No problem. Can a brotha get a hug though?"

I leaned over into him and he wrapped me up in his arms. I took in his cologne and nearly melted. I could feel him breathing on my neck, making me wetter by the second. He lowered his hands to the small of back near my ass, but I didn't care. He pulled away, still holding me but looking me in my eyes. Our bodies were so close and lips only inches apart. I so badly wanted him to take me.

"I'll let you go for now, but when you ready for a real man to be in ya life let me know sum."he said while running his fingers along my thighs.

I shudder at the feeling and bit my lip to keep from moaning. He kissed my jaw and released me."Bye Naomi."

***

"Where the hell you been?!" Khalil's voice boomed through the house. He was fiery red and I could see the veins popping out his neck.

"I could be asking you the same thing."I shot back.

"Who was you with Naomi?!"

"Nobody. I was working."

"You a got damn lie! I can smell that nigga all over you!"

"The same way I smell bitches all over you! Fuck out my face Khalil."

Before I could get two steps away he grabbed me by my hair and threw my against the wall. I felt the pain radiate through my body and tears instantly started to fall. "LET ME FIND OUT YOU FUCKIN ANOTHER NIGGA!"

"WE AIN'T DO SHIT KHALIL!"I sobbed.

He looked at me and his angry face had faded. He came over to me and scooped me up and kissed my face repeatedly. "Naomi I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't what got into me baby."

He carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed. He got on top of me and kissed me down from my head to my hot box. "Baby please stop crying. I'm so sorry."

He lifted my dress and moved my panties to the side and stuck his tongue in.

Trent was right, this shit ain't love.

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