That Good Love ♥.

TGL 8 ♥.

Nyjah.

Morning.

I run quickly to answer the phone. " Nyjah speaking." The person on the other end asked to speak to Chresanto. " Just a minute." I tell them, entering our bedroom. " Baby, wake up. Someone is on the phone for you." I sweetly say, shaking him lightly. He roll over on his back before sitting up completely.

" Hello." He clears his voice. I caress his bare chest, massaging his shoulders. Excitement suddenly fills the room, Chresanto jumping to his feet. " Thank you for the opportunity sir." He says several times before finally hanging up. Chres throws the phone beside carelessly, attacking me on the lip with kisses. " Okay, why the sudden happiness ?" I giggle, politely pushing him away. " They want to pay me to teach kids around the world to play basketball." He shouts with glee. " Congratulations baby. That is great news. " I hug him. " When do you start ?" I ask. His happy smile disappears.

" Uh, they want me to start tomorrow." He drifts, scratching the back of his neck with his eyes glancing low. " B - but, I can cancel If you would like me too." He blurts out. I shake my head no sadly. " No, no. You deserve this opportunity. Don't let me ruin your happiness." I assure, broken hearted. " Baby, I can cancel If you wan -" " No, Chres I don't want you to cancel. I'll just go on our 5 year anniversary vacation by myself." " It's not like I'm not use to being alone anyway." I mutter.

" Nyjah, what are you trying to say ?" He scuffs. " Nothing, Chres nothing." I leave the room. " No, Nyjah say what you feel. You obviously feel some type of way." He trails behind me into the kitchen." Yeah, Chres I do. Every since you got this basketball career you haven't had any time for me lately. First, you missed my birthday. Then, you leave the house everyday with that Cassie chick. -" " Is this what this whole thing is about ?" Chres laughs. " Yes, it is. That's what all of this is about. You spend more time with her than me."

I scream out of jealously. Cassie is a beautiful young lady. The type of girl that would catch anyone's eyes.

" I thought we talked about this ?" His voice breaks. I exhale deeply. " I thought we were mature enough to move on from this." Chres cries out. " You don't trust me do you ?" He questions. I open my mouth to speak, but immediately close it. " Oh my god, I can't believe my own girlfriend dosen't trust me." He turns on his heel and pace the kitchen. " I do trust you Chres. I just don't trust her." I explain. " She means nothing to me." He screams in my face. A tear slowly glides it way down my cheek. The room fills with an eery silence.

Chres rubs his temple. " Don't cry. Please, don't cry." He whisper. Chres approach me with open arms, but I turn down his embrace. " Don't touch me, please." I step back, wiping my tears away. " Nyjah." Chres calls out in a whisper. " Have fun on your trip." was the last thing I muttered, before walking out the front door.

" NYJAH !" I hear him exclaim.

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CASSIE ♥. ~

The next morning.

" The limousine should be here any minute to take you to the airport." I glance at my watch, informing Chres. " okay." He dryly responds. Silence fills the air.

I open my mouth to speak, but Chres cuts me off. " She didn't even say goodbye." He mutters angrily. I don't even think anger explains how he feels right now. This is the saddest I have ever seen anybody. " I'm sure she is going to call the minute you get into the limousine." I falsely smile. Speaking of limousine, it finally pulls up. Chres and I both get inside, sitting across from one another.

I take my jacket off, adjusting myself until I am comfortable enough. " How about some wine to start off the morning." I break the silence, reaching over for two wine glasses. I pour me a glass then a glass for him. He hesitantly took it. " I'm guessing your not a drinker ?" I chuckle. " No, I'm not." He laughs a little.

" Here, just sip a little." I suggest. He slowly bring the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip until he surprisingly gulp the whole thing down. My lips curve into a sneaky smile. " Another." He retorts. I pour him another glass. He gulps down that glass too.

He spread his legs open, sinking low in the seat. He caress his shaking thighs breathing huskily. " Is it just me or is it getting hot in here." I tease, unbuttoning two buttons on my blouse. I flirtatiously lick my pink lips slowly, taking off my heels and setting them aside. " Nyjah, is so full of shit." Chres cries out. I roll my eyes. His cellular device suddenly rings. He reach into his pocket and answer. " About time you called." He holler into the phone.

I throw myself into his lap, kissing him on the lips roughly. I grasp him by the collar of his shirt and embrace him closer, creating warmth between us. He's hesitant at first, but finally his lips move in sloppy sync with mine. Chres allows my tongue to glide smoothly into his mouth.

" Hello. Hello." Nyjah voice drifts. Without breaking our kiss, I hang up, throwing Chres phone aside carelessly. His nails sink into my waist, squeezing me tight, I screech. I felt the object in his pants rise against my throbbing v-gina. He wrap my hair around his palm, stretching back my neck , planting a line of moist kisses from my neck to my mid breast line.

" Take off your shirt." I demand. He does exactly as I say. I kiss from his lips, lightly massaging his p-nis over his pants. He grunts, swallowing the urge to take control of me. Thoughts are filling his head. Sexual thoughts one minute, regret the next. I grind my body firmly against his. His hands shake as they explore every inch of my body.

" Make love to me Chres." I whisper, brushing my lips against his earlobe. He squeeze his eyes shut. " You know you want too." I nibble lightly on his earlobe. " Don't fight it." I seductively persuade. Before, I know it I was grasp securely by the waist and slammed into the limousine floor with a shirtless Chresanto towering over me.

That's right Chresanto. Give into me.

♥.