Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction / ii.

My eyes flutter open. I find myself in a queen sized bed, my one arm wrapped around a shirtless T and one leg swathe his lap. He soundly sleeps to the side. Orange light splashes the ground and echoes the room, the morning sun greeting my eyes.

I shift and instantly his eyes come slightly ajar.

"Good morning." He smiles. I pull myself closer to his body and I'm infected by his smile.
"Morning, daddy."

"How'd you sleep? You was knocked."

I playfully roll my eyes and slither my hand down to his bulging dick through his boxers. I rub on the column. "It was good or whatever."

"Mm forreal? Even on my rusty ass bed?"

"Yeah." I giggle. He sits up and leans for a kiss. Our lips connect and our tongues fight with each other. He grabs my waist and swings me on top of him.

I notice I'm in a huge Yeezy concert tour t-shirt and I furrow my eyebrows. "Where the fuck..."

He smirks up at me, "I figure that lil' crop top was uncomfortable."

"Okay, but what about my watch?"

He points to the nightstand opposite of the side we were laying on. My watch. "Oh my god." My voice cracks under my breath. Cell!

I yank myself off of T and in a frenzy stumble to my feet to make it to the watch.
"What's wrong?" He watches me grab my watch in a panic and my soul drains at the amount of the threatening notifications.

"Cell: DIAMOND"

"Cell: Wdf you at??????"

"(10) missed calls from Cell"

"Cell: Wdf wrong wit yo location shit?"

"Cell: You got mf 5 minutes to FT me bitch."

"Cell: I'm pissing on all yo shit thot ass bitch."

TODAY - 8:53AM

"Cell: This rat dog finna be gone too."

I cover my mouth in awe scrolling down the plethora of messages exploding to my notifications.  I feel a pair of arms cacoon my waist and T reaches to kiss the nape of my neck.

"The fuck?" He comments over my shoulder. "This nigga crazy as hell."

I breathe out slowly and shakily, my anxiety beginning to skyrocket and my breathing quickening.  I turn and to meet T's eyes, my own flooding with tears. "Pook, I have to go."

"You can't leave! That mothafucka gone hurt you again!"

I sidestep him and he snatch my arm. He shoots me a worried gaze, frowning.

"Bro this was a huge fucking mistake. I – I'll be fine. My puppy, my clothes... I have one of his cars too."

"You won't be fine." He growls. "Do he know where I live? My name?"

I shake my head.

"One of his cars?"

"He owns like four." I flatly say.

T is taken aback. "What he do?"

"Move dope."

His eyebrows raise. "Damn, so you don't need my ran down ass shack after all. Four cars he probably live with the white folks. Maybe it is best if you leav–"

"No!" I beg, fighting away tears. "I need you. I need you."

"You need me, huh?" His fingers attack my clit, rubbing vigorously. I gasp and clutch on his shirt as he pushes me against the wall. He grabs at my leg and pins it up to the wall and works at my pussy with his free hand. It's hard to keep my balance, my legs forming into jello.