22 year old Sydney James is an intern of the arts and repertoire department at Uptown Records. The record company is home to artists such as Al B. Sure!, Heavy D, Mary J. Blige, Father MC, and newly, Jodeci.
Happily engaged and dream job, Syd has th...
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Shortly after dropping Mariah off at her place, I headed home. A good night's sleep was something that I needed real soon, but not right now. I was tired as hell and worn out from previous activities. None of this was meant to go down, and that's on my life. I can't change the past, and I can only look forward to the future. The rendezvous with De made me feel different. The only thing is, I couldn't distinguish whether it was a good different, or a bad different.
The front door light was on already, so I could see in this darkness. It was damn near three in the morning, but I was nowhere near sleepy. I was in a mood. I was in the mood. I quickly jumped into the shower, and then changed into a pair of Marcus' boxers and an oversized shirt of his. I wrapped my hair tightly and securely, and waited for him to come home. While waiting, I took the opportunity to look at some of the songs that we've completed.
My Heart Belongs to U What About Us Alone Ride & Slide
Not bad, not bad at all. I really like My Heart Belongs to U, the best. It's just something about K-Ci's voice on it, like he really showed out. And of course JoJo delivered as gracefully as always. My thoughts swiftly turned into dust as I heard the front door open. Marcus came into the room, looking fine as hell. He was sporting a DuPont racing NASCAR jacket, a crisp white t-shirt, black jeans, and his all white Converses. He looked scrumptious to say the least. His glasses topped his whole look off.
"Damn baby. You fine as hell. Are you really my man?" I got up from my comfortable spot on the bed and walked my way over to him.
"I mean, when I asked you five years ago." he chuckled, taking off his jacket. "Here, let me help you with that." I took off his jacket and hung it up in the closet, next to his millions of other jackets.
"Why are you being so nice? You must've had a slammin' time at that party, huh?" he questioned.
"I mean it was cool. Definitely will skip out on the next one, though. It wasn't worth it." I nervously chuckled and scratched my arm. He nodded.
"How was your night though?" I asked him, before jumping on him and wrapping my legs around his waist. My arms were securely latched around his neck. He couldn't drop me even if he wanted to.
"It was cool, I'm a little tired though, I had to help Jordan move some shit around, you know?" he said, staring into my eyes. "Well, how about we go to bed?" I smirked, and kissed his lips. The only lips that I should've ever been kissing. Remember how I said that kissing him always turns into something more?
He walked over to the bed, which we weren't too far from, and laid me down.
"Damn, we went that hard last time?" he inquired, examining my neck. The love bites that DeVanté left were still fresh. Oh damn.
"I guess so." I laughed and wrapped my legs tighter around his lower half. I could feel his stiffened manhood against my awaiting core. I felt this with De. In one swift motion, Marcus had somehow managed to remove my pajamas as well as his bottoms. I closed my eyes, waiting on Marcus to do what he does best. He slowly entered me, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I tried to hold him back some by touching his chest, but he put both of my hands above my head and held them down. He was fucking me like he hated me. I'd hate me too.
