A Perfect Storm

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"What about automotive technology?" Storm asked, looking over at D'Angelo. He made a face.

"What the hell is that?" He asked as he plopped down on her bed.

"You gon be doing shit with cars!!" He shrugged, making Storm roll her eyes. "Well I know you don't want to do professional massage therapy."

"How you know? Maybe I wanna massage naked ladies," D'Angelo said smirking. Storm gave him a blank face & D'Angelo let out a laugh before bombarding her with a hug. "I'm playing damn."

"Yeah whatever." The next three weeks after their date, D'Angelo & Storm started spending more time together when she wasn't at work. He stayed over almost every night & made sure he was back for dinner the next day. They were getting along much better & they both were glad.

They were now looking for a trade school for D'Angelo to go to.

"Can we do this later?" D'Angelo asked, wrapping his arms around Storm as she continued to look for another trade school. "I'm tryna fill you up real quick."

Oh, and of course you know they stayed consistent with the sex.

Storm smirked as she continued to type. "Tempting, but I think you've fucked me enough this week to last a lifetime."

"Nah I don't think so," He said before he started kissing on her neck. Storm stopped typing & sighed in bliss. He knew how to get her where he wanted her.

He slipped his hand into her shorts & started rubbing on her wet clit, making her toss her head back, moaning loudly.

"De..." He slipped two fingers into her as he continued to lick & suck on her neck, driving her wild. "Ooh shit."

Storm's moans were interrupted by the doorbell, making D'Angelo smack his lips as he removed his fingers from her shorts.

"G who the fuck?" Storm laughed at how mad D'Angelo was as she got up, pulling her shorts out her ass. "Hurry yo ass back up here, this dick gon be waiting on you."

"Mhm k daddy." D'Angelo smirked as he watched her walk out the room. He couldn't wait to fuck the shit out of her.

Storm ran down the stairs as the doorbell rang again. "I'm coming goddamnit." She made her way over to the door & swung it open without asking who it was.

There stood Malik, looking like the yellow bone thot he was.

She hadn't heard from him since that night, and now was definitely not the time for him to be making appearances.

Malik had argued with himself for the past few weeks, wondering if he should talk to her or not. Obviously, he ended up deciding to talk to her, but now that he was face to face to her, he didn't know what to say.

He expected her to be angry, but that wasn't the vibe he was getting from her. She seemed nervous. She looked good though.

"What are you doing here?" Storm asked lowly, ready to slam the door in his face.

"Can we talk?" Malik asked.

"No," She said before trying to close the door, but Malik stopped it with his hand.

"Come on, Storm. Don't be like that," Malik said, pushing the door back open. Storm knew if she didn't get rid of him fast, D'Angelo would come to see what was taking her so long.

God knows she didn't want to deal with the two fighting again.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere getting your kids swallowed by India?" Malik sighed, rubbing his face.