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Erik's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...". Antoinette's small hands steadily tried to push me off of her, probably because of all the weight I had on her body. Instead she darts up grabbing my pants and throwing them at me, all while trying to hurriedly pull on her shorts.
The pillows that were scattered on the floor from her couch where thrown on either side of my body. She walked away down a hallway mumbling to herself, voice filled with regret. I sat up slowly pulling on my pants trying to gain my composure from the sex we just had. It was as amazing as the last time we had touched, but I'd never seen her jump away from me after. She'd always cling to me like a child after sex, but now she was running around her house like a mad woman. J
She came back into the living room holding a lighter. She lit candles that were sitting around filling the air with a sweet aroma. Even flustered she was still gorgeous. Her hair had grown out more, but other than that she still looked like she did the last day I saw her. Seeing her again after all this time was incredible , I had so much to share with her...
"You need to leave Erik. This was a mistake." She didn't even look at me as she talked, just continued trying to straighten up the mess we had made.
"A mistake? You serious Nette?" I could feel a pang in my chest hearing that. I know damn well what we just did wasn't a mistake, it was our way of reconnecting. I had no intentions of having sex with her today, but both of our emotions were to high for us to just talk it out right now. We needed to take out all our years of frustrations out on each other physically, hashing out all the hurt. Now, here she was calling it a mistake? Fuck that shit.
"Yes, I'm serious! Why the hell would I not be serious?! You need to leave now!"
"I'm not going anywhere, you and I both know that. Now stop acting so damn crazy and tell me what's going on." She finally stops her movements to look at me. The anger, hurt and regret on her face made me almost forget all the nonsense going on between us and hold her close to ease her pain.
"He'll be here any minute Erik... please, you have to leave."
I couldn't go back to that damn apartment without actually speaking to her. I needed her right now...
"Nette we have to talk. I know you think I'm try to fuck with you, but please I pro-," her hand shot up to silence me.
"Erik, I don't have the time or patience for this! Victor is about to walk through that door any minu-."
"N'jadaka," I cut her off. I was tired of hiding this secret. I had to get it off my mind and I wanted her to be the one that took away the pain. She was the reason I had came all the way to Georgia, she was my peace and my peace was concerned that her new man would come home to see me.
She looked at me confused before asking, "What the hell is that?"
I stand up, walking over to her and grabbing her hand. Her stare softened a bit, but I could still see the hesitation resting on her face.
"That's my real name, Antoinette. The name my father gave me, N'jadaka Udaku," I squeezed her hand tighter, "Like I said, we need to talk."
"N'jadaka...".
She said my name like she was trying to taste every syllable. Her confusion slowly turned to horror as the front door slowly started to open. I quickly, and sadly, let go of her hand to sit on the chair closest to her, trying to avoid the confrontation. For today...
I watched her closely as she stood firm in her place. I was afraid if she tried to walk her legs might give out from the stress of the situation. As he rounded the corner, I got to finally get a good look at him. Designer navy suit jacket with a white v-neck underneath and jeans, fuck boy attire.
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He held a single rose in his hand and he looked happy to see Nette, but I didn't give a single fuck. This was the man that was keeping her away from me and I'd be damned if I didn't let him know it.
Antoinette finally got out of her zombie state and walked over to him smiling brightly. She kissed his cheeks before kissing him firmly on the lips, seeming to forget I was here. Oh hell nah...
I stand and clear my throat, making them both twist their heads in my direction. The nerves washed over Nette's face again as whatever the hell is name was looked curious, more than likely wondering why there was a man sitting alone with his girl in his house. She took his hand which made me sick to my stomach and led him over to me.
The look in her eyes begged me not to say anything crazy, but I couldn't promise that.
"Vic, this is... Erik, an old friend," she says looking up at him. His eyebrows raised at the mention of my name. Guess he heard about me already. He placed his hand out for me to shake, giving me a smug ass smile. Oh Imma put this nigga in his place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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