Love Game

Mind of It's Own

(Michael)

3 days later

I cut my eyes at Chris who just wouldn't shut the hell up. Yes, I am aware that I'm a huge fuck up. I don't need to be reminded every three minutes. "Ty man, forreal getcho' ass up and start thinking!" I rolled my eyes, because that was stupid. What the fuck do you think I've been doing for the past two weeks, is what I wanted to say, but I refrained. I grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned the tv up more. Today was Monday and I was nervous as shit, not too much scared, just nervous. I mean I was curious too, like why did he insist on me of all people to help him? What could he possibly need me for? I snatched the questions from my head and pretended to be entertained in the show playing.

I knew Chris had only the best intrest at heart since he recently lost his only brother and now his sister was in some shit; my shit. But him constantly on my back made it fairly hard for me to concentrate and that was what I lacked most, concentration. I couldn't help but to think about Alexis and how she and Chris were related all this time though.

I shook my head at her hypocrisy. She made it seem like I was the only one with problems, when she didn't even know who all her daddy nutted in. And that may have sounded harsh, but it's the truth. "Aight. Fuck this nice guy act. I swear to God Ty if I gotta go to another funeral I'm blowing shit. You my nigga, but I can't take this no more. I'm stressed the fuck out too, trying to find out who killed ya brother ain't at all third grade math," He grabbed his phone and keys, meanwhile still continuing his rant. "take a minute to think of someone besides yourself sometimes." I nodded, still not responding.

Maybe he was right I mean, everyone I came across tells me the same thing. I'm selfish, and I think everything is about me. To be honest, it felt like I was the last person it was about though. I sighed and closed my eyes once I heard the front door slam shut. I grabbed my phone and turned my home alarm on, forcing myself to sleep. A little tune that I heard earlier in the week circled my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to forget about her, something always came and reminded me of her ways. (Song should be in the mm >.>)

(Alexis)

I laid my naked torso on Tristan's chest, exhausted. All week we've been cooped up in his room, fucking like some energizer bunnies.

I figured that a little intercourse would bring us closer together. I guess it worked. He hasn't had any 'family emergencies', and he was hardly ever on his phone that rang about 3 times a minute. In these three days I've realized how great of a man Tristan actually was. Lately I've been so warped in Michael that I forgot how much Tristan actually meant to me. He was sweet.

Tristan gripped my hips, pulling me up to eye level. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, moving hair out of my face. I smiled at him, and pecked his lips. "How amazing you are." Both of his eyebrows raised and a huge cheeky grin covered his face. "Well if I'm so amazing. Why you give me that half hearted ass kiss?"

He covered my face and neck in nasty wet kisses causing giggles to spill out of my mouth. He started to tickle my sides and I lost all control.

Anyone who knows me, know that I'm the most ticklish person ever. I squirmed around in his grasp, and the fact that we were both naked as fuck made the situation that much harder. "Sto-stop nasty." I yelled, trying to run away. He attempted to bite my nipple but I kept moving. "Let me gooo··· Pleaase." I hated how ticklish I was. I couldn't even breathe I was laughing so hard. "Nah, bae chill out." I shook my head no, pressing my lips to his. I nibbled on his bottom lip, as his hands slipped down to my ass cheeks. I ran my hand up and down his chest, trailing to his shaft. My fingers circled the tip getting him hard all over again. I keep trying to tell this nigga not to fuck with me. He doesn't want to listen? Let the games begin. Besides, I asked him nicely to stop.

"You like that baby?" I asked, with a seductive smirk on my face. I balled my hand into a loose fist around his dick, attempting to quickly ejaculate him. My mouth moved from his mouth, to the side of his neck while quiet moans slipped though his lips . How can words even describe how I was feeling, his moans turned me on just that much more.

I ran my tounge behind his ear, watching excitedly as his body shuttered underneath my touch. Being in control really excited me. I licked and sucked on his neck, making sure to leave a mark. At least now bitches will know he's taken.

After making a few more love marks on his neck, I trailed my kisses lower, 1 kiss on his cheek. 2 licks to his shoulder. 1 kiss to his left nipple, 3 bites diagonally down his chest. Then 1 circle around his belly button that drove him crazy. His hand that was once rested behind his peanut head, attached to my hair, attempting to speed my pace up. I continued to go slow, still stroking his dick in my hand. I flicked my tounge up and down his v line, looking into his eager eyes. He look mesmerized almost, once my tounge licked his pink tip.

I popped my mouth off, giggling. The look on his face was priceless. He looked confused. "The fuck you doing A?" I shrugged, plopping down on the bed. "I'm actually really tired." I got under the covers, and laid my head under his.

Tristan huffed, pushing me off. He got up and walked to the bathroom with a attitude. I bit my lip. "Aw, don't be like that." I whined, pouting. He looked at me with a straight face, causing both of us to burst out laughing. "Fuck you girl." He flipped me off and walked into the bathroom.

I rolled over onto my stomach, and grabbed my phone from off the charger. I immediatly had a flashback of Eric killing that man; my brother. I couldn't get his smile out of my head. I couldn't get him struggling to breath out of my mind. I could have prevented it all had I listened to Chris. Chris, I need to tell him but I'm afraid of what Eric might do to him. Matter of fact, I was afraid of what Chris would do to him, what I would do to him, what Michael and Alisha would do had I mentioned him choking me.

Three tears involuntarily strolled down my cheek. Fuck this crying shit cuz' I'm too strong willed to let some nigga strong arm me.

I wiped my tears off of my Galaxy's screen {A/N Iphones are waay too small. I love galaxies lol} and clicked my instagram app. I scrolled through my newsfeed first, stopping at a tagged photo of me. I clicked on the link and it brought me to a picture of Alisha. Chris and I were in the background laughing.

I smiled, wondering when the picture was taken. It had to have been a throwback. I double tapped, and started reading the 21 comments. I'm nosy so what.

The first twelve comments belonged to a guy and Alisha going back and forth.

I squinted my eyes at the second comment in particular.