Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 19: Part 2

Delaine

          I stood in the bathroom, flat ironing my hair. It was the last thing I was doing before going back to my apartment. I didn’t mean to stay so long at Alicia and Chris’s place, but shit happens.

            45 missed calls. 24 messages and 17 texts that I didn’t answer, all from Michael.

            I plugged out the iron and waited till it cooled down to put it with my bag.

            I heard the front door open and close before I heard Alicia squeal.

            “Baby, where you been?” Alicia said to Chris.

            “Why is he here?” She shouted.

            “Because it’s my house too, Alicia I can invite whoever I want.”

            “But, you know Delaine’s here.” She defended.

            “ That’s why I brought him here.”

            I took a deep breath and stepped outside the bathroom.

            Alicia, Chris, and Michael were standing by the front door.

            They turned to me when I entered.

            Michael looked so different. He didn’t look like his normal self.

            He just stared at me for a few seconds.

“Hey, Dee.” Michael finally choked out.

I waved.

“How you been?” He asked.

“I’ve been better.” I answered, laughing darkly. I glanced over to Chris and Alicia who were just staring at both of us. Michael gave them the head nod telling them to leave.

“Well, then.” They said, walking out of the room.

I sat on the couch and he sat next to me.

“Delaine, I’m really sorry.”

“You’ve said that, in the umpteen calls and messages you sent me.” I responded.

“I really mean it though.” He said looking into my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. I know what you’re sorry for and it’s not the fact that you had sex with her. It was the fact that I caught you.”

He twisted his mouth to the side.

“You know, when we first started dating, you told me that you wouldn’t put me in harm’s way or hurt me and I believed you. How stupid of me, right?”

“Delaine, I’m really sorry.”

“I’ve been a mess for the past week and all you can say is I’m sorry.”

“You don’t think I’ve been a mess too? Look at me!” He shouted.

“I look like shit. I haven’t been able to eat, or sleep knowing that I hurt you.”

“Oh, bullshit. You wasn’t worried about hurting me when you had that Chyna ho bouncing on your dick.”

“Fuck you, Delaine.”

“Now you think that’s appropriate. What Blac Chyna’s not available?” I spat.

He chewed on the inside of his mouth.

“I came here to work things out with you. So, we can put this all in the past. But, you want to make it front and center and for what?”

“Because, you hurt me. When we started dating I just came out of a relationship with someone that cheated on me with multiple girl. I thought you were different.”

“And I am.” He defended.

“How are you different, Michael? You did the same exact thing Jordan did.”

“Because, I am remorseful. I hate that I made you cry and I just want to be in good terms with you again. Jordan didn’t give a flying fuck about your emotions, he did what he wanted, when he wanted.”

Tears started welling in both of our eyes.

“I miss you, baby.” He admitted.

“I miss you, too.”

He got close to my face and kissed me, long and hard.

I kissed him back and we made out for a couple of minutes. I climbed on top of him and held his face in my hands.

He hands started roaming my body and landed on my ass. He squeezed it and pulled my body closer to his.

His erection built under me as my tongue pushed into his mouth. I nibbled on his bottom lip and slightly pulled on it with my teeth.

I moaned softly. His hands worked under my dress, pulling it up. I lifted my arms over my head and he took my dress off.

My titts bounced back into place. Michael’s eyes marveled at my erect nipples.

He took one into his mouths and swirled his tongue slowly around my nipples. His other hand twisting my other nipple around.

I moaned as my land down under became soaked.

He laid me down on the couch and slid my panties off.

He kissed me with hunger and unbuttoned his pants. His dick exploded out of his pants.

He licked his hand and rubbed the head of his cock before shoving it inside me.

I moaned through gritted teeth. He kept pumping his length inside me.

“Mmm. Yes, baby.”

“Shhhh.” He put his hand over my mouth and started thrusting faster and harder into me.

My walls gripped tight on his dick. I knew I was about to cum.

My toes curled up as his thrusted even harder into me.

With one last push, I was over the edge, falling into my orgasm.

Michael pulled out of me and sat down on the couch. His breathing as heavy as mine.

I reached for my underwear that was on the floor and put in into place on my hips. Then, I put on my dress.

He put on his clothes too.

“So, what does this mean?” He asked, putting his shirt on.

“What do you mean?”

“Are we together again, or no.”

I looked into his eyes because they were watching me so intently. I shook my head.

“No? Why not.” He questioned.

“Because, I still don’t know how I feel.” I explained.

“What? We just had sex in our friend’s house and you don’t know how you feel?”

I looked away.

“Figure out what the fuck you want, Delaine. You’re indecisiveness is going to ruin what we’ve built.”

He opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind him. I put my head in my hands.

The door to Alicia’s bedroom opened. She stood there with wide eyes.

“Well, shit.”

I rolled my eyes and got my bag.

“Bye. I gotta go.”

“So, you just gonna fuck on my couch and not clean it up? It’s cool.” She quipped.

I rolled my eyes again and went to help her clean up.