B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 38- Hard-headed

Makyah

He growled in frustration, "Since when did you get so fucking hard-headed?" When it was clear I wouldn't change my mind so easily, he grabbed my wrist. Yanking me towards a door, making me nervous.

Once inside we went down a flight of stairs, we were in a basement. He hadn't once said a word, even as he maneuvered me through the different packages and then into a bedroom which must've been his.

Locking the door behind us, he turned back toward me. "Kyah, I can't tell you what's going on. You gone end up getting hurt and that's the last thing I need to be doing. Worrying about you."

"You promised you wasn't gone leave again and you disappear for a month and some change, Zai." He nodded.

"I know, but I didn't leave I'm still here—"

"You don't even text me back. This could've been avoided had you answered my texts." He groaned again. I didn't care if he was frustrated with me. He should've told me something, anything before going off like that.

Swiftly, he charged towards me. Confused, I took several steps back. I knew he would never hurt me physically, but still, he kinda scared me. Before I could utter a syllable, his lips crashed onto mine.

What?

I pulled away, "You're not slick," I informed him, I knew he was trying to change the subject, but instead, with his hands on my waist, he pulled me back. Kissing me fiercely.

I pulled away, again. "I just got off work."

"And?"

My eyebrow sprung up, "I haven't taken a shower yet."

"Okay? We fuck after you get off work all the time."

"And, you trynna change the subject. I didn't come here for all this."

He pulled his shirt over his head, I could already see his length protruding from his shorts. He pulled me back in his embrace, gripping my ass in his hands.

I'd been telling the truth when I said, I hadn't come to fuck, but now that he'd brought it up, almost two months of frustration sprung to my attention, making my lower belly ache and clench.

Soon enough, I'd rushed out of my clothes before hesitating. "Why can't you just come home? It's too many of your friends upstairs..," I stated unsure.

But when his hand pushed in between my thighs, rubbing my spot, all thoughts had gone sayonara out the door. "Just be quiet and they won't know," he whispered in my ear, huskily.

**

Wasn't long before we were heading back upstairs as I tried my best to make myself appear normal, by running my hands over my clothes and trying to fix my hair.

"Stop fidgeting, you makin it obvious," he warned. "Fuck you."

He grabbed my wrist pulling me back the way we'd come from, "Bet," he grinned. But I wasn't amused, I snatched my arm back. Even though I'd come to check on him and get answers, it seemed I'd gotten everything except answers.

He walked me to the door and even though I was probably imagining it, I was pretty sure I could hear his homeboys snickering in the living room. Childish.

"Look don't come here again. Once I figure this situation out, I'll come back, but for now, all we can do is text, ight?"

"Bu—"

"If I could tell you, I would. Now, go for I bend you over the kitchen counter this time," he warned. "Hit me up when you get home."

As I walked back to my car, my pearl still throbbed from earlier and from the memories of our activities. Now I was really going to need a shower when I got home.