This Thing We Call 'Love' |Slumptacion

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Stokeley

I feel used. This man just used me like a personal sex doll for the third time this week and everytime I bring up a relationship, he turns it down and says he isn't ready.

"Jahseh, I can't keep doing this. I want us to be together and you just want to have sex," I said as I pulled my pants up.

"I mean I told you earlier that I dont want to be in no relationship right now cause I'm trying to find myself," he shook his head. "No one told tell you to fuck me. Three times."

"Nigga yo- okay," I shook my head. "Well I'm not doing this anymore. Find someone else to fuck," I shook my head as I looked around on the floor for my shirt.

"Bet," He chuckled. "I thought you'd have a problem with that but since you don't, I will."

"Jah if you dont want to be with me then why do you care what I would have a problem with?" I looked at him. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you love me, but you wont let yourself love me. Even though you know we work, we belong together, and you still push me away. Cause if I left right now and found someone else, that would break your heart. Just like it would break my heart if you really went and found someone else to fuck," I sighed.

"Well maybe I want you to know what it feels like to be betrayed, cause after all I have put up with, I have never cheated on you or done anything to threaten our relationship, but you have. More than once. So maybe I want you to know how that feels," he shrugged.

"I don't think thats true," I said as I looked down at his small figure.

"I think maybe you should go," He said. "I'm going out with Jared and Michael and Gazzy and Omar."

"I love you, Jahseh," I sighed.

"Thank you," he looked down at his new outfit he had spread on his bed.

"I'll be back at like noon to get Alaia to go shopping tomorrow," I said as I walked out of his room.

Four hours later..