" Who are you? " he asks. Looking around the smoke filled room I answer as honestly as I could. " I don't know. " he smiles his sideways smirk and leans forward and whispers in my ear " Let me help you find out. "
"Wake up sleepy head." I hear, followed by someone pulling my hair. I open my eyes and see Rose sitting on top of me still naked.
"I'm up and enjoying the view might I add." I try to sit up and she pushes me back down and holds both sides of my face.
"We need to talk." I can tell she nervous because she's squirming on top of me making me hard once again.
I grab a hold of her waist trying to keep her still. "Calm down girl. What is it?"
"Dave." She pauses. "Can I be real with you?."
I'm confused she ain't never shy bout nothing. I hope she ain't pregnant I have been raw dogging. "Fasho What's on ya mind."
She climbs off of me and and pulls me up with her. "I think it's bout time we stop doing this. It's going on 2 weeks now and I feel you're just swimming in depression. You need to go out. Get a real relationship. Stop drinking and smoking."
I smack my teeth. "Man gone somewhere. If you don't wanna fuck no more just say that."
"As your fucking friend. I'm obligated to tell you the truth. And nigga this is sad." She starts putting on her clothes.
"Yea whatever." I lean over and take a drink from the bottle.
"Aye chill." She takes the bottle from me. "Why you drinking like this anyways. Ever since you been hanging out with ole girl you been straight."
She been pressin a nigga to get with Chelsea since I told her about her. "We just friends. We fucked once and we go out every now and then nothing special."
I get up and start putting on my clothes. She stops me with her hand on my chest. "Why you drinking again?"
Sighing I sit back down. "Look. My ex sent her birthday invitations out and I got."
"Okay. And..." she says dragging the word out crossing her arms across her chest.
"Ion know if I wanna go or not." I take the bottle back from her and chug some before she snatches it back.
"Yes nigga you going. And you gonna take ya new bitch. Period."
"Why you can't come ma." I grab her waist and pull her to me.
"I have somewhere else to be nigga. You not special. You act like you don't like the girl."
She pauses. "Well do you?"
We been kicking it for 2 weeks without fucking. She bad as fuck. Beautiful. Cooking a nigga breakfast and shit. Making sure a nigga made it home safe. Real laidback with a little accent. Smart too.
I rub my face and shrug. "Ion know."
"Nigga yes you do." She laughs.
"Ight Ight. I'm feelin her and what." I say mugging
"And." She punches me. "Give her a shot."
"So you done fuckin with me?" At least she ain't pregnant.
"I'm done fucking you." She leans on the bed and straddles me causing my dick to get hard.
Fuck.
"But let that bitch know if I want." She grabs my throat and slowly starts to kiss me while grinding down on me. "I can come back and take you Ight?"
She gets up and sits across from me on her phone.
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