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I watched him make his way over to me. Everything began to move in slow motion. There he was in the flesh, it was really him. I felt the muscles in my stomach tense up as he got closer. That same feeling that I used to always get when I was around him. My stomach wasn't the only one feeling some type of way either, my pussy was too. Letting me know she missed him, every bit off him. Everything from his waves to his Rolex watch down to his Jordans was turning me on. Once I saw him in front of me, everyone else in the room disappeared and it was like we were the only ones left. He stood in front of me taking it all in just as I had done to him. He didn't say anything as he put his strong arms around my waist and pulled me into his arms. I slowly snaked my arms around his neck and we shared an embrace. Feeling his breath on neck and his hands on the small of my back made me think about how much I've loved this man ever since I was 14 years old. "Damn Zah", was all her could say before I heard Isaias clear his throat. I silently cursed myself for forgetting he was with me and for not getting Korey's number sooner. I pulled away from him tucking my dark tresses behind my ear as I looked down at the floor. This nigga had me shy and I'm never shy. I heard Isaias clear his throat again and he came over to us wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer to him and further away from Korey.
*Korey's POV*
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I watched some poo-put nigga come up and grab her. Oh, so this is your nigga? I said to her with my eyes and she just put her head down answering my question. I can't even front and say it doesn't hurt seeing her with somebody else. I can't fault her for it though because I pushed her away. I looked her dude, up and down and gave him a nod before looking back at Azahra. I hated to admit it, but they did look good together. But I could just tell by looking at him that he was a square nigga. "Aye take this", I said handing her one of my I-Phones. Fuck that nigga, whoever he was. It's been four long years and Ima get my shorty back no matter what it takes. I turned on the heel of my J's and walked back over to my niggas. I could tell she didn't love that nigga, definitely not the way she loved me. I could still see that shit in her eyes.
