Shani
I danced around the kitchen as the turkey bacon I had put on the stove began to sizzle. My spirits higher than Redman at the 1995 Source Awards. Blasting Teyana Taylor HYWI as I made us breakfast.
I gyrated my hips as I began to whish the eggs I had just broken into a large mixing bowl.
Tell me what you want (oh)
Tell me what you want (oh)
I sang as Michaels hands slowly wrapped around my waist. The scent of his cologne filling my nose as he pulled my against his firm chest from behind.
I began to wind against him as I continued to sing.
Tell me what you want (oh)
Tell me what you want (oh)
I could feel him growing hard just beneath the white towel wrapped neatly around his waist. His hands slowing creeping from my waist and up my shirt. I shivered as his cold fingers traveled from my stomach to my breast. Him firmly taking them into his rough hands.
Wrapping his fingers around my now hard nipples and quickly pinching them. "Slow down there buddy." I said just as he placed his full thick juicy lips against my neck. Swiftly turning around in the process. Causing him to grab my waist and roughly snatch me into the air before sliding me down his chest and sitting me on the counter. Causing my bare cheeks to make a loud clapping noise against the granite counter tops. "I don't have time." I mumbled as he once again placed his face into the crook of my neck.
"Make time." He whispered leaning further into me. Placing his hands on the edge of the counter.
"Mikeee." I whined placing my right hand on his left shoulder and pushing him away. "C'mon now." I said sliding off the counter and placing a soft peck on his cheek before heading over to attend the bacon on the stove.
"Tell me again why I can't go with you." He said as I turned over the bacon.
"Michael we already talked about this." I said over my shoulder. Taking the plate to the right of the stove into my hand and removing the now crisp bacon. Before heading over to the kitchen island and grabbing the bowl of eggs. Michael still standing there hard as ever with a mean mug on his gentle face.
"And I still don't understand why I can't go." He huffed causing me to roll my eyes as i poured the eggs into the nonstick skillet.
"I don't want people to think you're the reason I'm getting this opportunity. I've worked too hard to have people minimalize my success due to the fact that I'm Michael B. Jordan's girlfriend!" I huffed turning to face him. Being a little more honest than before about why he couldn't go in the first place.
His brows furrowed as he gathered his thoughts. I turned around to scramble the eggs. "Shani I don't care what people think. I just want to support you." He whispered once again placing his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck as i turned off the ire.
"I know baby." I admitted now feeling a bit guilty. "I just dreamed of this my whole life and I feel like if they see you they won't be honest with me." I admitted turning to face him.
Michael and I had been going hard ever since the Dani incident. Which was more than a year ago. He refused to let me go home so his home quickly became mine. I've been here ever since. Over time our relationship blossomed. And it's safe to say I'm his. Couldn't imagine being anybody elses.
My book was released and immediately became a hit. And today was the day i showed a group of producers a short film adaption of my book for consideration. If they liked it then it could become a major production.
