In Love With A Billionaire

B'more.

February 20th,2020

"You sucked his dick under table ?" Taneya asked with her face screwed up.
I wanted to be offended at the disgusted look but I'm grown as fuck, fuck that.
"Uh huh, sure did." I said smiling confidently.
"Ahhh, that's my bitch!" she said as she stuck her tongue out through a toothy smile, coming around my kitchen island to sit next to me.

"So y'all having a second date? You gone do it again?"
"Yes, and hopefully it's in a bed this time." I said matter of factly .

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Later that night, I sat on my couch watching "Good Girls" on Netflix , cuddled up with a nice bottle of Taylor Port and a green bag of Lays. My phone was on DND because it was my night. I just took a nice bath, had on my fuzzy slippers and purple silk robe. My 30 inch frontal wig plaited and in my bonnet, titties hanging. I'm unbothered tonight.

But I personally feel that if you don't check your phone at least once while it's on DND, you're a psycho. Yup, I said it.

I snatched my phone out from under my decorative couch pillow and the screen lit up revealing 60 messages from the group chat with Taneya and Pearl and 4 missed calls from Avery.

Avery doesn't really call me more than once. If anything after the first time the call goes to voicemail , he'll just shoot me a text.

I tapped the notification and from there the phone rang.
"If this motherfucker don't answer this damn phone, interrupting my night off and sh-"
"Hello?" he says, cutting me off before I could go into a full blown rant. I immediately straightened up and reached for the blunt on my coffee table , then lit it.
"Yeah, wassup? You never call more than once so I figured it was imp-"

"Who was that you went out on a date with?"

A long silence prevailed before I uttered these words.
"Beg yo' pardon? Nigga it's 11 at night and you calling about so-"
"I just wanna know who he was. Or is. You still fucking with him?" he cut me off once again.
"Nigga, you gone stop cutting me off . That's one and
two are you asking on some concerned friend shit, or just to know who I'm messing with so you can some way, some how,  twisted it into me "disrespecting" you?" I took a sip of my ice cold wine and placed the glass casually back onto the glass table in front of me.
"Alright, Kelly. You right. Tell me how your date was. I'm tripping. Plus, I genuinely miss catching up with your ass." he laughed a little , but I could still sense the jealousy. Avery and I always been open about our relationship with other people , we told each other everything and it's been that way forever. We never held back any details. Why do that now? He wants to hear, then Ima go ahead and tell him.

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"So you sucked his dick?"
I looked at the camera (we're on FaceTime now) and into his eyes. He sternly stared back.
"Yes, I did."
"You fucked him?" he cocked his head up and looked at me strangely.
"Hmm." he looked away from the camera for a moment.
I let a little air out of my nose and I looked away, shaking my head as I relit my blunt.
"Well did he drive you home?" he broke the silence.

I'm getting a weird vibe.

"Of course, and we're going out again. Wanna go with me to buy an outfit?" I asked.
"Sure, what's the occasion?"
"I'm going to his spoken word. He writes poems and they're so beautiful, I learned so much about him these last few days. He's very interesting, keeps me on my toes, you know ?" I smiled to myself at the thought of Reese, so caught up in my euphoria that I didn't even notice the silence piercing the conversation.
"That's great. I'm glad you're happy. I'm sorry for getting jealous, and I don't mean to sound like no lil' bitch but .. it's the truth. I love you, Kel."