Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Thursday, March 18th, 2021

Ariana 💕

I woke up with a slight headache the next morning. I sit up and look to my left. Kyle was laying in the bed with me, without a shirt on might I add. I know exactly what we did last night and—like I said—I regret it. Maybe not too much, but just enough to not want to do it again. He doesn't deserve this. Winnie doesn't deserve this. I got blinded by the idea of not having sex for over a year and took advantage of that. So many other things played into that, but I really don't feel like listing them right now.

I throw the covers off of me and slip on my panties. I toss on my AC/DC shirt that's laying on the chair in the corner. I went into my attached bathroom and brushed my teeth. I have to get to the studio in a few hours, but until then I can just lounge for a bit. I first need to start with getting this dude out of my bed and on his way home.

I crawl back into the bed, shaking him gently. "Kyle?"

He was knocked. Snoring a bit too. When he snores, I be wanting to suffocate his ass with a pillow. He doesn't snore mad loud, I'm just mean.

"Kyle?" I shake him again. Fucking tree ass motherfucker. "Kyle???"

I whine that last time, which succeeds in waking him up.

"Hmm?" He groans.

"Wake up." I say.

He blinks a few times, before fully waking up. I start to feel uncomfortable under his intense gaze, knowing it makes him feel giddy and shit when I try to shy away from him.

"What's up?" He asks after yawning.

"Your breath stinks." I scrunch up my nose.

He sucks his teeth. "Stop dragging shit and go feed my daughter."

I mean, it's what I planned on doing after waking him up. She was probably up already, waiting on my slow ass to come feed her.

I stand up out of the bed.

"Nice ass." Kyle comments as I walk to the door.

"I'm telling your mother." I call back at him.

"Sniiitch."

I walk into Violet's room. Sure enough, she was wide awake. Molly and Milo were standing guard beside her crib.

"Thank you ladies. You shall be rewarded for your sacrifice." I thank my dogs.

Milo makes a sort of grunting sound and walks out of the room while Molly barks and runs out. I giggle and pick up Violet, kissing her forehead.

"Hungry?" I ask, walking her out of the room and to the kitchen.

I sit her in the high chair and pour some cereal onto her table. She chatters in her baby gibberish while she eats them. I decide now would be a good time to eat my Chinese food. Or I can simply just not eat it now and wait until later. But knowing me, I'll fuss until I do eat something.

"To eat or not to eat? That is the question." I joke.

"You better eat. Out here losing weight through starvation."

I turn to see Kyle walking down the hallway, adjusting the jaw string on his sweats. I roll my eyes and turn back around.

"Dada!!" Violet exclaims, clapping her hands in excitement.

I was too busy heating up my Pork Fried Rice to see what was going on behind me. All I know is that Violet is giggling her little butt off at whatever Kyle must be doing.