"Open the door. Open the fucking door. Aight, just remember I ain't want it to go down like this."
Before I could even fully process his statement a gun shot rang out causing me to scream. Another loud bang proceeded after the shot, too scared to o...
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Rio
I walked down the hallway to India's room, she goes home tomorrow. Things have been good between us the last few days. We've gotten along pretty well. But the renovations on her house are finished so there's no reason for her to stay anymore. I hired a crew to repair the damage that was caused by my impromptu visit. I mean it's her fault all that shit got destroyed but I'm a generous person. In fact, I'm in the mood to exhibit some more generosity.
I walked into India's bedroom and she glanced up at me through her eyelashes, looking away from her laptop. "You can't just walk in here unannounced."
"I own the place ma, I can do what I want." I shrugged my shoulders taking a seat at the foot of her bed.
She rolled her eyes dramatically causing her glasses to fall to the bridge of her nose. She always looks so cute wearing them.
"Did you put Avalon to bed?"
"Yeah, she's knocked out."
"Mmkay..." She pushed her glasses back up with her index finger, "You can leave now."
I shook my head, letting out a humorless chuckle. Ignoring her I pulled my shirt off over my head, tossing it on to her floor somewhere. "It's your last night here, babygirl. I'm sleeping with you, ya know for old times sake or whatever."
"No you're not, get out Rio." India unpaused the show she was watching on her laptop in an attempt to drown me out.
"Shittttt you're not the only one who loves Olivia Pope." I climbed into the bed next to her pulling her body in between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her waist snuggly in case she decided to be difficult.
"Just cause you're girlfriend's not here doesn't mean I forgot that you had one." I smacked my lips at her comment, she makes everything harder than it needs to be.
"I don't have a girlfriend. Just shut your ass up and watch the show." I pinched her bare thigh, she let out a squeal before settling back against my chest. "Good girl." I mused kissing her head.
"Nigga please, I'm not a fucking dog."
"You shouldn't use that word."
India turned around to look me in the eye, "Honey, I'm Black. I can use nigga as much as I please. You on the other hand: that's a hard no." She made a point to emphasize the very word I told her not to say.
I stared down at her inspecting her features, "You're so damn stubborn."
"Yeahhhh. It's one of my most lovable traits."
"You're right." Lifting her chin I planted a kiss on her soft lips.
India deepened our kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck as I slid my hands down to her perky little ass. I smiled against her lips because I figured she would do something like this. Attentiveness is what she finds attractive, it's what turns her on. I'm not ashamed that I know how to work her and right now she's right where I want her. She straddled my thigh, sucking on my bottom lip her hips bucking up unconsciously.
