Que was at home with King and Paris, he finally was on his vacation from his job. I can't believe he tried to move us to Atlanta it wouldn't be fair to Walter. I called Walter to let him know I was outside. Walter opened his door.
"You came at a good time I need to talk to you." I walked in his huge house. "Where your fiancé?" I asked. "She left me! I told her about King she just lost it, she threw the ring at me." I seen the sadness in his face.
"Trust me she going to be back because don't nobody want her!" I joked. "How you know that?" "Look at her!" I tried to keep my laughter inside. "I know, I know. I mean King is my first child and I don't regret making him. His eyes starting to turn my color." "Yeah he look more like you, and why you said I came at a good time." I was just curious. "I needed someone to talk too."
I put my head down, "Well I told Que I was at the grocery store, I got to run." Walter grabbed my hand costing me to sit down on his laps. I leaned in for a kiss as he laid me down on the sofa.
"Walter I can't!" He acted as if he didn't hear me and starts to suck on my neck. I could feel him pulling up my dress and taking off my underwear. "Walter!" I slapped him as he stop what he was doing.
"I'm sorry Kristina." "Don't say that! Stop saying you sorry." I seen tears rolling down Walter face. "What you crying for?" I said. "
"Cause my life is screwed! When I bump into you, took time to know you, start having sex with you, and then a baby! This whole thing just got me obsessed with you. I see you in my dreams, when I close my eyes, I picture you and you not there, when I look at Carolyn I see you. I want you." The words shocked me but I still couldn't forget what he said to me.
I wiped his tears from his eyes "I want you too." I said pulling down my panties. I laid back on the sofa as he unbuckle his belt. I placed my lips on his lips as I felt it went inside.
I moaned very low as he start stroking me slowly and then fast. I could feel that I was about to cum. More sweat appeared on his face as he hurried and pulled out.
"I love you." Walter said. "I love you too." I stared at my ring that Que gave me and I knew I had to leave. "I'm sorry Walter, but I can't no longer keep doing this." I place my underwear back on and rushed out his house.
I arrived to my apartment with a lot of grocery bags. "Aww baby I was so worried about you. I thought something terrible happened." Que rushed up to me and hugged me.
"No I had to go to several stores. They ain't have the type of can milk I was looking for." I placed the bags on the counter. "Where my King at?" I asked. "Sleep." I smiled. "What happen to your neck it's all red?" I seen Que coming close. I walked kind of far from him.
"It's nothing, I had a fly on me and I tried to hit it. I end up hitting my neck." I heard Que laugh. "Yeah I hate when that be happening." I seen the look Que gave me when we was much younger. A tear rolled down my eye as I hurried and wiped it off. I felted so guilty, I could tell Que was really in love with me again.
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9:03p.m.
You cheated, you cheated, you cheated, you cheated! "Damn!!!" I yelled. The words constantly kept playing in my head over and over again.A lot of tears start falling out of my eyes. "Kristina what wrong?" Que ran to me. "I'm sorry Que! I'm sorry! I love you." I said. "It's okay, I love you too." Que hugged me tight into his arms.
I broke down crying in guilt as I start kneeling down slowly. "Calm down. I know I did some fuck up shit back then and you don't want to get marry to me because of my pass. It's okay though." "No I do want to marry you. Let's get married fast and moved away to Atlanta like you been talking about." I said fast.
Maybe this can be a new start to leave Walter alone, I'll try. I'm fucking over Que after he came back for me.
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Being A Prostitute
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