Delusional

Delusional

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¤ It's funny how humans can rap their minds around things and fit them into their version of reality. ¤ Nothing comes to a dreamer but a dream. For Kailan on the other hand imagination was the key to life. Although one night she was slighty confused about whether or not what she saw was imagination or reality. ¤ Kailan the 20-year-old laidback yet curious dreamer always wondered when she'd be the one to get her dream man. She never thought that she would even be close to finding Mr. Right. ¤ That is until she met Christopher Brown a dream that swept her off her feet and slowly made it's way into her life. ¤ Christopher Brown was a mysterious lover with an unusual background. He was sexy, flirtatious, and confident but he had a deep dark secret that no one knew about. Now that Kailan has entered his life will the secret unfold? Will it destroy the relationship between the two?
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"Bestie!?", he called. 'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom. "Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulling her body against his. 'Man, just leave me alone, Chris', she responded vehemently. "You mad at me", he stated leaning down placing a kiss to her forehead. 'Ya damn skippy', she agreed. He sighed, "What can I do to make it up to ya? You know I ain't sorry, but I don't like fa ya ass to be mad at me. You know I love you, right?", he asked. She did not say anything. "Right?", he asked, arms tightening around her. 'I guess, now let me go', she grumbled trying to unwind his arms from around her. He kissed his teeth, "You guess? Don't fuckin' play wit' me, Mor", he said staring down at her, nostrils flaring. If there was one thing he hated for sure it was when she doubted his love for her and she knew this. She rolled her eyes being done with this conversation. She just wanted to lie down on her comfortable bed and wallow in her misery for a little while without the very cause of it being in her presence. They, Chris, a couple of friends, and her were out chillin' when she was approached by a cute guy. They were talking when Chris approaches them hanging all over her and ran him off. She just wanted to find someone. She felt like she was ready to love someone deeper than platonically, but now she feels like she probably never will with Chris around. This isn't the first time he has done this either. It is actually around the fifth and she is fed up with his shit. She found herself on her bed with Chris on top of her lying between her legs kissing on her neck. 'Stop', she breathed shoving at his shoulders. "You still mad?", he asked in between kisses. She grunted in annoyance, 'Stop', she ordered, but he continued. "Then no", he denied then proceeded to fuck her back to sleep.

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