STREET FIGHTER • Stephan James

STREET FIGHTER • Stephan James

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"Hello kitten are you lost" the tattooed man said sinking down to my size "N-no" I say with no confidence or strength in my voice it's like a single look into his eyes took m way from my problems with one look "Then why are you out here alone my I ask" he says will anger in his voice staring into my soul "My friend is right there" I say pointing to my friends table "Aw well who's the guy" he says getting more angry "Uh that's my bestfriends boyfriend there cute together" I say giggling "Well who do you look cute with?" He says more interestingly "I'm not 'dating'to anyone ya know momma wont let me she thinks that I will get my heart 'bRoKiN' an she says I don't know much about boys to even have a boyfriend so no one I look cute with no one..." "yes you do" he says standing tall "Huh" I say back in confusion "Me"he says staring into my eyes
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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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