JOURNEY TO LOVE

JOURNEY TO LOVE

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 13, 2015
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I am standing in the door way of the wardrobe wearing Victoria Secret’s black Dream Angels Luxe embroidered flyaway babydoll, but I hide it with a bathrobe. He is sitting on the bed talking to someone on phone. I clear my throat and his eyes land on me. I drop the robe down and I can feel shock in his eyes. His jaw drops and he stutters on the phone. “ I…I…I umm I’ll call you in the morning. I’ve gotta go. Bye.” He keeps his phone aside and stands slowly walking towards me, stopping two feet away. Dazed he asks me “What are you wearing?” I move closer, I put my hand on his chest and hold his shirt, I whisper in his ear “A change baby.” I start to unbutton his shirt. One two three, strip off his shirt and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer by my waist. He leans in to kiss me but I put my finger on his lip. “Not so fast bad boy.”
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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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