whined, laying her head back against my chest.
“Then, why in the fuck are you making me pay for what them grimy ass niggas did? I ain’t them, Ziah.”
“I know.”
“Obviously, you don’t, because you taking that shit out on me, and I’ve done nothing but try to help you and be here for you.”
“I know, Rell, I apologize.” She lifted herself from my chest and looked into my eyes. “You not gone accept my apology?”
“Ion know yet.”
Smiling, she twirled one of my dreads around her pointing finger.
“Can I have you, Alayziah? I’ll treat you good, I promise.”
“Okay, Terrell. You can have me.”
I smiled. “So you my woman?”
“Yes.”
“And, I’m your man?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your woman and you my man, baby.”
“Because you wanna be or because I wore you down?”
She laughed. “Both. Crazy ass nigga.”
“You like it, though.”
“I love it.”
“Cool. Now, get off my lap so I can play you this instrumental I recorded for you. I’m taking you out tonight.”
“Recorded? You mean…”
“I played the piano and guitar and recorded it for you. I think you’re going to love it.”
Her eyes watered. “You did that for me, Terrell?”
“Yeah, baby. I told you I got you. Whatever you need and want I got you. Didn’t I tell you that?”
Biting the inside of her cheek, she nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly before kissing my lips sweetly.
“No problem. Now move.”
Alayziah
Clothes were thrown all over the bed in my hotel. I couldn’t decide what to wear on my date with Terrell for the life of me. Maybe if I knew where we were going that would have helped a little but I was stumped, and it also didn’t help that an unknown number had been blowing my phone up. I couldn’t block it because I didn’t know the number, and I couldn’t cut my phone off because I was expecting a call from Terrell. So, I had to constantly push ignore or let the shit ring and it was aggravating as fuck. My phone began to ring again and I decided to answer.
“Hello?” I yelled.
Silence – then they hung up. I almost threw my phone across the room but I groaned and tossed it on my bed instead.
After staring at the clothes on my bed for thirty more minutes, I took a shower and figured something would pop out at me when I was done. After my shower, I let my body marinate in my apple body butter as I applied some eyeliner, mascara, and nude brown lipstick. I put on a black bustier and boy short set before walking back over to my bed, closing my eyes and deciding to wear the first thing my hand grabbed. It turned out to be a cute white elbow sleeve knee length Bodycon dress. The top was sheer and lace and the back was cut out. I decided to change my lipstick to a pinkish nude color to compliment the pale pink pumps and clutch I was going to wear. I sprayed myself with my apple body mist and With Love by Hillary Duff perfume and unwrapped my hair. I’d flat ironed it earlier and I was rocking it bone straight with a part down the middle.
My phone rang again and I searched through my clothes on the bed to find it. This time, it was Layyah.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Damn. I’m surprised your stubborn ass answered the phone.”
I smiled unwillingly. “What you want, Layyah? I’m getting ready to go out.”
“With Rell?”
“Yeah.”
“Be good to him, Al.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Call me tomorrow… okay?” she continued.
“Fine, Layyah.”
“Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
As I ended the call, Rell was knocking on my door. I stood there paralyzed for a moment. He knocked again. Running my hands down the sides of my dress, I slowly walked towards the door. When I opened it and he grabbed his dick through his pants, I bit my lip and took a step back, took all of him in. Our attire was color coordinated. He was dressed so simply but he looked so good. He had on a pair of wine colored loafers, white slim fitting slacks that showed off his muscular legs
“Then, why in the fuck are you making me pay for what them grimy ass niggas did? I ain’t them, Ziah.”
“I know.”
“Obviously, you don’t, because you taking that shit out on me, and I’ve done nothing but try to help you and be here for you.”
“I know, Rell, I apologize.” She lifted herself from my chest and looked into my eyes. “You not gone accept my apology?”
“Ion know yet.”
Smiling, she twirled one of my dreads around her pointing finger.
“Can I have you, Alayziah? I’ll treat you good, I promise.”
“Okay, Terrell. You can have me.”
I smiled. “So you my woman?”
“Yes.”
“And, I’m your man?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your woman and you my man, baby.”
“Because you wanna be or because I wore you down?”
She laughed. “Both. Crazy ass nigga.”
“You like it, though.”
“I love it.”
“Cool. Now, get off my lap so I can play you this instrumental I recorded for you. I’m taking you out tonight.”
“Recorded? You mean…”
“I played the piano and guitar and recorded it for you. I think you’re going to love it.”
Her eyes watered. “You did that for me, Terrell?”
“Yeah, baby. I told you I got you. Whatever you need and want I got you. Didn’t I tell you that?”
Biting the inside of her cheek, she nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly before kissing my lips sweetly.
“No problem. Now move.”
Alayziah
Clothes were thrown all over the bed in my hotel. I couldn’t decide what to wear on my date with Terrell for the life of me. Maybe if I knew where we were going that would have helped a little but I was stumped, and it also didn’t help that an unknown number had been blowing my phone up. I couldn’t block it because I didn’t know the number, and I couldn’t cut my phone off because I was expecting a call from Terrell. So, I had to constantly push ignore or let the shit ring and it was aggravating as fuck. My phone began to ring again and I decided to answer.
“Hello?” I yelled.
Silence – then they hung up. I almost threw my phone across the room but I groaned and tossed it on my bed instead.
After staring at the clothes on my bed for thirty more minutes, I took a shower and figured something would pop out at me when I was done. After my shower, I let my body marinate in my apple body butter as I applied some eyeliner, mascara, and nude brown lipstick. I put on a black bustier and boy short set before walking back over to my bed, closing my eyes and deciding to wear the first thing my hand grabbed. It turned out to be a cute white elbow sleeve knee length Bodycon dress. The top was sheer and lace and the back was cut out. I decided to change my lipstick to a pinkish nude color to compliment the pale pink pumps and clutch I was going to wear. I sprayed myself with my apple body mist and With Love by Hillary Duff perfume and unwrapped my hair. I’d flat ironed it earlier and I was rocking it bone straight with a part down the middle.
My phone rang again and I searched through my clothes on the bed to find it. This time, it was Layyah.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Damn. I’m surprised your stubborn ass answered the phone.”
I smiled unwillingly. “What you want, Layyah? I’m getting ready to go out.”
“With Rell?”
“Yeah.”
“Be good to him, Al.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Call me tomorrow… okay?” she continued.
“Fine, Layyah.”
“Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
As I ended the call, Rell was knocking on my door. I stood there paralyzed for a moment. He knocked again. Running my hands down the sides of my dress, I slowly walked towards the door. When I opened it and he grabbed his dick through his pants, I bit my lip and took a step back, took all of him in. Our attire was color coordinated. He was dressed so simply but he looked so good. He had on a pair of wine colored loafers, white slim fitting slacks that showed off his muscular legs
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