to lift his heavier body off of my smaller and petite one. Once I got him off I slapped the taste out of his mouth. "Gino you never put your hands on me before and trust me you're not going to start now. I never question you about where you go so don't fucking question me. Oh and if you ever call me out of my name again then you can kiss my black ass as it walks out the damn door."
"B---b---bae. You know I was just playing." He slurred his words and began to laugh hysterically as if Kevin Hart had just stood adjacent to him and told him the funniest joke in the world.
"Are you drunk?" I questioned.
"No-----yeah." He declared and began to laugh again.
"You know what. I'm sick and tired of this. You're never home and when you are you're either drunk or fucking high. I know you out there messing around on me too. But because I love you I always stick around no matter what. I even went to jail for your ass when you almost got caught but what have you ever done for me? Not a damn thing. I don't even know why I'm still with you."
"I----."
"Save it. I just need to clear my head." I said as I wiped a lone tear.
As I walked out the door I left Gino standing there speechless. I chuckled to myself. "Damn I need to be an actress." I knew that would get me out of the house. Now I needed some dick. But whose dick is the question. I pulled out my cellular phone and scrolled down the contacts until it landed upon the right number.
***
Putting on a fresh pair of panties after I evacuated the shower, after having sex with him, I leisurely exited the bathroom to come across Jordan sitting in a chair on his balcony clad in a pair of red, white, and blue polka dot boxers smoking a blunt. His chest that was exposed for all the world to see----or shall I just say exposed for the whole neighborhood to see---was far from the term "Bird's chest.”
He was just it. The definition of sexy, attractive, or good-looking; whatever you want to call him. If I wasn't in love with Ryan, and didn't have love for Gino then he would be mines. His bedroom game is on point. With a capital T. He's also sweet and charming.
I grabbed a pair of his boxers that were way too big for my small frame and one of his over-sized T-shirts to cover my nude body. My arms wrapped around his neck from behind and he massaged my cold skin with his warm soft hands. No words were spoken. We just simply enjoyed each other's company. I had to be the dummy to break the silence.
"Do you---still love me?" I implored.
Jordan removed the blunt from his pink stained lips before vocalizing the word "Huh?"
"I said do you still love me?" I repeated. I knew I shouldn't have asked.
He pulled me around so that I was now facing him. His dark brown, semi hazel orbs glaring deeply into my very own. "What do you mean do I still love you? Of course I do."
"No Jordan. That's not what I mean. I know you love me but are you still in love with me. We both know what I'm talking about." I said prior to swallowing the huge lump in my throat. "A long time ago when you and I were sneaking around behind Kiara's back you said that you were falling for me but you couldn't do that to her because she had your heart and you loved her too much to hurt her. That's why you ending things between us. So I want to know--- do you still love me?"
"I never did. I mean yes we fucked like three or four times but I don't recall telling you that I was falling for you or that I was in love with you. No offense but you can never be Kiara. Nobody can. She was the best thing that ever happened to me and I let my dick get in the way. So sorry if that isn't the answer that you were expecting but I love you yes. But I'm not IN LOVE with you."
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm---." I cut Jordan off midsentence.
"You saying that I'm just a hoe right."
"What the fuck are you talking about Princess. I never said that. Don't twist my words." Jordan began to grow angry.
"Whatever Jordan. I can read between the lines. I'm just
"B---b---bae. You know I was just playing." He slurred his words and began to laugh hysterically as if Kevin Hart had just stood adjacent to him and told him the funniest joke in the world.
"Are you drunk?" I questioned.
"No-----yeah." He declared and began to laugh again.
"You know what. I'm sick and tired of this. You're never home and when you are you're either drunk or fucking high. I know you out there messing around on me too. But because I love you I always stick around no matter what. I even went to jail for your ass when you almost got caught but what have you ever done for me? Not a damn thing. I don't even know why I'm still with you."
"I----."
"Save it. I just need to clear my head." I said as I wiped a lone tear.
As I walked out the door I left Gino standing there speechless. I chuckled to myself. "Damn I need to be an actress." I knew that would get me out of the house. Now I needed some dick. But whose dick is the question. I pulled out my cellular phone and scrolled down the contacts until it landed upon the right number.
***
Putting on a fresh pair of panties after I evacuated the shower, after having sex with him, I leisurely exited the bathroom to come across Jordan sitting in a chair on his balcony clad in a pair of red, white, and blue polka dot boxers smoking a blunt. His chest that was exposed for all the world to see----or shall I just say exposed for the whole neighborhood to see---was far from the term "Bird's chest.”
He was just it. The definition of sexy, attractive, or good-looking; whatever you want to call him. If I wasn't in love with Ryan, and didn't have love for Gino then he would be mines. His bedroom game is on point. With a capital T. He's also sweet and charming.
I grabbed a pair of his boxers that were way too big for my small frame and one of his over-sized T-shirts to cover my nude body. My arms wrapped around his neck from behind and he massaged my cold skin with his warm soft hands. No words were spoken. We just simply enjoyed each other's company. I had to be the dummy to break the silence.
"Do you---still love me?" I implored.
Jordan removed the blunt from his pink stained lips before vocalizing the word "Huh?"
"I said do you still love me?" I repeated. I knew I shouldn't have asked.
He pulled me around so that I was now facing him. His dark brown, semi hazel orbs glaring deeply into my very own. "What do you mean do I still love you? Of course I do."
"No Jordan. That's not what I mean. I know you love me but are you still in love with me. We both know what I'm talking about." I said prior to swallowing the huge lump in my throat. "A long time ago when you and I were sneaking around behind Kiara's back you said that you were falling for me but you couldn't do that to her because she had your heart and you loved her too much to hurt her. That's why you ending things between us. So I want to know--- do you still love me?"
"I never did. I mean yes we fucked like three or four times but I don't recall telling you that I was falling for you or that I was in love with you. No offense but you can never be Kiara. Nobody can. She was the best thing that ever happened to me and I let my dick get in the way. So sorry if that isn't the answer that you were expecting but I love you yes. But I'm not IN LOVE with you."
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm---." I cut Jordan off midsentence.
"You saying that I'm just a hoe right."
"What the fuck are you talking about Princess. I never said that. Don't twist my words." Jordan began to grow angry.
"Whatever Jordan. I can read between the lines. I'm just
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