“Mm-hmm.”
“I don’t . . . ask for . . . much. Be respectful of others . . . be kind . . . don’t embarrass me.”
I untied that shirt and slid my hands inside it. That was when I realized it was a fucking bodysuit. That was okay though. I planned to go in after that shit. Bringing my hands back to the front as I alternated from one nipple to the other, I unbuttoned her shorts. I slid them over her ass, then gripped her cheeks and lifted them slightly.
I pushed her shorts down over her thighs and watched them drop to the floor. Releasing her nipple, I licked up her neck to her mouth. My dick was ready to fuck her up. I was leaking in my boxer briefs. I could feel the wetness against me. Just as I slidmy hand between her legs to unfasten this shit she had on, she backed away.
Her gaze dipped to my crotch area as I grabbed my dick. I pulled my T-shirt off, and she stared at my six-pack abs and pecks. A nigga kept his body on point.
“Seven, we can’t do this.”
I licked my lips and dropped my pants. “Tell my dick that shit.”
She glanced at it, and said, “For real.”
“He can’t hear you. Come closer.”
She rolled her eyes as I pulled my drawers down over my erection. If she turned me down again, I was gon’ fucking jack off right here. I started stroking my dick as I bit my bottom lip. “Iesha, you gon’ let me continue suffering?”
“You didn’t respond to anything I said.”
“What do you want me to fucking say? I’m who the fuck I am. I do what the fuck I want, and I say what the fuck I wanna say. Can I be rude at times? Yeah. But that’s a flaw I embrace. Besides family, ain’t nobody coming for me.” I closed my eyes as I thought about the niggas in Liberty.What the fuck am I doing here?“Fuck it.”
I started jacking my shit off, stroking my shit fast as fuck while staring at her. She covered her breasts with her shirt, but that shit didn’t stop a thing. She had wooden floors, so my nut was going to be all in the cracks of this shit. “Ooooh fuuuck! You could’ve had this shit in your tight ass pussy, showing you what a real dick feel like.”
My frown deepened, and my nut hit the floor. She looked down at the floor, her eyes wide, like she couldn’t believe I did that shit. My face twitched as I stared at her. When the last drop left my dick, I pulled my clothes up that I never stepped out of, then grabbed my shirt from the floor. I put it on then buttoned my jeans.
“Seven, I can’t believe you just did that shit.”
“I can’t believe you let me go that far and then shut me down. So, we both in fucking disbelief. See you around.”
I picked up my gun and put it back in my waistband and walked toward the door.
“I can’t believe I wasted nearly two years of my life with your ass! I’m glad I didn’t give you all of me. You don’t deserve it. I deserve better than this shit, Seven.”
Her voice trembled, and I knew she was about to cry. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I turned around and went to her kitchen to get a paper towel. After wetting it, I went and wiped up my ejaculate. Once I was done and had put it in the trash, I made my way back to the door, doing my best to ignore the tears falling down her cheeks.
“Iesha,” I said, without turning to her. “I really thought you would be the one. If you have a problem with who I am, then this is best. You tryna make me change to who you want me to be.”
“All I want is for you to be more considerate and respectful! If that’s too much to ask, then maybe you right.”
I nodded. This shit hurt. I turned to look at her as my face heated up. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew I had to. I stared at her for a few seconds as I leaned against the door. We couldn’t get it together. Swallowing hard, I said, “I wish I wouldn’t’ve fell in love wit’chu.”
Her eyebrows lifted. Before she could respond, I turned and walked out the door, leaving my heart in there with her.
CHAPTER SIX
IESHA
“He said he wished he wouldn’t have fell in love with me, Ayzjohnna. Then he walked out of the door. He left me in shambles.”
She slowly shook her head. It had been two days since Seven left my place, and I hadn’t recovered from what he did. I couldn’t believe that nigga jacked off on my damn floor! I was so angry and hurt. I was ready to fucking explode on his ass until he said what he said. My tears were only the precursor to me cussing him the fuck out. I didn’t just cry when I was sad. I cried when I was angry as well. That night, I was feeling both emotions at dangerous levels.
Him saying he loved me crippled me. It left me speechless. He came in my apartment, trying to demand sex. I was feeling it, but I wanted to talk first. It was like he was planning to fuck me and leave me. Had I given it up to him and he ghosted me afterward, I would have lost my mind. If I had held out all this time, why would he think I would be cool with a goodbye fuck?
“Iesha, do you love him?”
I rolled my eyes, then took a sip of my drink. After swallowing, I huffed. “Yeah. I don’t know why though, because he gets on my damn nerves.”
