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“I have bipolar disorder. Sometimes I go into deep depression, and I end up feeling and believing the fucked-up things that people tend to tell me about myself.” I left out the fact that Jarei was the person that told me all of those mean things. “I, umm, take medicine. I like feeling pain just to snap me into reality and I know it's not something healthy, so I take medicine to boost my moods. When I want to feel happy and energized for my one-year-old.”

I guess I felt opened enough to tell him about my personal problems since he was telling me about his. I never met someone that battled with their mental so it made me feel super comfortable.

“All yo nigga gotta do is fuck you hard and make it painfully good. There’s your pain right there, Ma. Or does he do that for you?” he stood from leaning against the counter and neared me again. I trembled a little and tilted my head back to stare into his eyes. My goodness he was so tall and so close to me that I smelled whatever intoxicating fragrance he had on. His voice was so heavy and thick with a dash of smoothness to it.

Him speaking about sex, something that I wasn’t getting at home seemed to heighten all of my senses. He was dominating and irresistible even, I needed to get away from him. I don’t know why I opened up and admitted to my problems. He had a determined look to solve any problem that I told him.

“Matthew.” His thick voice seemed to caress my lady parts.

“Huh?” he rumbled a low sexy laugh.

“My name is Matthew.” He held his hand out and I slowly took it into mine. Something transpired between the both of us soon as my hand landed in his and I jolted a little, blinking rapidly, I took my hand out of his.

“Let me get you home, Praylah. I think we had a great introduction to each other, for now.” He smiled and my heart sped up rapidly, his teeth were super white and perfectly aligned. This man was dangerous, trouble that I didn’t need and the fucked-up part about it was I felt there was no escaping him because he was my boss.

Chapter Six

PRAYLAH

The entire ride, it was hard for me to keep my eyes off of Matthew. We pulled a couple of houses down from my house and he wiped his hand over his mouth then look over at me with an intense look. My heart slammed against my ribs as he offers me a pensive questioning look.

“This not your house.” He smirked and turned a little in his seat to look me over. I shifted uncomfortably but didn’t want him to sense that I was lying.

“Umm, how do you know?” This man was really driving me crazy and didn’t even know it.

“Umm...” he mocked me then smiled. “You love saying umm when you nervous, huh?” He reached over, I flinched and a rough chuckle escaped his thick lips. He pulled a piece of my hair softly and released it letting it bounce back in place.

“I know exactly where you live, I already looked into that. I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt to lead me to the right house. I hope you don’t think you having a man at home can deter me from anything, Pray.” Licking his top row of perfect teeth. I reach down between my legs for my purse, my grasp is tight from all this anticipation of what he will surprise me with next.

“I wouldn’t stalk you, unless you owed me some shit. I wouldn’t hurt or fuck you without permission either, Praylah. To subdue a woman is all about control, I don’t control you yet so I can’t subdue you. Its just a little comical because I can smell you, literally.” I didn’t know what the hell he was even talking about but it seemed like my body did.

“You’re a submissive and sweet woman, a good girl. Whoever your man is, is lucky as fuck but his luck is running out fast. No woman that appears the way you appear, should be relying on public transportation. Your nails, hair and feet should be done and a constant glow from being dick down properly should shine as bright as the sun and fuckin’ moon.” Matthew’s deep accented voice slides across my skin like silk and wraps itself around me.

I was so speechless, the only thing that I could offer him was a soft sigh. Placing his car and drive, he didn’t say anything else as he drove further down my street and stopped right in front of my house. Placing his car in park, he looked over at me, as I swallowed down all nervousness. It felt like my breath was stuttering as he sucked me into his deep gaze. His eyes, I can’t even explain it properly, but his eyes had a haunting chill to its beauty that held my gaze to his. Its hard to break and before I know it, his hands are somewhere they don’t belong.

I’m so wrong for this and I feel shameful, but I can’t find my voice to save my life. My stomach clenches, our attraction is sky high. His hands descend down my pants, past my stomach that’s protecting my most prized possession. Not seeming to care, Matthew smoothly but boldly pushes past the stranger boundary and slide his middle finger down my slit purposely bumping against my swollen clit.

Finally, being pushed back into reality, I grab his forearm to stop him, shaking my head no from being petrified at the mere feeling and sensations running through me. My body wouldn’t stop trembling from the bold move he made. Surprisingly, he stopped and then removed his callous hand from between my thick thighs. Chuckling, he gets out the car and slams the door shut. I watch him walk around to the passenger side and open up my door with the hand that he just had between my legs behind his back.

Once I step out the car, he brings that hidden hand around to the front of us and licks his moist finger. Grunting, then licking again, his gaze hit mine with a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes.

“You gone be my sugar mommy, so fucking sweet, satisfying as fuck to taste. Keep that pussy in a safe place for me. I’ll see you soon Praylah.” He walked away leaving me standing there gasping for air. That was the weirdest encounter of my life, it left me forgetting that Jarei was home waiting for us to have this grand conversation that could get us back right with our relationship.

I turned away from Matthew’s car with a massive flood between my thighs. With each step I took, my pussy felt slippery like it wanted to fall right from being attached to me and chase right after Matthew and jump on him for the deliverance he was offering.

Shaking my head and saying a silent prayer, I didn’t turn around to look back at Matthew’s car. I could still hear the low rumble of his engine behind me. Reaching inside my purse, I fished for my keys and entered my house. Feeling relieved to get far away from my boss who had me still shaken up from our explosive encounter.

Taking off my shoes, I felt like I was missing something. My Heaven, I missed my baby already and it hadn’t even been long since she had been away at my parent’s house. I could smell the weed smell that lingered in my house and knew that Jarei was probably in our bedroom smoking it out, sitting at the edge of our bed waiting for me.

A random thought crossed my mind, and I was disappointed in myself that the thought was surrounding Matthew. He gave me the option to tell him the truth about where I lived when he already knew all along. Had he looked deep into me, I was sure he was capable and had the money to do such things.

Turning the corner and opening my bedroom door, I walked right into Jarei’s fist. My body hit the carpet with a loud thud and my head started throbbing hard. I couldn’t even see straight the only thing I could think to do was shield my face and body to the best of my ability.

“Bitch!” He grabbed a handful of my already kinky curly hair and pulled it. I felt my hair ripping from my scalp. The pain was excruciating and so unbearable that I couldn’t find my voice to scream or shout.

“Don’t you ever in your fat funky miserable life call me on some demanding we talk type of shit!” Wham! Another closed fist hit that knocked my hands away from my mouth. Jarei was in a rage and couldn’t be stopped. At least not by me, every time I opened my eyes, I saw silver and purple stars. Wham!

“I swear, I’m sick of you bitch! Always walking around this muthafucka sad and looking lost like you ain’t got no fucking back bone! You bad luck for a nigga, got me out here hustling hard tryna make money, niggas ain’t respecting who the fuck I am. Then I get a call from my fat ass girlfriend demanding I come home when I’m trying to make some fucking money! Bitch-” Wham! This time my front two teeth were knocked down my throat and I choked and gagged hard to bring them back up.