Page 39 of Krash & Bern

“Good.”

Rodney was a plague. He was the first person to show me kindness in the city. He’d walk me to class, spend lunch with me, and stay up late while I worked on things. Our bond was perfect while we were friends. When I finally gave him a chance to be my boyfriend… his true colors showed.

When people hypothesized about what they’d do in an abusive relationship, they always said how they’d leave immediately. They would never stay. They would never allow a man to put his hands on them. It all sounded so good in theory, but in reality…

Rodney made me feel like I had no one. Being thousands of miles away from my parents, I began to feel like I had no one to confide in. I allowed him to tear down my confidence, my willpower, and my spirit. I gave him too much power over my life, and for almost three years, I’d suffered in silence while putting on a facade. The more success my company got, the more he beat my ass. I’d finally put a restraining order on him, blocked him, and deleted my existence from his life one night. When I ran, I never looked back.

“Bernie?” Mama’s voice pulled me out of the darkness.

I blinked to clear my mind and vision. “Hmm?”

“Are you okay?” she asked as she placed her hands on top of mine.

“Yeah. I was just in my thoughts. I think I came to a decision.”

“You’re going out with Krash?” Aunt Clarice quizzed.

“Maybe. I’ll let y’all know next week.”

“Next week?” they repeated in unison.

“Yes!” I giggled.

I pulled out my phone and sent Krash a quick reply.

Me:

Hey. Sorry for the long wait. My schedule is free Saturday night.

Krash:

Say no more. I’ll have something planned for you, baby girl. I’ll send you the details tomorrow morning.

Instead of typing a response, I hearted his message.A date with Krash might be what I needed to truly get over Rodney. My heart wanted to reunite with the one man who truly understood me. My mind and spirit were on the fence, but my soul had hope. The light feeling in my core told me to proceed with caution.

“The bowling alley all to ourselves,” I commented as we entered the building to the speakers blasting music, with only one lane lit up. Usually, on Saturdays, the alleys were packed with families, couples, kids, and friends. Most places had forty-five minutes to an hour long wait between lanes.

“I didn’t want anybody in our business while we play. I want uninterrupted time with you. I told the employees to give us privacy, and I made them all sign NDAs… in case you decide to sit on this dick after you throw a strike or something.”

“Oh? That’s what you imagined happening tonight?” I asked with a smirk.

“I’ve always been honest with you. Since the day you pulled up to my house, you’ve been the star of all my late-night dreams. A nigga been down bad, thinking about you…”

My teeth scraped against my bottom lip, before I rubbed the glossy surfaces together. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. You’ve been driving a nigga crazy. No creep shit, but you’ve gotten thick in the last eight years. You were fine skinny, but the extra weight got me wondering what you taste like now.”

I pressed my thighs together to contain the wetness currently saturating the seat of my panties. “You’re a mess.”

“I want to make a mess sooner than later, or I might spontaneously combust.”

“Sir?” I laughed.

“Bern, baby, you were my favorite drug back in the day. Knowing what you used to do to me has had me heating up.”

I smirked. “You play your cards right, and maybe one of these days, I’ll let you do what you’ve apparently been fantasizing about lately.”

“You ain’t been thinking about the shit we used to do? You ain’t been thinking about how I used to fill you with dick and have you unraveling with each stroke?”

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