Page 10 of Hooked on Loving Him

Walking toward the unknown person, my vision blurs from the intense rain, causing my steps to quicken.

“Aye. What’s the problem?”

Nigga, did you really ask that question when you can clearly see the problem?

“Either you’re stupid or blind because it doesn’t take rocket science to see what’s going on,” a feminine voice says while turning around to face me with a mug on her face, causing my heart to stall for seconds upon seeing her.

Damn, even the rain can’t disguise her beauty. I wonder if I can add her to my roster.

Even in the cloak of the night, I can tell this woman is jaw-droppingly gorgeous with her peanut butter skin, almond-shaped orbs, high cheekbones, perfectly arched eyebrows, and full pouty lips. Despite her frowning, I see an innocence shining brightly while observing her face, which speaks to the depths of my broken soul.

“Ain’t no need for that hostility, baby girl,” I say.

“Tuh. We’re standing in the midst of a thunderstorm, and instead of asking me if I have a spare, you’re asking me what the problem is. Not to mention, my existence not coming from your nut sack, making it impossible for me to be your baby girl,” the woman snaps, causing a sinister grin to form as a low chuckle leaves my mouth.

*bam*

Hearing the passenger door of my vehicle slam, I close my eyes as Honesty’s voice pierces the air.

“What’s going on, baby?” Honesty asks in a syrupy sweet voice that grates on my fucking nerves because of the false endearment between the two of us.

“Oh, this is rich. You’re one of those niggas, huh?” the woman in front of me asks while rolling her eyes as the water clings to her clothes, causing my dick to stir from her titties becoming more pronounced.

“Baby?” Honesty shrieks as my eyes continue assessing the woman in front of me without acknowledging Honesty. “Oh, wait. You’re the woman who moved in over the weekend.”

“I guess you’re more than the woman with the dick stain,” the woman says, rolling her eyes, causing me to laugh at her dig at Honesty.

“Bitch, don?—”

“I promise you that despite the heaviness of this rain, you couldn’t handle the ass whupping I’m capable of giving you,” the woman says before answering her phone. “Hello. Yes, I’m still here and waiting for you to get here. While you’re fucking off, I’m being bothered by a big Hulk-looking nigga wearing glasses and the thang he smears his cum on. Mhm. Hurry up, shit.”

Oh shit! This woman is with the shits.

“You got me?—”

“About to meet the wrong side of my bad day. Come on and let me give your face something else to focus on than this nigga’s cum.”

“Damn, I’m gonna marry your ass.”

“Nigga, what?” The woman’s head snaps back like I hit her as her eyes tighten and her jaw clenches while her temple vein pulses wildly.

“What the fuck did you say?” Honesty snaps, causing me to give her the response she’s begging for.

Wordlessly, I pick Honesty up like she’s a rag doll and return to my vehicle while laughing because the woman looks like she’s either stunned or ready to tear a whole in Honesty without breaking a sweat.

I’m in love, and I don’t even know her name. I need to drive by Honesty’s complex to find out who this woman is.

Depositing Honesty in the passenger seat, I return to my side and get in without uttering a word. With my eyes on the woman, I prepare to wait for whoever is coming to rescue her from the predicament she isn’t open to me assisting her with.

“Ka—”

“Not now, Honesty,” I say without the presence of my eyes as I watch the woman getting into her car after flicking off my vehicle.

“Hold up, she cussed you out while the rain kicked y’all asses?” Jawaan asks, smirking.

“With her hair dripping, her bra showing, and the most aggressive mug I’ve ever seen from a woman,” I say, smiling.

“You must not have been too offended because your goofy ass is sitting here smiling like she told you she loves you or something,” Kyce says.

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