Page 4 of Curvy Girl Summer

“I hit a bump in the road, and you just dipped on me.”

My eyebrows flew up. “Is that what you’ve been telling yourself?”

He looked down with his lips in a tight line. “I mean, I know it was wrong that I accidentally called you someone else’s name—”

“Your ex-girlfriend’s name,” I reminded him. “You called me your ex-girlfriend’s name.”

“And I apologized for that! It was a rough week. She had reached out—”

“And you said you thought you might still be in love with her,” I reminded him.

“I was confused, and I told you that.”

“And I told you to explore that and see how you feel.” I shrugged. “It’s standard advice.”

“Okay, but I realized I wasn’t still in love with her. I was just missing the life I had in Philly.”

“Okay, and I told you I was happy for you for figuring that out.”

“But then you didn’t say anything else, and you weren’t fucking with me anymore.”

I blinked. “Yes,” I said slowly, not understanding what he didn’t understand. “Because I’m not obligated to hang around and wait for you to figure your shit out.”

“All I’ve been trying to tell you for months was that if I would’ve known you were going to leave me, I wouldn’t have even thought twice about hitting her up and seeing what was up.”

Sighing, I walked to his front door.

“Come on, Aaliyah. You said we’d talk. I’m just trying to talk.”

Turning to face him, I kept my hand on the doorknob to let him know I was still planning to leave.

“Just…” He ran his hands down his washboard abs and then rested them low on his hips.

I knew what he was doing. He was doing what he was used to doing: using his looks, his body, and his big-ass dick to get his way. But it didn’t work on me then, and it wasn’t going to work on me now. I only agreed to talk to him because of my needs.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” I lifted my shoulders. “You did what you wanted to do. It didn’t work out the way you’d hoped. That’s not on me.”

I glanced down at his dick, hanging heavily against his thigh.This is all your fucking fault,I silently cursed the demonic dick.I should’ve known this was going to happen.

“When you responded tonight, you said you accepted my apology,” he said, reaching out for me. “What changed?”

“I do accept your apology,” I told him. “I accepted your apology back then, too. But at the end of the day, that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I don’t want to date you. We aren’t compatible.”

“It was because of my job situation, wasn’t it?”

“Your job situation? You mean when you quit your job abruptly so you could pursue music.”

His jaw tightened defensively. “You said I was talented.”

“I said the song you played me was good. I never said you should quit your job—you know what…” I shook my head because I wasn’t having that conversation again. “Matthew, I thought we could be cool, but it looks like it’s still too soon and feelings are too raw.” I opened the door to walk out.

“Are you going to honestly tell me you don’t want me? You’re really telling me that? Seriously?” He gestured to himself. His semihard dick was winking at me.

“Yes.” Dragging my eyes back to his, I nodded. “That’s what I’m saying. That’s what I’ve been saying since we ended.”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t believe you. You know what I do to your body. Your nipples are hard now just standing here. You want me just like I want you.”

“I’m going to go home now. Take care of yourself, Matthew.”

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