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“Between Miami and work, I’m beat. I’m already in the bed, and I don’t have much of an appetite. I just want to rest more than anything. I appreciate the offer though.”
“Maybe I can pick up something light like salad or soup, and I can come see you. I won’t bother you. We can just cuddle and watch a movie or something.”
It was a good thing he couldn’t see my face because the frown his words caused was intense. “Cuddle?”
“Yeah, I mean damn, Persia. We’ve been talking for a long time. We went out on two dates. I’m not even asking for sex. I just want some kind of affection. Are you not into me or something?”
“I told you from the beginning that I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and that includes sex. That’s just not on the agenda for me right now.”
“So you just let men take you out and spend money on you and blow them off? You spend hours talking on the phone to someone you’re not interested in.”
“You took me on two dates, and you asked me out. Let’s not act like you spent a grip on those dates. When I said I didn’t want anything serious, you said it was cool. A man like you is going to show his true colors every time. If you wanted some ass, you shouldn’t have tried to come across as a good guy that was cool with just being my friend.”
“I am a good guy, but I have needs. I’m putting in all this time with you and you’re playing games?”
“Playing games because I’m not into you enough to drop my panties for you? I look at you as a friend. Nothing more than that and after today, you’re not even a friend. Weirdo.” I spat before hanging up. The nerve of him.
He was really who Kastian was mad at me over. The situation was comical to say the least. Maybe it was a sign that I shouldn’t be talking to anyone at the moment. Maybe keeping things lightwasn’t good enough. Maybe any kind of relationship with a man should have been off limits. For someone that didn’t need to be getting attached, Kastian had a clear hold on me. Frustrated wasn’t even the word to describe how I was feeling. Being lovesick over a man that I only knew for seven months was crazy in my opinion.
Omar called back, and I wasted no time declining the call and blocking him. Nigga didn’t spend $100 on either date, and he had the nerve to act like he had done some major tricking. My eyes fell on one of the Chanel purses Kastian bought for me. He knew how to spoil a woman and never complained a bit.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop thinking about him,” I lay flat on my back and pounded the mattress with my fists while kicking my legs like a lunatic. It was official. I was losing it.
Glancing over at my phone, I had to literally place my hands underneath my bottom to keep from grabbing the phone and calling Kastian. Was this my karma for marrying David and not being madly in love with him? Because if it was, I’d learned my lesson. Never again would I take advice from my mother.
Just call him.
Girl, stand up. You’re being weak in the knees. Stand on business and let him know good dick and gifts can’t knock you off your square.
What are the odds of meeting a man like Kastian twice in one lifetime? Pride is going to have you assed out.
The voices in my head were at war with one another real bad. It was official. I was crazy as hell.
CHAPTER 18
KASTIAN
I’d seenDoll’s ass a hundred times before, but I still couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ample backside. Either I was drunk and tripping, or it had gotten bigger. What made the fact that I was mesmerized even crazier was that she had clothes on. And I still couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
“Sorry for the mess. I had a birthday party for my niece earlier. Well, it was more like a preparty. Her real party is next weekend.”
Her comment finally made me stop ogling her behind. My gaze swept around the apartment. It wasn’t a mess, there were just balloons, a backdrop for pictures in the kitchen, and a few leftover party favors on the island in the kitchen.
“How old is your niece?”
Doll turned around and smiled. “She will be four in three days, and she’s my whole heart. Her mother just carried her, but she’s my baby for real. When TT Leeanne comes in the room, she doesn’t care who has her. She runs to me.”
Damn, I’d had sex with Doll countless times, and I forgot her name was Leeanne. To be fair, I’d never called her that, so it was easy to forget. Doll removed her shoes and led me to her bedroom. We both knew why I was there, and that was what Iliked about Doll. She never made shit more than what it was. That thought made me chuckle inwardly because even while I was drunk off my ass, I knew that I’d gone against the grain. I was trying to make shit more than what it was with Persia. All in my feelings like a female because she didn’t want to be with a nigga. I’d officially turned into a sucka.
I had been replaying what happened over and over in my mind. At times, I felt I overreacted, but there was no need to pretend that Persia talking to other men didn’t bother me. I didn’t care to know about it, so the best thing for me to do was to distance myself. Maybe I had done it in a fucked up manner, and when I stopped being stubborn, I’d apologize. In an effort to stop thinking about Persia two days after I got back from Miami, I got dumb drunk and left the club with Doll.
It had been a minute since we had sex, and I was looking forward to it because Doll had some great pussy, and her head game was top notch. To my knowledge, she didn’t straight up sell her body to anybody with money, but she kept a few money getting niggas in her pocket, and they looked out for her generously. I couldn’t hate on that. I strapped up every time we had sex, and she’d shown me more than once the proof that she got checked every six months. She showed me records dating back a few years, and she’d never had an STD. I still wouldn’t hit her raw though. I was also smart enough to know that any disease you could get in your genitals, you could get in your mouth. That was where my dumb ass folded like a lawn chair because I wasn’t turning head from Doll down. I had barely taken my jeans off when she attacked my dick like a starved woman.
I knew sex with Doll would be exceptionally good because she told me she’d taken an X pill before work. Doll on a pill made a man’s toes curl. She had back-to-back orgasms, the pussy gotinsanely wet, and she took the D like a straight up G in any position you could put her ass in.
“Got damn,” I moaned as she practically swallowed my dick whole.
If sex alone was enough to make me fall, Doll would have me a long time ago. I just wasn’t the type to be loved out over a female just because the sex was good, or she had a pretty face. Personality, her aura, and her vibe mattered. I was starting to think the problem was me until Persia showed me different.
