I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “No, you was right to tell me, ‘cause if I seen Pressure out with a bitch, I woulda whooped on both they asses.”
“Exactly,” Pluto replied.
We talked for a few more minutes and I pretended I was fine, but I wasn’t. I got off the phone as soon as I could without makin’ it obvious. The second the call ended, the room felt too quiet. My thoughts got loud as hell. I laid the phone on my chest and stared at the ceiling again, tryin’ to breathe through the sting.
I was tryna play it calm on the outside, but I hated how bad I was shakin’ on the inside.
Kay’Lo with another bitch?
Kay’Lo lettin’ another bitch touch him?
Kay’Lo walkin’ out the club with somebody who wasn’t me?
Despite our problems, that shit ain’t even feel real. That nigga has loved me deeper than anybody ever has. He treated me like his whole world. Even when we fought, he never touched nobody else. He never made me feel like I wasn’t enough. So now… This felt personal in a way I wasn’t ready for.
I tried to tell myself we separated. I tried to tell myself he could do what the fuck he wanted to do. But none of that changed the fact that I would’ve never done that to him. Not even if we was beefin’. Not even if we went months without speakin’. Because that’s not who I am and that’s not how my love works.
The fact that he stepped out hurt worse than any argument we ever had.
My phone was still on my chest, the screen glowin’, temptin’ me. I tried to ignore it, but the more I thought about a bitch bein’ on him, the more my finger twitched.
Finally, I snatched the phone up, opened the messages, and typed before I could stop myself.
It’s funny how you was textin’ me last night about not tellin’ you happy birthday when you was laid up with another bitch. Do you. I hope you ready to sign these divorce papers when I file.
Then I hit send.
My chest rose and fell slow as I placed the phone facedown beside me. I ain’t cry, scream or break nothin’. I just laid there with my heart hurtin’ in a way I ain’t have words for.
Kay’Lo had done a lot of shit.
But this?
This felt like the one thing I might not come back from.
And deep down, I knew I hadn’t just sent a text.
I had drawn a muthafuckin’ line.
The Diamond Floor
“Fuck…” I moaned, my voice cracking as my fingers clawed at the penthouse silk sheets.
Kay’Lo was behind me, hitting me slow but deep, tugging the towel he had twisted around my neck like he knew exactly how to make my body surrender. Every time I threw it back, he met it with the same force, like he was trying to show me who was really in control.
My eyes rolled up without me even trying. Nobody had ever fucked me like this.
Not one nigga in my past even came close, which blew my mind, and it wasn’t just the way he moved his hips or the way he gripped my waist. It was the size of his dick.
Kay’Lo was thick as hell, long as hell, and every time he pushed in, my body damn near fought it because it was too much.
I could barely get all of him inside me, and the crazy part was he knew it. He kept stroking slow at first like he was tryna let my pussy catch up, but even then I felt stretched and full in a way I ain’t never felt before. And once he picked up the pace… God, I couldn’t do shit but take it and moan his name.
His grip tightened at my waist, his fingers digging into my hips while he dragged his dick through every inch of me with this confident rhythm that told me he wasn’t new to any of this. He was hitting me sideways earlier, then he flipped me, sucked my titties, kissed all down my chest, fucked me from the front, the back, on the couch and against the damn window. He had me everywhere.
My legs had been shaking since the first round last night, and somehow I was still trying to keep up with him.
This man was unreal, and he was as fuck too.
