“A nigga sitting here trying to express my concerns along with my feelings. All of this shit is new for me and all I can do is be honest since I know my get down thoroughly. I don’t want to sit here, snap my fingers and say fuck it, we gone be together, be a happy family then I turn around and disappoint you. At the same time, I’m ready to take care of you fully. If you don’t want to work, and focus on just the baby… I got you. Whatever you want and need, I got you.”
Her breathing hitched slightly.
“I don’t want to be a kept bitch, King.” She tooted her nose up.
“I respect that.” I smirked.
Once again, my hand found her thigh, slowly it crept to underneath her night gown. She glared at me but eventually relaxed from my touch.
“We’re not moving together,” she said calmly. “And we’re not having sex anymore either.”
My hand froze.
“No kissing. No nothing.” She stared directly into my eyes.
“And don’t get mad when you see me with Monty.”
My jaw tightened.
“I’m not sleeping with him,” she continued quickly. “He’s a friend. He’s been there for me while I’ve been grieving my mom.” Her voice softened slightly.
“But casual sex with you isn’t something I can keep doing.” She swallowed.
“My feelings grow deeper every time we sleep together.” Her eyes glistened. “I love you more every time you’re around.”
That confession hit me harder than I expected.
“I respect the fact you don’t want to commit,” she continued. “So you need to respect that you can’t control me either.” Her voice grew firmer.
“I won’t sleep with another man while I’m pregnant with your baby.” She paused, licking her lips. “But you won’t be touching me again either.”
My brows lifted.
“The next man I sleep with will be my man,” she said confidently. “And he’ll love me.”
With that, she quickly stood to her feet leaving me sitting frozen blown by her words.
“I’m tired, King. I had a long day.” She stretched and yawned dramatically.
She grabbed her phone from the coffee table.
“I just want a healthy friendship between us now.” She added before turning away and walking towards her hallway.
Those hips swayed with every step, making that thick ass bounce in a way that had my body reacting instantly.
“I’ll text you Sunday about my next doctor’s appointment,” she added over her shoulder.
Then she disappeared into the hallway. I barely heard half the shit she said. All I knew was she had nerve thinking I wasn’t going to touch her again.
And Monty?
Yeah… I was going to handle that nigga personally if she kept bringing that bitch ass nigga up. I stood up and followed her down the hallway, passing two guest rooms before reaching double doors that I assumed was her room at the end.
I turned the knob and frowned when I discovered that shit locked.
“Open the door, Layloni,” I called out. My voice echoed through the hall.
I could hear her smack her lips and imagined her rolling her eyes.
