“Then we out,” he stated as if she should have already known the answer.
Heiress cocked her head slightly to the left. Amar was handsome indeed. He stood 6’2 with almond colored skin and waist-length locs. She loved it when he wrapped his muscular arms around her and held her in a tight bear hug. She wasn’t reserved about dealing with him like most women because she didn’t fear getting hurt. If he just wanted to have a little fun with her, she was down for the cause. Heiress never expected the fun to last for damn near a year. It was getting thick, and she didn’t want that.
“How you know I don’t already have plans for the night?”
A slow grin spread across Amar’s face. Some women would have said that just to get a rise out of him and make him jealous, but he knew that Heiress was dead serious. She wasn’t one of those females that would be loyal to a man that she wasn’t with. She wasn’t a hoe. That much he knew for sure. She was just single, and she did what single women did. She refused to let a man that didn’t want to commit make rules for her to follow. Heiress was not one of them. But he wasn’t above wifing her, and he was cocky enough not to be intimidated if she did have plans. Whoever the nigga was, it wasn’t him.
“Then you change them shits. Stop being so difficult. Tell that lame ass nigga to get at you another night.”
All she could do was shake her head at him. “I didn’t drive. So…” her voice trailed off.
“So, like I said. In an hour and a half, we out.”
“Yes sir,” she smirked sarcastically and walked off.
Amar had patience with Heiress. Every time he saw the scar on her left temple, it reminded him to be easy. The last fuck boy she entertained beat her within an inch of her life and left her for dead. By the time she got to the hospital the doctors could barely find a pulse. That was two years ago, and she still carried mad trauma. The thought of being in another relationship terrified her. Heiress had an air about her that made niggas fall in love and for some reason, she attracted toxic ass abusive men that always ended up insanely jealous over her. Kevin wasn’t the first, but he was the only one that had tried to kill her.
An hour and a half later, Amar didn’t have to say a word. Heiress appeared in the section ready to leave with him. He said good-bye to his homies and unknowingly broke the heart of every female that flirted with him that night when he exited the club with Heiress. Glancing over at her, he already knew she was hungry. “I have some pizza at the crib. That good or you want something else?”
“Some veggie shit?” she scrunched up her nose, and he chuckled.
“All day. I don’t eat meat, and I rarely have company, so there was no need to put dead animal flesh on my pizza.”
“You are so aggy,” she giggled. “That veggie shit is fine.”
The twenty minute ride to his home was a smooth one where he just zoned out to the music, and she scrolled through her phone. His phone went off every three minutes, and Heiress knew that they were more than likely his suitors. It always baffled her that for as many women that wanted him, he seemed to want her the most. She wasn’t even sure what it was about her that men seemed to love. That drove them insane to the pointof feeling like they were professing their love by threatening her life. That shit was too toxic for her and had never been a turn on, but she didn’t know just how real shit could get. Not until she lay in a puddle of blood and urine thinking she was about to die.
At his home, he warmed up pizza for her and then, he got comfortable. Heiress had only been to his home three times. That was the very first clue that he liked her. After seven months of seeing each other, he finally took her to his lavish five-bedroom home with a three car garage attached to it. The house was huge, and she could have never lived in something that big alone. Not even a top-of-the-line security system would make her feel secure in the massive home. When she was done eating, no words were spoken as she followed him up the stairs to his bedroom that was double the size of hers.
Once she undressed, they crawled onto his bed where she placed her body on top of his, and his hands rested on her ass while their tongues did a sensual dance. He massaged her ass as her nipples hardened. Clue number two that he was feeling her, they stopped using condoms after eight months. His hard dick was poking her, teasing her, and she hiked her bottom up so he could insert himself into her. Heiress rode him slowly. She pulled back and peered into his eyes for a moment. Amar reached up and put his hands in her weave. He had a habit of massaging her scalp when she wore her natural hair. Their stare off became too intense, and she had to close her eyes to break the connection. Amar was something serious, but not even he could make her comfortable enough to fall again. Getting close to the wrong person could literally be the death of her. It was a lesson that she had learned the hard way.
When she closed her eyes, Amar flipped her onto her back and began to suck passionately on her neck because he knew that was her spot. Heiress arched her back and moaned as her pussy gripped his dick like a vice, and she came all on his shit.Amar grunted before releasing her neck and going down to eat her ass up. Heiress whimpered like a woman possessed as he probed her slit with his tongue then swirled it around her clit and slurped like she was an ice cream cone. He ate her out until her legs were trembling, and she didn’t know if she should beg him to stop or keep going. Finally, he stopped, but when he plunged back into her gushy goodness orgasm number two was instant.
“Fuuccckk,” she cried out as she came long and hard.
The moment her body stopped trembling, he flipped her over and hit her from the back. Amar choked her since she was wearing a wig, and he couldn’t pull her hair. With him restricting her flow of oxygen, Heiress’ moans came out choppy while he stroked her savagely from behind. “Amar, baby, fuck!” She shrieked while he grunted. He hated to do it, but he pulled out just in time to cum all over her ass cheeks. They cleaned up in the shower and went to sleep cuddled up. She didn’t want a relationship cool. Amar would take what he could get until that wasn’t good enough for him anymore.
“You changed your number?”
Heiress ran smack into her ex when she walked out of her apartment. Startled and caught off guard, she tried to play it cool, but her heart was pounding hard enough to alter her breathing. She had been working crazy hours and had been lucky to avoid him in the two weeks since they broke up. She changed her number and planned to be done for good this time. Kevin was too damn jealous and possessive. She had never cheated on him or even come close to it. His temper tantrums and outbursts were too much for her to keep dealing with anddespite his crying and begging, she left. Heiress got accused of cheating every other day. Kevin was the most insecure man walking the earth, and it made her life hell.
“I have to go to work. I don’t have time for this. Please leave me alone.” Heiress tried to pull her door closed, but Kevin shoved her back inside.
“Two years. We been together for two years, and you just gon’ throw the shit away. As soon as you started working at that warehouse around all those niggas you started acting different. I told you, you wasn’t never leaving me. You think this shit a game? If I can’t have you none of them niggas will. Bet that shit.”
“Leave me alone,” she screamed knowing that her walls were thin. She always heard her neighbors’ kids running through the apartment playing and making all kinds of noise. Heiress hoped that someone would hear her and call 9-1-1, but Kevin didn’t appreciate her screaming.
“You trying to get me locked up? Huh? That’s what you want? Well, if I’m going to jail, I’m going for a reason.” From there, he proceeded to punch her in the face like she was a man.
The pain buckled her knees. Heiress wanted to fight back, but she was dazed, and Kevin used that opportunity to hit her again and again and again. The fourth blow knocked her to the floor, and she just knew her nose was broken. She kicked and screamed with all her might but for the next thirty seconds he punched and kicked her like she meant nothing to him. Kevin alternated between using his fist and his feet.
He cracked her ribs. He broke her nose. She sprained her own wrist trying to get away from him and when he picked her head up and banged it on the floor, he split her skin open. There was blood and urine all over her floor, and she blacked out. Kevin stepped over her and walked out of the apartment like nothing happened. Her neighbor had been outside smoking,and she heard the screaming. When Kevin emerged from the apartment all sweaty and breathing hard, she knew she needed to call 9-1-1, and she did.
Heiress didn’t realize she was crying in her sleep and when she felt someone gently grab her, she awoke with a start. “It’s me, baby,” Amar assured her in a soothing tone as she looked on embarrassed and wiped her tears.
“What time is it? I have to get going.” She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Amar placed a finger under her chin, turned her face towards his, and placed the softest kiss on her lips. He let it linger for a bit before pulling away. He just wanted to remind her that she was in the presence of a real nigga and that she was safe.
