Page 2 of A Major Love

I knew she didn’t want to break up, but after months of praying and mulling it over, I had to be a man and make the decision for us both. It wasn’t easy, and I prayed it would pay off in the future.

“We’ll still talk every day, see each other when you come home for breaks, and I can visit you when my schedule permits,” I said.

“That’ll work until you find someone to replace me who you can see every day to occupy your time.”

“Lovie, don’t do that. This ain’t about me hooking up with other women. Plus, you might find some lame-ass nigga to replace me.”

“I doubt it, but we have to promise to always be honest with each other. If you find yourself wanting to date, tell me.”

“I promise, and you be sure to do the same.”

“I promise.”

She sat up and straddled my waist. My dick was already semi-hard just from us being naked with our bodies pressed against each other’s. It didn’t take long for it to grow to its full length with her rubbing her pussy over it.

“How will I ever find a man who can fuck me like you do?”

“You never will, beautiful, and I won’t find another woman whose pussy was made for my dick. I promise, we’ll find our way back to each other, but until then, my love for you will never falter, and I’ll always take care of you.”

Six Years Later

“How’s your food?”my boyfriend, Jordan, asked.

“It’s good. Are you enjoying yours?”

He nodded as he responded. “It’s straight.”

Jordan and I had been dating for almost two years. He was my realtor, and after he sold me my condo, we were friends for a couple of years before he asked me out. He was the first man I’d taken seriously since things with my first love faded into the background.

I’d dated when my schedule permitted, but my career as a journalist required me to travel quite a bit, so dating wasn’t a priority. He happened to ask me out at the beginning of a much-needed month-long break from work. Since I had more free time than usual, I was able to give him more attention than I typically gave men. The real test came when I returned to my busy work schedule.

He officially asked me to be his girlfriend two months after our first date. I enjoyed our time together, and my work schedule didn’t seem to bother him. He was handsome, nice, successful, and we had good chemistry. I didn’t have a legitimate reason not to give him a chance.

“I’m glad you’re home. I want to talk to you about a few things,” he said.

I’d returned to town earlier that day after being in Brooklyn for a few days covering the professional basketball draft. While there, I conducted one-on-one interviews with the top three draft picks.

“Oh yeah. What’s up?”

“As you know, this is the longest relationship I’ve ever had.”

“We have that in common.”

“Right, and I think that means something. We’ll be celebrating our two-year anniversary soon, and I think it’s time for us to take things to the next level.”

“The next level as in . . .”

“Let’s move in together.”

I couldn’t express how relieved I was that Jordan didn’t say anything about marriage. While I liked him a lot, I wasn’t in love with him and would’ve had to turn down his proposal.

“Move in together?” I questioned.

“Yeah. I think it’s time. You travel often for work, but when you’re home, we spend most of our free time together.”

“That’s true, but living together is a big step.”

“It is, but I think it’s the next step before we get engaged and ultimately married.”