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“I see um. Who the hell. I am getting on a flight now.”

“I’m calling the cops.” I could hear shuffling on her end of the phone.

“Wait! Is that, Lloyd? And, oh my God!”

“B, no!” Her gasp intensified the racing in my chest. She knew just like I did who was in my house.

“I’m on my way.”

Chapter Seventeen

PHARAOH

Iwoke up cheesing like a damn kid on Christmas morning. My pops was trippin’, virgin pussy was the best damn thing I have ever slid in. Shit or maybe it was just Blythe that had me feenin for more. Whatever it was had me sitting up in my bed searching for her on the other side.

Her side of the bed was made up and cold. I figured maybe she was an early riser, so I didn’t trip too much. I climbed from the bed, stretched and shook my morning wood down into my briefs before heading to the bathroom to piss.

The mirror displayed all the scratch and bite marks on my skin. I know I had her ass ready to tap out and run but she refused. Instead, she scratched my skin and bit down every time I was deep inside her. The shit hurt like hell but turned me the fuck on. I enjoyed our conversations in between too. Her walls were falling and I could see how dope she really was.

Thinking about her had me rushing to brush my teeth and wash my face. I wanted to find her and see where her head was at and shit hopefully slide back in her after I spoon fed her ass some eggs and grits. It was quiet as hell as I walked toward the Livingroom and kitchen. The furniture was still moved and clothes scattered the floor. But only my clothes. Damn did she play me again. This time I would be pissed. Because what the fuck would you leave for. The vibe was dope between us last night. And I felt like we really connected. Heading back to the room I grabbed my phone to dial Anastacia.

“Good morning Mr. McCallum, is everything alright?” It was a Saturday, so I understood why she sounded so confused.

“Hey Staci. Yea everything is okay. I need a huge favor.”

“Sure, anything.”

“I need to know if Blythe was checked out of her hotel.”

“Yea, she was. My friend works at the hotel, and she said she came early this morning and checked out. Is she okay? I thought she was scheduled to check out Monday morning.”

“Yea as far as I know she is. Thank you. Let me try and reach her. I will see you Monday.” I was trying to keep my composure, but this shit was pissing me off. Why the fuck would she leave and not say shit?

Locating her number I dialed her line. It went straight to voicemail. I guess I should have expected her to not answer because we never exchanged personal numbers. I took her number from her file so she may not answer unfamiliar numbers. She was definitely on some bullshit though. She didn’t even so much as leave a letter explaining why she left.

Scratching my head I exhaled deep before saying fuck it. She played the fuck out of me. But that was my fault. I should have kept shit professional between us. Now I was over here looking dumb. I got up off the couch I had plopped down on and started cleaning up the wreck we caused in my house.

Clothes covered the floor, the couch cushions turned over, and condom wrappers covered were everywhere. My damn kitchen was just as bad. Jelly on the counter and the bread left open. Reaching on the floor I found her purple lace thong. I had bound her wrist with them and fucked her damn near into the dishwasher. I stuffed them in my pocket shaking my head.

It took me two hours to clean my crib from top to bottom. Each corner reminding me of her. That fast this damn girl has taken over my space and mind. I was feeling fuckin’ Usher. I had it bad already.

“Hey ma.” I answered the facetime call from my momma as I laid back on my couch.

“Hey son, dad and I wanted to...” Her words trailed off as she looked me over. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m good. How’s pops?”

“Oh son, you done fell for her ass that fast?” I sat up, smoothing my shirt down to look better than I was feeling.

“Nah, who? What you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb boy. Blythe! I told you to train her. Not ride her.”

“Man ma, you trippin. I went out last night. Just hanging a little bit.”

“Boy please. I know a lovesick puppy when I see one.”

“Let me see.” I heard my pops moving towards the phone. “Damn, shit the love bug and that girl bit yo ass up.” I had scratches and bite marks on my neck that were more than visible.