Page 68 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

“Can I come see you? Please?”

“Of course you can---”

“Okay boo, I’m about to get in the shower then I’m on my way. Do you need me to pick up anything? Breakfast, coffee, anything?”

“No babe I’m okay. I’ll see you soon.”

We hung up and I had to catch my breath. I fucked Dallas last night, I cheated on Story and it was all coming back to me. After I took my wallet out of my jeans I grabbed my clothes, socks, took my boxers off, even my expensive Prada gym shoes. I took them to the kitchen and tossed them in the garbage.

Then I pulled the bag up, tied it and sat it by the door. After, I took my naked ass to the shower, turned the hot water on, and scrubbed myself clean. When I blinked, I saw the damage I had done. What the hell was I about to do? Could I blame it on the vodka, the edibles, or the fact that I was just a stupid ass nigga who cheated.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. My deodorant was on, put Vaseline on my dark skin then grabbed my Adidas grey track pants, matching T-shirt, and a grey bandana. When it was on my head, I put some cologne on then put my Adidas high-tops on.

I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone then left my apartment. Since I drove my Camero last night, I wouldn’t dream of driving that now. I decided to take my 1969 Ford Mustang out and drive it. My brothers called me, but I ignored them and texted my code word to them, so they knew I was good.

We had code that we texted each other so the other would know we weren’t in trouble. Right now, I only wanted to talk to one person. When I arrived at Story’s place I parked in my usual spot then got out and jogged to her door. I knocked twice and Hendrix opened it.

“Sup my guy.” He spoke as he opened the door.

“Sup. She upstairs?”

“Yup.”

I thanked him then headed up the stairs to her room. Her door was closed but I opened it and her scent hit my nose as soon as I did.

Story walked out of her closet holding a maxi dress in her hand. “Good morning! Why didn’t you text me---”

When I closed the door, I went straight to where she was and kissed her. It was so intense that her dress fell on the floor and I pressed her against the wall. I wasn’t trying to let her breathe with this kiss. It wouldn’t have ended but she pulled away breathing hard.

“Goodness. Are you okay?”

“I’m better now. I just miss you bad boo. I apologize about our argument.” I opened with. My arms were around her waist and I squeezed her booty.

“I’m the one who should apologize.”

I shook my head ‘no and she got quiet. “Before we get to what happened on our date. I want to be real about what’s been going on. I told you that I loved you three months ago, and you did not say it back.

My overthinking kicked in and I believed that you would never love me because of all my secrets. Instead of giving you the proper time or even just coming to you about how I felt. I allowed myself to stress and kept trying to fix it myself. Story, you do not have to say---

“I love you Halo. So much and I’ve wanted to say it for a couple of weeks. I was just scared because when I thought I loved Hendrix he turned out to be gay.

Then my ex-boyfriend, Walker and I broke up a few days when I told him I loved him. After he got his acceptance letter to college. I just wanted to be sure it was right. But I do love you babe.” Her dimple appeared because she smiled big.

I damn near melted from her being so beautiful. I gave her a tight hug, and the guilt washed over me. My nose was buried in her neck and I kissed it. If I had been honest from the beginning, then last night wouldn’t have happened.

“Were you ignoring me last night?” I asked her.

“Not at all. I took some ZzzQuil so I could sleep through the night. My phone was on vibrate, sorry.”

“It’s cool just don’t do that again. I was about to pull up on yo’ ass.”

Story giggled and gave me a kiss. “About Dallas. I was insecure and snapped on you for no reason.”

“You had all the right boo. I’ll dead that friendship, you don’t have to tolerate anything that you’re not cool with. I know I said you have Hendrix, but the situations are different. It’s dead Story, ain’t no sweat about it.” I did not give her the opportunity to say anything after that.

I started kissing her again and I led us to her bed. I took her pajamas off and when she was naked, I started heating her pussy. The only thing I kicked off were my gym shoes. I’d take my clothes off when I was finished. One thing was on my mind and that was making my girl feel amazing.

Our fingers interlocked and her legs wrapped around my neck the same way a kid ties their shoes. My mouth and tongue touched every part of her body. Story was panting, shaking and kept asking me what had gotten into me. The only part of me that answered her was my dick.