lay a smack on him, only this time Corey sees it coming and grabs her wrist before her well-manicured hand can make contact with his cheek.
“Oh come on Mimi. Maybe pull out a new box of tricks or something. All this same shit is getting old.” He has her wrist in a tight hold as she struggles to get out of his grip but ends up pushing herself up against him. He wraps his arm around her and holds her in place.
“Guys stop. This is dumb.” I say standing ready to break up their fight. Mimi stops moving and glares at him. I look at them both as if I’m mother hen, begging them to stop this childish fighting.
“Never and I mean, NEVER compare me to Marie again. Next time you want a good time, think about breaking up with your fucking girlfriend before you call me. You piece of fucking shit cumsucking-bastard.” Her eyes look black as Corey’s hold on her diminishes. She takes a couple steps backwards before spinning around. The last thing anyone sees is her dark, mahogany colored hair flowing behind her.
“I… I’m pretty sure that you should leave.” I mumble pointing towards the door, thankful that my house wasn’t demolished when hurricane Mimi came through.
Corey throws his hands in his hair pulling at the ends. “You see that, how the hell can I talk to her when all we ever do is fight. I just want to…” He lets out a loud roar that startles me. “All I want to do is try… But at the same time… I just want to take her against the wall and teach her… Teach her.”
“Okay, enough, enough. I don’t want to hear it.” I say closing my eyes and putting my hands over my ears. Lalalala. No way did I need the picture in my mind of the two of them rolling around in the sack.
“Just, have her call me whenever she calms down.” He growls, clearly frustrated. The door slamming tells me he’s left. I stare at the wood floor wondering how I got to this point. How I went from being the slutty bullied girl, to being loved once again; to knowing that my ex, my tormentor loves my best friend. This is some shit out of the Real World.
“MIMI JONES.” I bellow out, praying that she listens and comes out here to talk.
“NO.” She yells back.
Maybe I should just give her some time. I cross my legs and sit on the couch looking at the time on my phone. I still have a lot of time before I get to see Rex, and honestly my business presentation is the last thing I feel like doing. I decide to stretch out and grab one of the blankets behind the couch. I grab a pillow, and shove it under my head and lay on my stomach. I tell myself I won’t fall asleep, but soon my thoughts of Rex are mixing with the darkness of my mind and before you know it I’m falling into the deep abyss.
***
A feather light touch runs along the inseam of my shorts. The delicate touch of lips on my shoulder makes me groan out. This dream feels too real. His tongue glides against the curve of my neck. Teeth nip at my earlobe, and cause my eyes to pop open. I roll over and come face to face with Rex, and he’s smiling like the cat who ate the canary. He knows what he does to me. There’s a possessive look in his eyes.
“About time you woke up pretty girl.” He whispers in my hair, his breath causing my hair to tickle my face. Yup, and what a way to wake up.
“What time is it?” I ask, attempting to hide the fact that I would jump him at any moment in time. He smiles down on me again, and my breath hitches. We may have messed up somewhere along the way, but I would never trade the man in front of me for another.
“It doesn’t matter what time it is…” He says clearly distracted by me. His fingers run along my thigh and skim against the frayed pieces of my shorts. He burrows his face into the side of my neck. Just his breath causes my blood pressure to rise,
“Oh come on Mimi. Maybe pull out a new box of tricks or something. All this same shit is getting old.” He has her wrist in a tight hold as she struggles to get out of his grip but ends up pushing herself up against him. He wraps his arm around her and holds her in place.
“Guys stop. This is dumb.” I say standing ready to break up their fight. Mimi stops moving and glares at him. I look at them both as if I’m mother hen, begging them to stop this childish fighting.
“Never and I mean, NEVER compare me to Marie again. Next time you want a good time, think about breaking up with your fucking girlfriend before you call me. You piece of fucking shit cumsucking-bastard.” Her eyes look black as Corey’s hold on her diminishes. She takes a couple steps backwards before spinning around. The last thing anyone sees is her dark, mahogany colored hair flowing behind her.
“I… I’m pretty sure that you should leave.” I mumble pointing towards the door, thankful that my house wasn’t demolished when hurricane Mimi came through.
Corey throws his hands in his hair pulling at the ends. “You see that, how the hell can I talk to her when all we ever do is fight. I just want to…” He lets out a loud roar that startles me. “All I want to do is try… But at the same time… I just want to take her against the wall and teach her… Teach her.”
“Okay, enough, enough. I don’t want to hear it.” I say closing my eyes and putting my hands over my ears. Lalalala. No way did I need the picture in my mind of the two of them rolling around in the sack.
“Just, have her call me whenever she calms down.” He growls, clearly frustrated. The door slamming tells me he’s left. I stare at the wood floor wondering how I got to this point. How I went from being the slutty bullied girl, to being loved once again; to knowing that my ex, my tormentor loves my best friend. This is some shit out of the Real World.
“MIMI JONES.” I bellow out, praying that she listens and comes out here to talk.
“NO.” She yells back.
Maybe I should just give her some time. I cross my legs and sit on the couch looking at the time on my phone. I still have a lot of time before I get to see Rex, and honestly my business presentation is the last thing I feel like doing. I decide to stretch out and grab one of the blankets behind the couch. I grab a pillow, and shove it under my head and lay on my stomach. I tell myself I won’t fall asleep, but soon my thoughts of Rex are mixing with the darkness of my mind and before you know it I’m falling into the deep abyss.
***
A feather light touch runs along the inseam of my shorts. The delicate touch of lips on my shoulder makes me groan out. This dream feels too real. His tongue glides against the curve of my neck. Teeth nip at my earlobe, and cause my eyes to pop open. I roll over and come face to face with Rex, and he’s smiling like the cat who ate the canary. He knows what he does to me. There’s a possessive look in his eyes.
“About time you woke up pretty girl.” He whispers in my hair, his breath causing my hair to tickle my face. Yup, and what a way to wake up.
“What time is it?” I ask, attempting to hide the fact that I would jump him at any moment in time. He smiles down on me again, and my breath hitches. We may have messed up somewhere along the way, but I would never trade the man in front of me for another.
“It doesn’t matter what time it is…” He says clearly distracted by me. His fingers run along my thigh and skim against the frayed pieces of my shorts. He burrows his face into the side of my neck. Just his breath causes my blood pressure to rise,
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