The Stalker Chronicles by Electa Rome Parks Page A

lunch next week.”
    â€œDamn! Playa, playa!”
    â€œNo, it’s not even like that. I just want to make sure she’s happy, apologize, and leave on a cordial note.”
    â€œSure, you keep telling yourself that, because I know the deal. I know you. Don’t get bit in the ass again, Xavier.”

Chapter 18
    Pilar
    Afterward, after sexing with Michael, I always felt safe and sound, in a real good place. That was how I felt now, in a good, safe place. That was something I had always placed a huge premium on as an adult. No one could hurt or punish me, or make me do vile, disgusting acts that I didn’t want to. Those days were long gone—forever.
    Mama was dead, hopefully rotting in hell for all eternity, but sometimes I heard her in my head, and lately, it was more and more. She came when I wanted to sleep or when I was focusing on a task at hand. Mama always came with the same relentless chatter. It consumed my head to capacity, and I would feel as if it would burst.
    That man doesn’t want you except for one thing. He doesn’t love you. How could he? Look at yourself. Have you looked in a mirror lately? Why don’t you do something to that damn hair?
    You are one ugly creature. No one would ever guess I gave birth to you. How many pounds have you gained?
    I know I taught you better. You always get paid. Nothing in life is free. Your pussy is as good as an American Express black card. How could you let him climb on top of you and stick his dick inside you without him showing you the money? You are disgusting. All that sweating and moaning and groaning. You sounded like barnyard animals.
    You are damaged goods, girl. Don’t any normal, decent man want you.
    She would do that high-pitched cackle I always hated. I would place my hands over my ears in an attempt to block out her insistent chatter, or hit my forehead over and over with my fist until she shut the hell up.
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    â€œWow, that was good,” Michael stated, already beginning to slip into a semi-after-sex mode.
    I smiled and snuggled closer, resting my head on his chest. Michael was light skinned, athletically built, intelligent, just the type of man women wanted to be with.
    â€œYou are always so intense when we have sex,” he said, smoothing down my hair and sighing. “That’s what I love about you.”
    â€œDo you?”
    â€œYes. That and how mysterious you are.”
    â€œI’m not mysterious, Michael,” I stated, relaxing to his touch. If I were a cat, I would have purred.
    â€œYes, you are, Pilar. Hell, you know everything there is to know about me, and I know very little about you except for the basics.”
    â€œYou know the most important things,” I said, reaching for his semi-erect dick.
    â€œThat I do.” He laughed, rolling back on top of me and pinning my hands above my head.
    Bitch, you need to have him pay you if you are going to constantly let him go up inside you , Mama screamed. He’s a greedy little bastard.
    I frantically shook my head to clear my thoughts.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, baby? Michael asked, spreading my legs farther apart with his knees. ”Are you still having those headaches you mentioned?”
    â€œNo, I’m fine. I’m just thinking about how good we are together. Don’t you think?”
    He grunted as he slowly entered me again. He slid in easily and expertly; I had lost count of how many times we had gone at it.
    â€œMichael? Did you hear me?” I asked.
    â€œHmmm. Yeah, baby. Whatever you say. Damn, you have some good stuff,” he grunted.
    â€œDo you think they suspect anything at work?”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œThat we are seeing each other?”
    By now, he was slowly thrusting in and out of me, with his large hands wrapped around my neck.
    â€œShhh. Move with me.”
    â€œAnswer my question,” I demanded.
    â€œNo, we are discreet. They don’t know I’m banging you