threw her onto the bed and went to his closet. “See these?” he yelled again, “I got plenty of copies, enough for your friends, co-workers, even your muthafuckin’ pastor,” he told her and Alisha knew she’d better tread lightly.
Sammy was furious and when he got this mad, it was her ass that usually got whipped. “I’m sorry Sammy,” she said quietly beginning to cry. Sammy sighed deeply seeing her tears as his anger began to abate somewhat.
“I want my woman back, and I’m not going to repeat myself again,” he told her looking directly into her eyes. “Alisha, I’m not bullshittin’ you,” he went on still never taking his eyes from her. “You got one week, seven fuckin’ days, to break this shit up,” Sammy finished evenly.
Alisha nodded her head that she understood; knowing anything else would bring her pain. Sammy walked to the bed where she was still laying and sat next to her, pulling her close.
“Why you gotta make me mad like that?” he asked softly as he kissed her lips.
Alisha knew what was coming next as his hand slid inside her shirt and caressed her bare breast. Damn, she thought to herself feeling her body heat up. Sammy had her hooked and now he was forcing her back into his boat. How the hell am I supposed to let Lathan go? Alisha thought as Sammy stripped off her clothes.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to pull it off, but she had to rid herself of Sammy or it would be the end of her and Lathan forever. Alisha sighed gently and pushed the thoughts from her mind as Sammy kissed her, sliding inside her, and making all her worries disappear.
*****
Chrissalyn was ending her conversation with Devon. He was out of town on yet another business trip. The company kept him hopping and he was compensated well for it. She sighed gently thinking of their relationship and how well it was progressing. She was growing closer to him all the time and pushing Lathan further and further out of her conscious stream. I’m actually beginning to enjoy just being his friend , Chrissalyn thought to herself as she rose to make herself something to eat. She’d just turned the oven on when her phone rang. She smiled to herself thinking it was Devon calling back as he’d promised. “Hello,” she answered cheerfully expecting her boyfriend’s voice on the other end.
“Hi Chriss,” Lathan said softly.
Chrissalyn frowned slightly, disappointed it wasn’t Devon and equally shocked that it was Lathan. “Hi Lathan, wassup?” she asked amiably, curious about his purpose for calling.
“I was wondering if I could stop by for a little while,” Lathan asked hoping she would say yes. He’d worked his nerve up and it was now or never.
Chrissalyn was intrigued as she held the phone and deliberated whether she would let him stop by.
“What’s going on Lathan, is there something wrong?” she fished hoping he would let some of his reasoning spill out.
Lathan sighed gently and told her he needed to talk to her, in person. “I know its late Chriss,” Lathan began again, “I promise not to stay long,” he added for good measure.
Chrissalyn sighed gently and acquiesced. He told her he would be there in the next twenty minutes and disconnected.
“So now what?” Chrissalyn said aloud to herself of her impending visitor.
She thought they’d said all they needed to say. They were civil and got along decently enough that no one questioned it. As she fluffed the pillow Chrissalyn allowed herself to entertain the thought that Lathan was going to finally come clean with her about his feelings. Then what? Her mind immediately threw at her. What about Devon and even Alisha for that matter? Granted she didn’t care for Alisha, still she was Lathan’s choice. Then there was Devon. The two of them were exceptionally close now, with Chrissalyn seriously contemplating sleeping with him when he returned at the end of the week. Stop it , her mind chastised her. Chrissalyn sighed deeply and returned to
Sammy was furious and when he got this mad, it was her ass that usually got whipped. “I’m sorry Sammy,” she said quietly beginning to cry. Sammy sighed deeply seeing her tears as his anger began to abate somewhat.
“I want my woman back, and I’m not going to repeat myself again,” he told her looking directly into her eyes. “Alisha, I’m not bullshittin’ you,” he went on still never taking his eyes from her. “You got one week, seven fuckin’ days, to break this shit up,” Sammy finished evenly.
Alisha nodded her head that she understood; knowing anything else would bring her pain. Sammy walked to the bed where she was still laying and sat next to her, pulling her close.
“Why you gotta make me mad like that?” he asked softly as he kissed her lips.
Alisha knew what was coming next as his hand slid inside her shirt and caressed her bare breast. Damn, she thought to herself feeling her body heat up. Sammy had her hooked and now he was forcing her back into his boat. How the hell am I supposed to let Lathan go? Alisha thought as Sammy stripped off her clothes.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to pull it off, but she had to rid herself of Sammy or it would be the end of her and Lathan forever. Alisha sighed gently and pushed the thoughts from her mind as Sammy kissed her, sliding inside her, and making all her worries disappear.
*****
Chrissalyn was ending her conversation with Devon. He was out of town on yet another business trip. The company kept him hopping and he was compensated well for it. She sighed gently thinking of their relationship and how well it was progressing. She was growing closer to him all the time and pushing Lathan further and further out of her conscious stream. I’m actually beginning to enjoy just being his friend , Chrissalyn thought to herself as she rose to make herself something to eat. She’d just turned the oven on when her phone rang. She smiled to herself thinking it was Devon calling back as he’d promised. “Hello,” she answered cheerfully expecting her boyfriend’s voice on the other end.
“Hi Chriss,” Lathan said softly.
Chrissalyn frowned slightly, disappointed it wasn’t Devon and equally shocked that it was Lathan. “Hi Lathan, wassup?” she asked amiably, curious about his purpose for calling.
“I was wondering if I could stop by for a little while,” Lathan asked hoping she would say yes. He’d worked his nerve up and it was now or never.
Chrissalyn was intrigued as she held the phone and deliberated whether she would let him stop by.
“What’s going on Lathan, is there something wrong?” she fished hoping he would let some of his reasoning spill out.
Lathan sighed gently and told her he needed to talk to her, in person. “I know its late Chriss,” Lathan began again, “I promise not to stay long,” he added for good measure.
Chrissalyn sighed gently and acquiesced. He told her he would be there in the next twenty minutes and disconnected.
“So now what?” Chrissalyn said aloud to herself of her impending visitor.
She thought they’d said all they needed to say. They were civil and got along decently enough that no one questioned it. As she fluffed the pillow Chrissalyn allowed herself to entertain the thought that Lathan was going to finally come clean with her about his feelings. Then what? Her mind immediately threw at her. What about Devon and even Alisha for that matter? Granted she didn’t care for Alisha, still she was Lathan’s choice. Then there was Devon. The two of them were exceptionally close now, with Chrissalyn seriously contemplating sleeping with him when he returned at the end of the week. Stop it , her mind chastised her. Chrissalyn sighed deeply and returned to
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