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𝐌𝐢'𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐚 '*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'
"Uhh... you might needa plan b." Naaoir says with a guilty facial expression.
"Did you pull out at least once?" I sigh.
"Um... shiiid ion remember." He plays with his dreads, smiling.
"I'm on birth control, don't worry." I chuckle.
"Thank God." He lets out a breath of relief.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I sit up.
"Nun." He shakes his head.
"Naaoir." I mug him.
"What?" He answers, annoyed.
"You know what, nevermind." I put my legs off the bed and get my shoes on.
"Childish." He mumbles.
"Go to hell." I flip him off.
"Why you mad now?" He watches me attempt to stand.
I feel like a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time. My legs and my knees both giving out.
"You need help?" He offers.
"I don't shit from you, honest to God." I sit back down in defeat.
"What now Kelli?" He asks.
"Why you acting like having another baby with me would be the worst thing in the world? I don't want no more kids either but the way you said tHaNK GoD was low-key offensive." I look at him, waiting for an answer.
"You overthink too damn much. Don't make no damn sense." He yawns before laying down casually.
"That's not an answer." I scrunch my face up.
"Ian mean it like that, you just thinking too much mama." He gets under the cover.
"Okay so do this mean you forgiving me?" I ask.
"We been through this Kels. I been forgave you but I can't be with you." He says inna tired voice.
"Why not?" I stare at him hoping he starts to feel guilty.
"Because Kelli just lay down, ion wanna talk no more." He rubs his eyes.
"So you just wanna fuck? You leading me on at this point." I cross my arms.
"Mi'kelsia, you can either argue with yourself or you can lay down and take a nap with me." He says lifting the cover up.
I roll my eyes and get under the cover with him. He pulls me closer to him and I end up falling right asleep.
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"How's my step daughter?" AK asks as we wait for our food.
I wouldn't define us getting dinner together a date, I think what we're doing is having a nice conversation over food 🤍
"Azariah? Freeway would kill you if he heard you saying that." I laugh.
"Well it's true." He shrugs.
"No it's not cuz we're not together." I roll my eyes.
"Yes we are." He puts his hand on my thigh.
"No we not." I smack my teeth.
"Says who?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"Says me the fuck?"
"Why not?" He asks.
"Becauseeeeeee." I drag not wanting to tell him the real reason.
"Exactly. Youn even got no damn reason, you just stubborn and difficult." He rubs my thigh.
He know what he doing.
"Well for one, you cheat too much." I cross my arms.
"You gotta be kidding. Only time I cheat is after you cheat first. You kept cheating and I couldn't go out sad like that so I matched the score." He explains.
"I don't give a fuck how much I cheat, if you do it back it's a problem. Yes I'm a hypocrite and what about it?" I mug him.
"Just don't cheat." He looks at me dumb.
"Just don't cheat back." I shrug.
"You the problem in like 99% of yo relationships." He shakes his head.
"No I'm not." I deny.
"You was the one that fucked our relationship up in the first place, you really should give us another chance." He kisses my neck.
"Julian, stop." I whisper feeling his hand rub against my inner thigh.
"Stop what?" He plays dumb.
"Juliannn." I say spreading my legs a lil.
"We in public." I remind him as licks his fingers.
"Can't nobody see under this table, chillat." He chuckles, sliding his hand in my thong.
"Ohh my God." I sigh as he starts rubbing my clit.
