First off, I want to thank everyone who has read the first part of this series. I am so happy that I got great feedback. I would love more feedback, as well as suggestions of what you guys like to read. Tell me what I'm missing to add a little more spice into these stories! This is my first time doing this, so all feedback will help me. Again, thank you all and I hope to keep your support! --Ciao*
My head seriously started spinning! I didn't know what to do or say. I instantly became chicken-shit and froze up. I could've played along with her, but I wasn't sure if she was just joking, testing me, or serious about the intention behind her words and how she said them. I scrambled over a few inaudible words that didn't even make a complete sentence, laughed nervously, grabbed my lotion, and headed upstairs.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
...
I got dressed as slowly as possible, because I was too embarrassed about my reaction a little earlier downstairs. Realizing I couldn't avoid the confrontation, I finally made my way to the living room, where Felicia was sitting on the couch, hysterically laughing at Sal, who was doing some embarrassing shit on that show
Impractical Jokers.
We really do have a lot in common. I absolutely love that show. It's a reality comedy show about four friends who send each other out in the public one by one to embarrass themselves for their amusement. Acting as though nothing happened, I laughed along with her, as I made my way toward the couch.
"Man, that shower felt so good!" Felicia stretched her arms over her head and yawned. "I thought I was gonna crash when I sat down, but this show woke me right up!" I guess she was just joking, because she never even brought up the subject about her acting like she was hitting on me; I left it alone.
"I know. I had them install those rain showers with the massagers in all the bathrooms. Since I don't have a man yet, I have to settle for those to do the job after my workouts. And trust me, they do just as good of a job, if not, better!"
She slapped me a high-five and laughed. "I know! I definitely needed one after that torturous workout."
"You're coming over again right? You have to do it ritually to see and to feel the results."
Felicia looked at me sideways, "I think I might have to
intentionally
avoid you! There is
no way
I'm doing that every day! Hell, I'm so lazy, I
drive
to my mailbox."
We shared a laugh. "Man, I'm thirsty!" I went into the kitchen to grab us some water bottles. When I made my way back into the living room to hand her one, my heart stopped for a half of a second, because she was standing at my display cabinet next to the LED TV, staring at the picture of Shelly again.
Fucking shit!
I cursed myself.
Why do you keep forgetting to take that picture down and put it somewhere else?!
In the midst of the move, I didn't think about the stuff that needed to be discarded. I just needed to get the hell out of town and I wasn't thinking about the little shit that needed to stay or go. Boy don't I wish I had now! The company I hired was told to throw everything in the labeled boxes. I didn't feel like going through all of the little things with so much stress going on in my life when I came here either, so when the company I hired here to unpack everything was doing their job, they must've put it up there. They were told to put everything in the room that was coherent with the labels on the boxes. They did a great job, but now I was getting upset that they did too good of a job.
She didn't know I had entered the room yet, so before she got a chance to say anything about the picture, I drew her attention away from the cabinet by laughing extremely loud and hard. She turned around just like I wanted her to, and I began pointing at the TV. I didn't know what was happening, because I didn't catch the task that Joe was sent out to do. I was sure it was funny anyway, so I used that to my advantage.
"What the hell is so funny?!" she was smiling.
Good!
I pretended to catch my breath, so I had time to really see what stunt they were making Joe do this time. When I was confident that I had caught this episode before, I began speaking, acting like it was hard for me to get the words out. "They're, they're in this all-you-can-eat buffet" --more laughing- "and, instead of ge-getting food from the buffet, they have to try to get their food off of other people's plates. The customers are getting so pissed off! Look at that guys face!" I began laughing hysterically again, to really put on a show.
She focused on the TV again and slowly walked back to the couch to sit down. "Oh my gawd!" Felicia began laughing with me. "Did he really just scoop all of that lady's food off her plate onto his?!" We laughed some more until our stomachs began to hurt.
"Sometimes, I can't take this show! I'm about to pee my pants. I need to use the bathroom." Holding her lower abdomen, she jumped up and sprinted toward the bathroom. When I heard the door close, I took the opportunity to hop up, grab the picture, and place it under one of the couch cushions.
Yes!
Now I didn't have to worry about any more questions about Shelly.
Out of sight, out of mind...
...
XAVIER:
I had been driving by Felicia's house for the past few days, building up the courage to walk up to her doorstep. I will admit that I made a huge mistake in letting the money thing ruin our relationship and not playing it as smoothly as I should have, but hell, what do you expect? I was getting fed up with her stingy ass. Who wouldn't want a lil' somethin' from your significant other when they're sitting on as much as she is? Selfish bitch! I can get her back though. That tramp was in love with me, and I can definitely have her on my arm again in a split second, guaranteed!
FELICIA:
I couldn't believe it. I was so soft hearted and dumb at times. Xavier has been coming over every day for a week now, since Friday morning. He told me that he flew in the night before that Friday, because he was coming to visit his mom. I'll admit that I still do have feelings for this man. I mean, I was in a committed relationship with this man for nearly a year and a half. Come to find out, he wanted my money more than he wanted me. I don't know how he found out about it or when, but he did. He apologized with tears and his eyes and everything, claiming how stupid he'd been. I don't know if I believe him, but I really want to. And now, I have this man sitting on my couch eating up all of my Doritos. I can't help it though. He's so fucking sexy, and I just couldn't say no.
Xavier is almost 6'3" and 200 pounds of pure muscle that sits under the most beautiful dark ebony skin. And I don't mean that body-builder meat-head type of muscle. I'm talking athletic build, where a man has broad, wide, chiseled shoulders that are complimented by a small waste; like the shape of the letter "V". If you Google Djimon Hounsou, Tyrese Gibson, Idris Elba, and Lance Gross, then you get the idea. As for his dick and his dick game? Type in Justin Slayer, and I don't have to say anymore! Another problem within the relationship though, was that I think he was running through as many girls as Justin Slayer has, if not, more. It made me feel so insecure. I mean, I know I wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but I know for a fact that there was no way in hell I was the ugliest. I just didn't understand it.
He was just so intoxicating and addictive to me. It was so hard for me to say no to him, especially after all this time. I still craved for him to be deep inside of me the way he used to be. He is the only man that has ever made me cum, and trust me, that is something
extremely
hard to give up! Staring at him, I wanted to punch him in the face and hop right on his lap at the same time. That's how confused I was.
"Baby, go get me some water please. These chips are making me thirsty as hell." Smacking my lips, I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen to fetch him a bottle of water, just like the little dog I became around him. I pretended to be pissed just for face, but inside I was as giddy as a dumb school-girl. I couldn't help it.
"Here!" I tossed the bottle at him, and it hit him on the right side of his face.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
"Damn, I didn't do it on purpose! Learn how to catch!" I plopped down on the other side of the sectional, grabbed the remote, and turned it to the DIY Network.
"What the fuck, man! I was watching the game?"
I ignored him.
"Oh, it's like that, huh? Give me that fuckin' remote!"
He walked toward me, leaned down, and began tickling me. He knew I hated to be tickled!
"Xavier, stop!" --laughing- "Xavier, I'm not playing, sto-" --more laughing-. I fell to the floor and he fell on top of me. I tried to hide the remote under my ass so he couldn't find it.
In the sexiest voice he put his hot mouth up to my ear and said in a low raspy voice, "Why you always playing with me girl?!"
XAVIER:
