FIVE | BLAINE
After crazy pants left out the store, I folded the envelope he gave me and pushed it inside my purse before going back to the floor to continue covering the rest of Fallen’s shift. I made it home to see Sam leaning against the front door of our apartment.
“Hey.” She spoke as I took my keys out.
“What’s up?” I nodded.
“Where Fallen?” she asked as I opened the door.
“Right here.” Fallen spoke coming around the corner wearing her uniform.
“What’s up baby?” Sam asked lighting up seeing Fallen.
Lately, I hadn’t seen Sam around as much, mostly because Fallen hadn’t been home as much. I knew she was falling for Jamar, but she didn’t want to believe it.
“Hey.” Fallen said darting in the apartment ahead of her. “I’m going to jump in the shower real quick, give me a second.” She offered to Sam.
“Okay.” Sam nodded.
I went to my room to avoid the sad look in Sam’s eyes, she wasn’t stupid, she knew something was going on with her girlfriend and I wanted no parts of the bomb that was slowly counting down between them.
I shook out two Tylenol from the bottle for the stomach cramps that were tormenting me and opened the envelop Kyrie gave me earlier.
Every time I saw him, made it harder and harder to resist, but he would open his mouth to speak and make it easy for me to push him away.
Inside of the envelope were Facebook messages from him and what appeared to be me.
The only problem was I didn’t have a Facebook and never did.
I had IG, Twitter, and Snapchat, but no Facebook.
The messages were entertaining to say the least but reading through them made me understand him a lot better.
He really thought I was just blowing him off when he was asking me about knowing me.
The details I was reading could have only come from one person.
Now I felt like shit, it wasn’t Kyrie’s fault he really thought it was me and based off what he read, it was me. It was my pictures, my family information, and a lot of the details about me. I grabbed my keys and stormed out the apartment briefly interrupting the argument between Fallen and Sam.
“Bitch you got some explaining to do!” I snapped as I pushed passed Kourtney.
“What?” he asked closing his door.
“This! You did this, didn’t you?” I asked her holding up the page with the picture of my tattoo.
He held the picture in front of him for a second before he realized what it was, and his mouth dropped.
“I didn’t know?—”
“Don’t lie to me! We ain’t been on that shit, let’s not do that shit now.” I shook my head.
“I met him years ago when I was into catfishing niggas, you know that about me.” He said turning away from me.
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were using my face, my family issues, or the intimate details of my life. I told you shit in confidence and you go and use it to build a person to talk to strangers on the internet?” I frowned.
“In my defense, I was only fifteen. I’m not perfect and I regret ever doing it. I really do.” He replied.
“You regret getting caught. When you saw us together at the Halloween party you could have pulled me aside and told me then.”
“In a crowded house full of people?” he frowned.
“It would have been better than finding out this way. What am I supposed to do with this information? He really thought he was talking to me. He has feelings for this person and it’s not either one of us, that’s fucked up, Kourtney.” I explained.
“I was fifteen!” he repeated.
“You said that already, but you haven’t apologized, yet. You don’t think you did anything wrong?” I asked in disbelief.
“I’m not going to apologize for falling in love with him.” He replied.
“Wow.” I said shaking my head.
“What? I can’t love him cause he’s interested in you?” he asked.
“Nah, that ain’t it at all. You are in love with a man that thinks all the shit you said came from me. He was laid up sick in the fucking hospital imagining yo bullshit flying out my mouth!” I yelled getting more and more frustrated.
“You think I don’t know that? You think that doesn’t fuck with me every night?
I’ve loved him since I was a boy and had to watch him from afar.
I wanted to move to Atlanta to be with him, I started planning this fabulous life here, you and Fallen just hopped along for the ride. ” He spat with an attitude.
“Because I love your parents and I know how they would feel if something happened to you, I’m not going to tell him it was you. I’m going to keep your secret, but you need to not ever use me or my likeness to trap niggas into fucking with you.” I hissed.
“That’s really low of you to say that to me.” He said with tears in his eyes.
“No, that’s love. That’s friendship because we both know what would happen if Kyrie found out the truth about you.” I replied.
“You don’t know how he’ll react.” He replied.
“Then why use my picture and shit? If you didn’t think he was gon’ be in his feelings about some shit, why not be yourself?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything as he looked around the room.
“Exactly my point. I love you KoKo, but I need some space from you.” I replied before I walked out of his house.
I couldn’t believe it, Kyrie wasn’t crazy, but my best friend might be.
It was gon’ take a minute for me to get over this.
I headed back home, pausing outside the door hearing Sam and Fallen arguing loudly.
Well, mostly Sam yelling loudly. I opened the door and walked in to see Sam standing over my sister as she lay on the ground.
It was clear Sam had lost her fucking mind by putting her hands on my sister.
“Get up Fallen. Come on, we going to my house.” Sam said trying to get her to stand up.
“Nah, she good.” I replied pulling my gun from my purse and pointing it at her.
“You think you the only one with a gun?” Sam asked looking at me.
“Blaine, no.” Fallen spoke up from her position on the floor.
“Sam, I don’t want to have to clean up yo brain fragments from the floor, but if you don’t back yo ass off my sister I ain’t gon’ have a choice.” I replied.
“Aight.” She said raising her hands in the air as she walked out, he apartment. “You good?” I asked as I rushed over to help my sister to her feet.
“Thank you so much!” she cried wrapping her arms around my neck.
“You my sister, I got you.” I told her.
She smiled at me and walked to her room, stopping in her tracks just outside the bathroom door, “Keep the gun.”
Three Months Later...
“Happy Valentine’s day babies.” My dad spoke into the phone while we had him on speaker.
“Thank you for the flowers daddy.” I said with a wide smile.
“You about to make me drive out there cause I ain’t sent no damn flowers.” He spat.
“Oh shit.” I mouthed to Fallen making her laugh.
I walked back over to the flowers and searched for the card.
It’s been a minute since you pepper sprayed me and ran off.
I think I miss it...
Happy Valentine’s day. I hope whoever you spend it with, makes you smile. -Kyrie
“Well, that’s sweet.” Fallen said walking up beside me.
“I didn’t want to reach out to him after seeing all those messages. He thought he was talking to me and he wasn’t, it’s not me that he has all these feelings for.” I shrugged.
“How long we been here? Three years and you two never crossed each other’s path, until now. You don’t think that’s fate?” she asked.
“About as much as I think you and Jamar meeting is fate.” I threw it back at her.
“No, that nigga got a whole baby with his lying ass. I’m not fucking with him.” She shook her head.
“If y’all was just friends then why it matter?” I asked calling her out before I walked out the room.
Throwing caution to the wind, I booked a last-minute hotel that was overpriced, but it was last minute, so I didn’t have a choice, but to pay the Four Season almost double for a room.
I decorated it with rose petals all over the place, candles and I changed all the light bulbs to red lights.
I wore a pair of sexy lace thongs under a silk black robe.
My body was lathered in cocoa butter lotion and Paris Amour body spray from Bath and Body Works.
Nervous energy flowed through my body as I checked the stripper pole, I had set up for me last minute I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but after reading all those messages, I felt like maybe I should give Kyrie a try.
The knock at the door grabbed my attention and I instantly tossed back the small bottle of Hennessy from the mini fridge.
“Hey.” I smiled once I opened the door.
“Damn!” Kyrie replied shaking his head as his eyes wondered over my body. “Glad you like it.” I told him pulling him into the hotel room.
He pushed the bouquet of pink roses into my hands and closed the door behind him. I led him over to the bed and pushed him to sit down while I put the flowers in some water.
“You finna strip for me, shorty?” he asked eyeing the stripper pole.
“Play something.” I told him stepping into the high stilettos near the pole.
It took him a second or two before I heard Trevor Jackson’s Right Now play from the iPhone in his hands. Slowly, I untied my robe and danced my way into his lap.
“Hold up.” Kyrie told me taking the gun out his waistband.
He glanced at me before he smiled and picked me up, carrying me as he put his gun in the nightstand. I tightened my legs around his waist and bit down on my bottom lip as I inhaled his familiar scent. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest when his deep, brown eyes fell on mine.
“Shorty, you ain’t have to do all this for me, I would have been cool just kicking it with you at the crib.” He told me.
“I pepper sprayed you?—”
“That shit hurt too.” He cut me off with a frown.
“I’m sorry. Now, put me down so I can show you how much.” I told him.
He did as he was told, and I let my body get lost with the beat of the music. I ended the dance with the robe on the floor and my pussy grinding against his hard dick.
“You heard what that song said, I need that shit right now.” He panted.
He moved me off his lap and stood up taking off his clothes while I used his phone to play something else. Kyrie climbed between my legs and kissed my stomach lightly before continued moving up to my face. He kissed me softly almost distracting me while he attempted to push inside me.
“Oh, shit.” I moaned as he sucked on my lips.
“You put on a condom?” I asked as he stroked me.
Instead of answering me he increased his strokes and pushed all the thoughts out of my head. A few strokes later I was cumming all over him.
“Fuck” he groaned when he shook and came too.
We both lay back against the sheets struggling to catch our breaths.
“My fault.” He finally spoke a few minutes later. “Yo shit had a nigga in a death lock, I couldn’t hold back.” He told me as he pulled my body to him and kissed my tattoo on my wrist.
“Happy Valentine’s day, Blaine. I really appreciate you kicking it with me today.” He told me as he stared at me.
“Maybe we could do this more often, I mean if you ain’t got a girlfriend or nothing.” I shrugged.
“Nah, I been waiting on you.” He told me leaning in and kissing my neck. We fell into a comfortable silence until he glanced at me again.
“What?” I asked.
“What we going to do now?” he asked.
“Oh, I got a bunch of shit planned.” I told him with a seductive grin as I stroked his dick.
“Round two gotta go down in the tub, but what made you want to fuck with me all of a sudden?” He trailed a finger from my stomach down to my hip.
“Honestly?” I raised an eyebrow.
“On some real shit, that’s all I’m ever gon’ give you is the truth so, that’s what I need from you. I ain’t gon’ always tell you what you want to hear, but I’m always gon’ give you what’s real.”
“See, you say that, but everybody wants to be a real nigga. Hood niggas keep it real in the streets, y’all keep it real with yo boys and shit, but never the female that’s riding for you.
Those messages...man, you really put yourself out there and I just wish it would have been me you were talking to. ” I cupped his chin as I spoke.
He nodded slowly as he licked his lips and focused on me, “I look at you and I see the hurt behind those pretty eyes. One day soon, I want to know all the details and I want to be the person you run to when the world is falling down because that’s what I need.”
He paused as I traced his full lips with the pad of my thumb while his words bounced around my head.
“What you think? You think I can get to know the real Blaine Sutton?” His voice was raspy and ragged filled with desire and need.
His eyes never left mine as he bent his head and used his mouth like a vacuum to slurp a hardened nipple in his mouth.
My back arched as I held his face and shut my eyes while his mouth and tongue trailed kisses along my body.
“Damn, Blaine. Look what you did.” He groaned as he slid a finger inside me.
I couldn’t think and the sexual tension in the room was so thick, I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Tell me...” his thick mushroom head rubbed against my clit. “Say it.”
“Please.” I whimpered as he smeared my juices increasing the friction that was making me delirious.
“Nah, baby not please,” he laughed his face now hovering dangerously close to mine.
His eyes ran up and down my face before focusing on my lips.
A soft peck quickly turned passionate when his tongue slid in my mouth, I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
He plunged inside me until he couldn’t go any further and stopped, he held my hips and kissed my lips and then the side of my face.
“I want you Blaine, not just what you show the world, I want it all. Don’t hold back from me, give it all to me. Tell me I can have it.”
“Tell me!” He grunted as he slammed into me and again, I couldn’t speak.
“Say it!” he pulled out, glared at me and pushed inside of me again.
His deep strokes were knocking against my cervix, but it was the wall around my heart that was chipping away.
Please, don’t break my heart. I prayed silently when I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Yes! Yes!” I finally cried out.
“Yes, what?” he paused to focus on my face.
“I’m yours, Kyrie.” I panted.
“Damn, right.” He pushed my legs into the crook of his arms and plunged back inside me.