Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shaking off unwanted emotion, Yanna trudged her way through Troi and Onyx’s house and out the front door.
She sighed in frustration when she reached the outside.
Feelings like these were what she tried hard to avoid.
At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to get in her vehicle and get the hell out of there.
Yanna would never admit it out loud, but seeing Yasmine’s video bothered her.
The moment she opened the video and saw the smirk on Yasmine’s face, and Kas’ satisfied smile exiting behind her, she experienced a feeling she’d never faced before.
Her heart met her bottom, and her stomach twisted in discomfort.
She couldn’t place what the feeling was, but she knew she never wanted to feel it again.
From the very first time Kas had lied about chilling with his friends but was actually with a girl, her defenses had gone up.
They’d only known each other for a few days at the time, which meant he owed her nothing and had no reason to lie to her.
Lying when you didn’t even have to was a huge red flag.
Yanna already had a hard time opening up to any man, and she felt like things between her and Kas had progressed way too quickly.
She was trying to coach herself into going with the flow because it worked out for Troi and Onyx.
Besides, she liked him, so she figured she could let his transgression go, something she usually didn’t do.
However, just like a nigga, Kas showed her she’d been foolish to try and trust him.
There had been other instances of Kas being sneaky, most involving Yasmine.
Yanna had long ago lost count of the amount of times Kas promised he was different, urging her to trust him more.
They’d had several conversations about him only wanting to be with her, but tragically for Kas, Yanna wasn’t so easily persuaded.
He’d fooled her once, and that one was on him.
Yanna wasn’t the type you could fool twice, but somehow Kas had managed to get that one off too.
She wouldn’t allow him a third. Purging Kas from her life was much easier said than done, however.
Right on cue, the door to the house opened, and Kas hurried outside, stopping short when he noticed her standing there.
Yanna couldn’t help but admire his features, body tingling involuntarily as his tongue swiped his pink bottom lip.
Her eyes roamed to his shirtless chest, admiring how the gold, diamond encrusted WCMG chain complimented his yellow toned skin.
Catching her off guard, Kas snatched her keys from her hand. “Kasra, please. I don’t feel like playing with you.”
“Ain’t nobody playing, come to the house.”
Kas didn’t bother giving her time to protest, simply led the way to his home, ascended his steps and punched in the code to enter.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, she unstrapped her Lucite heels and tossed them in the corner of the foyer.
There was a pair of Tory Burch slides amongst the pairs of shoes, and she slipped her feet into those.
“You hungry or something?”
“You just sat and watched me eat at Troi and Onyx’s. Plus, I’m going home. I only let you drive me because I didn’t feel like you making a scene in the parking lot.”
“You not about to drive all the way home, so you might as well get comfortable.” Kas toed off his shoes then waltzed into his living room. Like he expected, Yanna was fresh on his heels.
“Come on, I don’t feel like playing with you. You pissed me off, and I want to go home.”
“I pissed you off because I made up some kids? Who gives a fuck if that nigga thinks you have kids or not. You was never gone see him after tonight anyway.”
“You don’t know that,” Yanna stated with a smirk.
“Oh, I knew.”
When it came to Yanna entertaining other men, Kas would run interference every time. That night had been a good one because he didn’t completely show his ass. If Yanna tried him on a good night, he’d be with the shits, and though aggravated, she was thankful he hadn’t taken it there.
“And you like playing stupid, but you know damn well I’m not mad about that stupid shit you pulled.”
“Well, we gone talk the shit out until you not mad at all then.” Kas sat her car keys down on his coffee table but just as quickly scooped them back up when he noticed her eyeing them.
“Really? We about to do this childish shit?”
“Yup, I told you yo ass won’t going nowhere tonight.”
“Kas, give me my damn keys.”
“Get ‘em.” Kas teased, smiling as he raised his hand above his head. He already had about six inches in height over Yanna.
“Seriously? I swear you’re a fucking kid.” She kicked off her slides and stood on his coffee table, moving swiftly to grab her keys, but not quickly enough. Kas dodged her, moving out of the way before she could reach him. “Bruh, give me my fucking keys!”
“I’m not giving you shit. Get yo ass off my fucking table and sit down somewhere.”
“All this for what? Ain’t like you give a damn about me anyway, so stop trying to hold me back.”
“Hold you back from what? Stop playing like you don’t know who you belong to.”
“Nigga, I don’t belong to nobody but the Lord. Stupid ass. You love playing games.”
“Nah, that’s yo silly ass with the games.
Doing all this extra shit. Come on, let’s just get it all out the way now and save us some time.
Stupid ass nigga, you not my man anyway, I’mma find me another nigga…
I’m sorry Kas, Fuck me Kas.” An accurate interpretation.
It was the cycle of their relationship in a nutshell. Argue, fuck, cum, rinse, repeat.
“Don’t nobody want that average ass dick.”
“It’s average, but you be choking on this muh’fucka though.”
“I always said I would get into acting one day. I just be practicing.”
“You love lying.”
“Know what? Troi has a spare key to my jeep, I’ll just get it from her. You can keep that key, idiot.”
“Lay a finger on that doorknob and I’mma fuck you up.”
“It’s so adorable when you try to be intimidating. Bye.” Yanna jumped down from the table, heading for the door. She squealed when Kas grabbed her in a bear hug from behind, slamming her down onto his couch.
“Why the hell you always playing with me, Yanna?” Kisses to her neck trailed between his question. “Huh?”
“Nigga, get off me.”
“Make me get off you.” He kissed her again. Clutching the hem of her dress, trying to pull it off, but Yanna wasn’t allowing him easy access. “Lift yo ass up.”
“Ugh, I hate you.” Yanna groaned, lifting so that Kas could remove her skirt.
“Yea, that’s what the fuck I thought.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.” Right on schedule. They never deferred from their toxic cycle of insults and disrespect that led right to sex.
“Yo ass stay talking all that shit for nothing. I always end up right between these thick ass thighs.”
“I’mma hate you again as soon as we’re done. Just ahh, fuck.” She moaned as he entered her.
“Just what?”
“Nothiiing,” she crooned, clasping her eyes shut.
He captured her chin in his hand and squeezed gently. “Open them,” he demanded. Smiling as she slowly opened her eyes. He had a compulsion for fucking her in the missionary position, while he forced her to hold his gaze. It seemed to be the only way he could ever get her to stop talking shit.
Kas had always been fine as hell to Yanna with his caramel skin, deep dimples, and curly hair.
A rude ass pretty boy, and it was something about the intensity in his eyes while they sexed that made her delusional.
She was well aware she should stand on her word whenever she said Kas wasn’t her man, but sometimes toxic dick was the most intoxicating.
Yanna was neither dumb nor ditsy, but when it came to Kas, she was always stupid in that regard.
With his hand still cupping her face, Kas kissed her sloppily.
He hit her with a left stroke that his brother had aptly named the finisher.
That, mixed with the kisses and debilitating eye lock, was doing as the name intended.
His stroke became so intense that Yanna had to put a hand on his shoulder, unintentionally attempting to push him back.
“Move yo muh’fuckin hand, Jaiyanna. Why you touching me?”
A hand on her throat accompanied the rhetorical question.
He applied light pressure, eye lock holding steady as she started to wind her hips beneath him.
Kas’ teeth captured his bottom lip, reveling in the beauty underneath him.
Never shy about vocalizing his pleasure, he made just as much noise as she did.
Unbeknownst to Kas, his moaning was always a turn on for her.
Her body shook, feeling her climax nearing.
“Unh, Kaaas, shit!” She croaked out the best she could with her breathing compromised.
Kas smirked, always so damn cocky as he mumbled into her mouth. “You sure that pussy don’t belong to me, Yanna?”
“I’m… not… sure of … anything right now,” she panted.
“It sure feels like it does.” Another self-assured grin as he felt the shaking of her body intensify.
When his strokes heightened, so did the hold he had on her neck, causing her eyes to roll into her head.
Feeling as though his job had been fulfilled, he removed his hand.
“Catch yo breath then cum on this dick.”
The sound of Yanna sucking in air bounced off the walls, turning into a scream as she reached her peak. A few more strokes and Kas was pulling out, releasing his seed onto her stomach.
“I told you about doing that shit like you’re marking me. Get it off!”
“Ain’t gotta mark what’s already mine. It was either on you or in you, like usual. Next time, I’ll leave it in, make the next nine months real fun for you.”
“Won’t be no next time. Hurry up and wipe it off.”