Chapter 2 #2
When she closed her eyes, Amar flipped her onto her back and began to suck passionately on her neck because he knew that was her spot.
Heiress arched her back and moaned as her pussy gripped his dick like a vice, and she came all on his shit.
Amar grunted before releasing her neck and going down to eat her ass up.
Heiress whimpered like a woman possessed as he probed her slit with his tongue then swirled it around her clit and slurped like she was an ice cream cone.
He ate her out until her legs were trembling, and she didn’t know if she should beg him to stop or keep going.
Finally, he stopped, but when he plunged back into her gushy goodness orgasm number two was instant.
“Fuuccckk,” she cried out as she came long and hard.
The moment her body stopped trembling, he flipped her over and hit her from the back.
Amar choked her since she was wearing a wig, and he couldn’t pull her hair.
With him restricting her flow of oxygen, Heiress’ moans came out choppy while he stroked her savagely from behind.
“Amar, baby, fuck!” She shrieked while he grunted.
He hated to do it, but he pulled out just in time to cum all over her ass cheeks.
They cleaned up in the shower and went to sleep cuddled up.
She didn’t want a relationship cool. Amar would take what he could get until that wasn’t good enough for him anymore.
“You changed your number?”
Heiress ran smack into her ex when she walked out of her apartment.
Startled and caught off guard, she tried to play it cool, but her heart was pounding hard enough to alter her breathing.
She had been working crazy hours and had been lucky to avoid him in the two weeks since they broke up.
She changed her number and planned to be done for good this time.
Kevin was too damn jealous and possessive.
She had never cheated on him or even come close to it.
His temper tantrums and outbursts were too much for her to keep dealing with and despite his crying and begging, she left.
Heiress got accused of cheating every other day.
Kevin was the most insecure man walking the earth, and it made her life hell.
“I have to go to work. I don’t have time for this. Please leave me alone.” Heiress tried to pull her door closed, but Kevin shoved her back inside.
“Two years. We been together for two years, and you just gon’ throw the shit away.
As soon as you started working at that warehouse around all those niggas you started acting different.
I told you, you wasn’t never leaving me.
You think this shit a game? If I can’t have you none of them niggas will. Bet that shit.”
“Leave me alone,” she screamed knowing that her walls were thin. She always heard her neighbors’ kids running through the apartment playing and making all kinds of noise. Heiress hoped that someone would hear her and call 9-1-1, but Kevin didn’t appreciate her screaming.
“You trying to get me locked up? Huh? That’s what you want? Well, if I’m going to jail, I’m going for a reason.” From there, he proceeded to punch her in the face like she was a man.
The pain buckled her knees. Heiress wanted to fight back, but she was dazed, and Kevin used that opportunity to hit her again and again and again.
The fourth blow knocked her to the floor, and she just knew her nose was broken.
She kicked and screamed with all her might but for the next thirty seconds he punched and kicked her like she meant nothing to him.
Kevin alternated between using his fist and his feet.
He cracked her ribs. He broke her nose. She sprained her own wrist trying to get away from him and when he picked her head up and banged it on the floor, he split her skin open.
There was blood and urine all over her floor, and she blacked out.
Kevin stepped over her and walked out of the apartment like nothing happened.
Her neighbor had been outside smoking, and she heard the screaming.
When Kevin emerged from the apartment all sweaty and breathing hard, she knew she needed to call 9-1-1, and she did.
Heiress didn’t realize she was crying in her sleep and when she felt someone gently grab her, she awoke with a start. “It’s me, baby,” Amar assured her in a soothing tone as she looked on embarrassed and wiped her tears.
“What time is it? I have to get going.” She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Amar placed a finger under her chin, turned her face towards his, and placed the softest kiss on her lips. He let it linger for a bit before pulling away. He just wanted to remind her that she was in the presence of a real nigga and that she was safe.
“You want breakfast?”
Breakfast would have been nice, but Heiress really wanted to be alone to get herself together. She shook her head no and offered him a smile. Easing out of his bed she looked around for her clothes. “I can catch an Uber home.”
Amar kissed his teeth and tossed back the covers. “Picture that shit. You really be trying me.”
After he got dressed in record time they headed out to his car. She didn’t even have to ask, but he stopped at Starbuck’s simply because he knew her so well and got her a venti Dragon drink. “Thank you,” she smiled at him.
“No problem. What you got planned for today?”
“I have to sew like two outfits, and I have to ship out about ten orders.”
Heiress had her own clothing line. She sewed custom pieces and added them to her website weekly.
She would only make ten of each outfit in a few different sizes, and she would always sell out minutes after posting.
She made jackets, dresses, joggers, shirts, sweaters, blazers, shorts, you name it.
Because her items were unique and custom, she didn’t lowball her prices at all, and she made damn good money.
She priced her last jacket at $250, and she sold out in minutes.
If niggas could cash out on Gucci and Louie, they would have to pay her too.
“That’s what’s up. I want you to make me a jacket. Something hot. Freak the hell out of it.”
Heiress smiled. “I got you.” Amar was often her biggest supporter.
There wasn’t anything bad she could say about him and yet, she still couldn’t let him all the way in.
The thought of it literally gave her panic attacks.
No one would ever understand how bad Kevin messed her up.
He didn’t start out abusive and controlling and every time he tried to justify his psychotic behavior, he’d start with something like I just love you so much. You make a nigga crazy.
He was lowkey blaming her for him being off his rocker. If that’s what love was, she didn’t want it, and she was scared for another man to love her. Maybe she needed therapy, but she hadn’t gone yet. In her mind, all she had to do in order to be okay was to not fall in love.
Amar pulled up in front of her building and looked over at her. “I hope you have an amazing day shawty.”
With a smile lifting her cheeks, she leaned over to kiss him. “You too.”
Inside her apartment, Heiress closed the door behind her and placed her back against it. She prayed more than anything that Amar would meet a woman to take his mind off her because he deserved a good woman, and she just wasn’t it.