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PHOEBE
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Dinner sucked. Xavier said nothing to me, and I said nothing to him.
My parents’ conversation was about a bunch of nothing.
Now it was in the middle of the night, and I was sitting here, wondering what the hell he was doing in that room.
Here it was, we were in the same space just as I wanted, but we weren’t even talking to each other.
It was him not giving me a chance to explain that frustrated me the most, let alone the fact that he was trying to make me seem like a hoe in front of my parents.
I wasn’t a hoe; I wasn’t fucking every Tom, Dick, and Harry.
Even if I did, that was my business. I was being safe, and it was my fucking body.
The double standard always bothered me. People were quick to judge when it came to the females, but as soon as a nigga did it, they got a pass.
They were not judged as hard. Hell, they got even more girls because of it.
Xavier acted as if he was not known for sleeping with more than one girl.
I tossed and turned, becoming more frustrated by the second as I let everything settle in.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Syior had been with many women besides me, and I never felt this bothered.
He even went so far as to make comments that he thought would hurt me, but they didn’t sting as badly as Xavier’s.
I hated liking him because there were two sides to the issue.
One side wanted to hate him. I wanted to never talk to him again.
But the other side begged for him to understand.
I liked Xavier a lot, and I wanted it to work out.
Acting like he doesn’t know me. The fuck?
I thought. I fought with myself to stay in my room, but the more I sat in my thoughts, the more it bothered me.
I got up from the bed, slid my slippers on, pulled at my oversized shirt, and walked out of my room.
I glanced down the hall where my parents’ room was.
Their light was off. My head turned toward the other end of the hall to see a light creeping from the room Xavier was in.
My feet began to move, being sure not to make too much noise and wake my parents.
I hurried past Kyle’s room because something about being close to it drew me in.
It was the only part of the house I hadn’t entered since his passing.
I wasn’t ready to unleash the bottled-up feelings I desperately tried to push aside, so I ignored his room at all costs when I was home.
However, I found myself standing in front of his door, my palms pressed against it. I closed my eyes as my heart sank.
“I miss you, Kyle,” I whispered.
I eased away, and I approached the room where Xavier was. My head quickly turned to look at my parents’ room again. I bit my lip and exhaled slowly through my nose as I turned the knob and gently pushed the door open.
When I entered, I was greeted with steam billowing out from the bathroom, forcing me to approach.
I paused, peering through the clear spots in the fogged glass to see him.
Xavier’s body was everything, but his dick was chef’s kiss.
Watching him brought back memories of our sexual moments.
My tongue slowly slid across my lips as I watched him like I was watching an X-rated movie.
My feet had just begun to creep forward when his voice scared the fuck out of me.
“Get in.”
I froze because if I said something, it would confirm I was in the room. I tried to steady my breathing in hopes he wouldn’t be able to hear me. When he repeated himself, I knew for sure he knew I was in here.
“No.”
“You came in here to do exactly what I knew you would do. Now get in.”
“I came in here to let you know I didn’t appreciate how you talked to me earlier.”
“I didn’t appreciate how you had some nigga in your fucking face, a nigga who’s telling me what your pussy is like, so I guess were even.”
I tossed my hand on my hip. “It wasn’t like that!” I found myself trying to shout but still whisper.
“Fuck all that. Are you getting in or not?” he asked. “You need your fix, right?”
The fucking nerve. “I want to talk.”
He slid the shower door back slightly, giving me a little more of a glimpse of his body.
I fought with myself because, as bad as I wanted to get in, I needed to prove a fucking point.
I couldn’t let Xavier think he could say what he wanted to me.
I shared something with him, something personal, and he used the shit like a fucking choppa, shooting insults like bullets, and I was over it.
Being strong was one thing, but his constant comments chiseled away at me.
I stood there with my arms crossed and refusing to move.
He had now pushed the door all the way open, giving me a clear view of every part of him that God had blessed him with.
I’d seen him naked plenty of times before, but seeing him wet like this hit different.
I crossed one leg in front of the other as I clenched my pussy tightly.
He gazed at me as the water kissed his skin before bouncing onto the floor while he washed up. The nigga wouldn’t pull his eyes away as much as I wanted him to. The longer he stared, the more I was breaking.
“Talk. I’m listening,” he said as he continued to wash up.
I cleared my throat. “I-I...”
The way he gripped his dick with his hand and stroked it threw me for a fucking loop.
He’s doing this shit on purpose. The moment I thought I did some wild shit, I realized that he was just as diabolical as I was.
His eyes narrowed in on me as he continued to stroke slowly.
His head leaned forward slightly, sending his locs swinging.
His eyes rose to me as a smirk sat on his face.
This nigga was on demon time. When his lips disappeared between his teeth, I knew he was enjoying the torture.
He slowly nodded, then stopped stroking his dick.
“That nigga Syior ain’t got shit on me. Remember that,” he said before he closed the shower door on me.
The way a scream was begging to come out was insane. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction. I stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind me.
“Phoebe, what are you doing in there?” My father’s voice made my body still.
He was standing in front of Kyle’s door, looking at me curiously. If being caught red-handed was really a thing, my shit would have been bloody red. I ran my hand over my ponytail.
“He needed more towels,” I lied. I moved quickly toward my room.
“Night, sweetheart,” my dad said as I passed him.
“Good night, Dad,” I mumbled before disappearing into my room and closing the door behind me.
I fell back on my bed. “Shit!”
One night down and six more to go.