Chapter 36
Law laid in my bed in a deep slumber. My love spell was working with the help of some shit the woman gave me for him to ingest. The shit was making him sick, but it didn’t stop his dick from working.
I had him completely stripped as I rolled the condom down and mounted him.
He woke up slightly and called me Summer’s name.
The root worker told me that I had to solidify our love my making him ejaculate and storing it.
He’ll forever come back to the last place he released his seed.
Summer wasn’t able to have sex, so my place would be the last place he had sex. Sliding down on him to fill my opening sent chills down my spine. All the rumors of Law having good dick turned me into a possessive side bitch. I wanted him every day.
“No!” Law slurred.
This shit was so wrong but I had to do it.
I just had to. If I didn’t do it now, he would probably never come back.
After an hour, I was becoming dry and Law hadn’t nutted yet.
He was starting to wake up and I promised him that I wouldn’t touch him.
Frustrated, I got up and snatched the condom off and flushed it.
I dressed and laid on the side of him then took a few pictures to use just in case.
“Thank you for letting me rest. I feel a lot better than I did. It must have been that shit I ate.”
Helping him with his jacket, I stared at him briefly before I kissed him. He hesitated before he kissed me back and backed away from me.
“I need to head back to Summer. Thank you.”
I punched the air as Law pulled away from my house. I grabbed the jar that was made for me and busted it on the floor of my kitchen. The shit was working against me instead of for me. My life was not ending up how I wanted it. Who I wanted didn’t want me back.
I got on my hands and knees and picked up the pieces of glass.
The pink water was flowing between the cracks of my stoned kitchen flooring.
The smell of different essential oils occupied my nostrils.
Why was I like this over this nigga? I’ve never been attached.
Sex was just sex for me but it wasn’t that with Law.
The sound of my front door opening and closing made me wipe the tears from my face and rush to see who it was.
“We got unfinished business,” Heavy said as he dropped his bags.
“What the fuck you doing?”
“I’m moving the fuck in. Since you fucked up my happy home, I’m here to fuck your shit up. Where I need to put my shit.”
This couldn’t be my life. He was not the nigga I wanted to move the fuck in. My attitude went from bad to worse.