Page 28 of Drill Session

With a sarcastic chuckle, he responded, “You hate me, Princess?”

“Yes,” I muttered on the verge of tears. I didn’t want to bitch up, but my voice cracking gave me imposing a tough demeanor gave it away.

“You don’t fuckin’ hate me Akira,” he spoke coyly. “You love me. You love the fuck out of me bae.”

His deep voice sent chills down my spine. I didn’t have to open my legs, spread my lips apart and swipe my middle finger across my pink pussy to know that I was wet. Drill could smile at me with a wink and my pussy would flood. I allowed him to control my body and mind unintentionally. Things were supposed to be simple and just that quick, in rapid speed, shit over flowed and he became the man I looked forward to talking to when I dart my eyes open in the morning. The man I call to tell him about my day; nag about how the barista’s at Starbucks forget to double blend my caramel Frappuccino; when my house keeper cleans my home on weekends, she sprays this stanky ass homemade spray that lingers in my house for days; when I order fries from McDonalds and I order fries with no salt, they still put salt in them instead of giving me a fresh batch. Drill had become a part of my daily living, and I didn’t want to lose that, I’d be crushed.

When I blinked, the tears I fought hard to conceal, cascaded down my cheeks and he used the tip of thumb to wipe them away. The cocky smirk disappeared, and concern etched on his face now. A deep V appeared between his bushy eyes brows before he asked me, “What’s wrong?”

“You did it anyway Drill,” I spoke barely above whisper.

He took a deep breath sensing my seriousness becoming evident, given the situation that lied between is. “Did what? Am I the reason for these tears?”

“You’re the reason for them every night. You hurt me Drill,” my voice croaked, and I crumbled in his arms.

To keep me from falling he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around my body. The feel of his hand soothed my aching pain as he rubbed my back gently up and down. I was melting before him, seeming broken and fragile about all of this.

“You hurting me knowing I’m the cause of your tears like this. You know I’m only used to you crying when I deep stroke you too deep.”

“And that’s the fucking problem, Drill,” I snapped. “That’s the fucking problem right there!”

I scooted away from him and stood up. We traded places, now he was the fool.

“I gave you my body because that’s what you were after. You pursued my body not my heart and that’s where the lines become blurred!”

My emotions were getting the best of me. I probably looked like a fucking mad woman to him. He was looking stupid as fuck, sitting down, with sad puppy dog eyes. To keep from hitting him, because I wasn’t bold enough to do that, I lunged one of the pillows off the couch at his head. My aim was impeccable, but he dodged it.

“You told me to give you some fucking space, so I did,” he said to his defense. “I stopped blowin’ yo shit up when I realized you weren’t going to respond to me. I’m only doing shit you asked me to do Akira.”

I folded my arms over my breasts and cocked my neck. “Did you forget how we got here in the beginning? I confessed how I felt about you and you let my feelings float in the air, but –”

I backed up when that menacing glare appeared back in his face.

“Don’t fucking insult me bruh, fuck you backing up for, like I put my hands on you and shit!” He spat. “I didn’t dismiss your feelings I told you what my flaw is and you were okay with it. I ain’t forcing you to do shit you don’t want to do.”

“THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE!” I stood up on my tip toes and yelled with rage.

He reached down and thumped me across the forehead. “To get my fuckin’ gym bag. Did you fucking forget?”

Rubbing my temples, I released an exasperated sigh and chose to walk away from him.

“Bae,” he called out to me then grabbed my arm to pull me into an embrace. His hugs are my safe space. “I wanted to see you, that’s why I pulled up. Is that what you want to hear?” he admitted. “You know just like I know, I don’t give a fuck about that gym bag. I pulled up because I wanted to see yo fine ass. A nigga been missing you like crazy. I miss seeing your pretty ass smile, waking up in the middle of the night from you snacking on junk food you like to hide from me, rubbing on your stomach and kissing on you. I miss being in your skin baby. Dry your face.”

His body was so magnetic. The strong force pulled me into him, despite me pulling back. He was my weak spot now.

“If you wanted to see me then why’d you get all dressed up?”

“Derrick told me to pull up at Fox and Hound with him and some young niggas. Your spot was on the way there,” he let me know.

“So are you about to leave?”

I lifted my head up and our eyes met. “Do you want me to stay? Do you still want your space?”

“I let you in didn’t I,” I replied sarcastically.

“Underneath all those layers, you’re soft as a cushion,” his hands snaked down to my ass. I felt him lift up my nightgown and grip it. “You was mean as fuck when I met you girl. I done peeled you back and got you in the palm of my hand.”

“Just like I’m wrapped around your finger,” I boasted too.

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