Page 24 of Forbidden Love

“Sheets. You know where they at, right?” He tilted his big ass head to the side.

My pride almost screamed at me to tell him to get the hell out. But my body moved before I could even try to argue with him. I got up on wobbly legs, I snatched my robe up and practically stumbled toward my closet. I hated how shaky he had my body afterwards. Sol watched me the entire time with his arms folded over his chest.

His dark eyes burned into my back as I stripped the bed in silence. I tossed the ruined sheets to the floor then put on the fresh set quietly. It pissed me off that he didn’t lift a finger to help me. When I asked him to tuck the other end, he acted as if he didn’t hear me. Once I finished tucking in all the corners, he climbed into the bed and sprawled out like it was his bed. With one arm behind his head, the other patted the small space next to him.

Too tired to ask what he was doing, I climbed in bed and laid against his arm. He looked down at me with a smirk.

“I’ll still be here in the morning. I ain’t running from shit, whatever feeling this is that I’m feeling toward you, I’m gone either figure it out or fuck it away.” He yawned.

“You not about to fuck on me until you get tired of me. I won’t let you hurt my feelings, Sol.” I closed my eyes.

“You always have the capability to tell a nigga no or tell me to leave. Since you ain’t did none of that…I expect breakfast in the morning.” He leaned down and pecked me on the forehead.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes and just stared up at him. Sol closed his eyes like he was preparing himself to ignore whatever else I had to say. I just stared at him until my eyes got too heavy. My chest tightened as I laid my head down on his chest. He didn’t give a damn what I had to say next. Sol knewthat I didn’t want him to leave. Deep down, I hated that I didn’t want to tell him that either. Because in the end, it was only going to do more harm to my feelings.

I was supposed to call Dr. Larae back but he was the furthest thing on my mind. I even thought about how Casper would feel if he knew what I just did in his home, behind his back with a trusted man of his. Before I dosed off, I thought about the grand breakfast that I was gone wake up to cook for Sol and fell asleep with a smirk on my face.

Chapter 14

Sol

Iwoke up to the smell of breakfast. It didn’t just smell like eggs and toast but a real breakfast that was fit for a king. It smelled sweet in the air, like cinnamon. My stomach tightened as I sat up a little confused.She really listened to me.I chuckled, thinking to myself. The dick must have did wonders for Yeremy, because she was in the kitchen throwing down for a nigga.

I ran a hand over my face, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I got out the bed and walked over to her door, and I heard the faint sounds of music just as my phone rang.

“Yo,” I answered.

“You a wild nigga. Come get these clothes. I’m at the back door and it smell good as fuck. She made enough for me too, right?” Fatz breathed loud into the phone like he had to climb several steps just to get to the back door.

“Nah, she ain’t made enough for you. Knock on the sliding glass and give her my shit. Fatz don’t beg for no food, and I mean that shit. I’m about to jump in the shower, give her my clothes, and I’ll tap in with you in a couple of hours.”

“That’s fucked up, man?—”

I hung up the phone with a low chuckle. I hopped in the shower and did my thing. I was in disbelief that I actually hit Yeremy raw with no protection. I had to admit that it felt good sleeping with her overnight. Even in her sleep she looked perfect as hell. I never did no shit like that with no chick. The first girl that I actually claimed as my girlfriend was back in high school.

I learned the hard way about falling for a hoe. I got my first STD at seventeen and made sure to never hit another bitch raw afterwards. I shook off whatever I was feeling and walked back into Yeremy’s room with the towel wrapped at my waist. My clothes were folded neatly on the bed. I quickly got dressed and walked toward the kitchen.

Casper’s house was player as fuck, I could just imagine how the thirsty hoes felt when he welcomed them into his home. I followed the sound of Yeremy humming and singing offkey to Anita Baker. When I got to the kitchen her back was to me. She stood at the stove in a zone, bonnet still covering her head. She had on a black sports bra with black leggings. My eyes fell down to her ass and I had to readjust my dick.

Yeremy’s round ass sat up high, it looked sculpted to perfection. She was shaped with curves in all the right places like God had drawn her just to fuck with a nigga’s discipline. Her hips swayed as she flipped something in the skillet. From her side profile, I could tell she had on no makeup like last night, just authentically natural.

That was hard to come by because with most females, they did the most to ensure an approval from a man. When most men truly didn’t give a fuck about the small petty shit like make-up on a woman or even a BBL that a lot of women got just to attract a certain kind of man.

Yeremy hadn’t even noticed me yet. She was moving around the kitchen in a peaceful zone. She was used to peace, and mornings like this. Me? I didn’t know a damn thing about it. Ididn’t wake up to pancakes and Anita Baker playing. Once again, my chest got tight in a way that I didn’t like. I felt something crawl though my ribs trying to make room.

She turned and finally spotted me leaning against the doorway. I smiled at the way she blushed, her lips curled into a slow smile.

“You slept good, I see.” She batted her eyes my way.

I didn’t speak right away. I took her in, every inch of her.

“You cook like this for all your one-night stands?” I asked.

Yeremy rolled her eyes and turned back to the stove.

“Only the ones that force they way into my space,” she stated over her shoulder.

I let out a quiet laugh and stepped all the way into the kitchen.

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