Page 30 of I Don't Want You Back

Chapter 9

Malia looked in the mirror and blew a kiss at her reflection. She had on a black and hot pink teddy with the matching lace thongs. It was a Thursday night, but she had prepared a meal fit for a king. Roman said that he was on his way home and she couldn’t wait until he got there. Malia was a great cook and she had prepared seafood pasta with crab cakes and garlic bread. Roman wasn’t big on sweets, but he could have her for desert.

“Hey baby,” Malia said when she answered the phone for Lennox.

“Hey mama. My daddy wants to know what time you’re coming to get me Saturday, so he can make sure I’m ready,” Lennox replied.

There was a local fair that came to the area once a year and Malia wanted to take her boys. Lance still didn’t want to go anywhere with her, but Lennox was excited about it. Malia tried taking Landon’s advice and taking things slow with Lance, but he seemed to be pulling further away. He barely said two words to her when she called him, but Malia was thankful that he answered at all.

“Tell your father that I’ll get you around noon and bring you back the next day around the same time. It’s not like he has anything to do anyway,” Malia chuckled.

It was wrong for her to feel that way, but she was happy that Landon hadn’t moved on when she left him. That was proof enough that he still loved her and would probably take her back if she wanted to go back home. If things didn’t work out with Roman, that was exactly what she had planned to do. She didn’t mind begging if it meant getting her family back.

“Okay, I’ll tell him,” Lennox replied.

“Okay baby, I’ll see you day after tomorrow. I love you and tell Lance that I love him too,” Malia said.

“I love you too mama, bye,” Lennox said before they disconnected.

As soon as she hung up with him, Malia sent a text to Roman to see where he was. When he said that he wasn’t too far, she jumped up and started to get things together. Malia had a folding table set up in the living room with candles lit and Hennessy on ice. The food was warming in the oven, so she slipped on her oven mitts and removed everything. Once she had her table set up to her liking, she ran to the room and sprayed on perfume before rushing back to the living room.

Ten minutes later, she heard Roman’s key entering the locked door right before she pressed play on the remote, making their surround sound system come alive with soft music. He paused when he opened the door and saw Malia standing there in next to nothing. His manhood jumped to attention as his eyes lazily roamed over her body. The candles were the only light in the room, but he had no trouble seeing what he needed to see. When his eyes fell on the table and the food that she prepared, Roman’s stomach started growling. He realized that he hadn’t eaten all day and he was ready to dig in.

“Surprise baby.” Malia smiled as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Surprise? It ain’t my birthday or nothing. What’s the special occasion?” Roman questioned.

“I don’t need a special occasion to cater to my man,” Malia said as she walked him over to a chair.

Once he sat down, she poured him a glass of his favorite drink and fixed them both a plate. Roman was ready to smash his food, but Malia had other plans. She took her time and fed him and herself, carefully wiping his mouth after each bite. When they were done, Roman downed his drink and was ready to bend Malia over the table. She straddled him, ready for what was next, when the front door burst open and the light was turned on.

“The fuck is going on in here? How you invite a nigga to dinner and you in here bout’ to get your dick wet?” Chad asked as he walked into the apartment.

“Excuse you! We have a doorbell, just in case you forgot. I’m not even dressed properly for you to just be barging in here!” Malia yelled as she tried to shield her half-naked body with her hands.

“Bitch, please. I wish I would knock on my brother’s door. I got a key for a reason. Where the food at Ro?” Chad asked.

“The food and liquor is right here. Help yourself,” Roman replied as he pointed to the folding table.

“Roman!” Malia yelled as she looked at him, hoping that he would put his brother in his place just once.

“Shut up man. It ain’t like we gon’ eat all this shit,” Roman said as he stood up with Malia still in his arms.

She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her to their bedroom.

“Ugh.” Chad frowned when he looked up and caught a glimpse of Malia’s bare ass. He couldn’t deny that she was sexy, but he hated everything about that bitch.

“Baby, you need to put your foot down where Chad is concerned. Not only does he disrespect me, but he disrespects our house too,” Malia said once they were alone.

“Man, I don’t want to talk about Chad. Take all that shit off and let’s get it,” Roman replied.

He peeled his shirt off as he watched Malia strip down to nothing. Besides a few faded stretch marks, she looked damn good to be a mother of two. Her body was still tight and so was her pussy. Roman was only her second sex partner so that was more than likely the reason. Malia was all smiles when she walked over to him, until he forcefully pushed her down on her knees. She hated how rough Roman was with her at times, but complaining didn’t get her anywhere. He ignored her protests because that was what he was used to. Dealing with mostly hood rats in the past had that effect on him. Malia’s eyes watered a little when Roman pulled her hair and forcefully shoved his dick down her throat. She gagged a little, but she quickly recovered and proceeded to please her man. Roman seemed oblivious to her discomfort as he held her in place and fucked her face. Malia had drool coming from the sides of her mouth as she focused on breathing and trying not to suffocate.

“No teeth!” he growled as he slapped the back of her head as a warning.

Malia was ready to tap out and the food that she’d just eaten was on its way back up. Roman was moaning in satisfaction, but she was in agony. It felt like he was never going to cum, and she felt like she was dying.

“Shit! I’m bout’ to come!” Roman hissed, sounding like music to her ears.

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