Page 38 of Don't Kross Me
“Granted, it ain’t my business, but I ain’t never been the type of nigga to not speak up when I peep something. You never gave me the vibe that you let niggas put they hands on you, so whatever power this nigga got over you, you need to dead that shit quick before he take you out,” he warned her as he took another pull from the blunt.
Remedy chewed on the inner portion of her cheek, feeling a sense of shame wash over her. She knew he wasn’t judging her, but him speaking so freely on the matter made her feel like her weakness was exploited, and she could no longer stand in the strength she had been standing in since she crossed paths with him.
“It’s nothing,” she insisted, hoping this would draw an end to the conversation.
In turn, Kross shrugged his shoulders as he passed her the blunt. “All you gotta do is pop that nigga. No nigga who’s putting his hands on a female deserve to live anyways.”
His blunt remark earned another series of coughs from Remedy as she shot him a crazed look. “What the fuck? I can’t kill him! I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”
“I can teach you,” he replied with a nonchalant smack of his lips.
Quickly, Remedy shook her head, declining his offer. “Nigga, you’re crazy.”
“Nah, I’m just a problem solver. I don’t let shit linger ‘cause if you let it manifest long enough, it’ll overpower you. I can’t wanna save you more than you wanna save yourself, so you do you.”
As she handed him the blunt, she pursed her lips as a silence struck her. He could tell the course of the conversation had her deep in thought and potentially rubbed her the wrong way. He didn’t mean to come off as overbearing or even abrasive. He was just a straightforward type of guy. For the remainder of the smoke session, they passed the blunt back and forth in silence until it eventually died. Kross was kind enough to walk her back to her car and hold the door open for her to get in.
“Expect your paper by the end of this week,” was the last thing he told her before he tapped the roof of her car the headed back to his.
He didn’t even realize how much he was saving her.
Chapter Seventeen
Remedy’s deep amber eyes seared into the ceiling, her attention fixed on the ceiling fan that spun around continuously. The fit and toned frame hovering over her used to make her core wet and her stomach do somersaults. After years of infidelity, disrespect, and lack of intimacy, his body now felt more like a burden weighing a hundred tons that was slowly suffocating her. Tone thrusted his dick inside of her pussy that he had to spit start just to make his way inside. She laid on her back, letting him seek a thrill as the minute man he had become.
Sex just didn’t feel the same anymore.
Remedy had mentally disconnected from the relationship a year and a half ago, and with that, left her libido. Tone spent countless months tearing her down and telling her something was wrong with her. He didn’t realize the reason her pussy didn’t get wet for him anymore was because all she could think about was him slapping her around and leaving her black and blue.
As he peered down at her, tangling his fingers in her long ash blonde bundles she got reinstalled, he noticed the distant look in her eyes as she avoided his gaze. Still stroking her, he used his other hand to grip her face, forcing her to look at him.
“I’m sorry, Rem-baby,” he crooned into her ear with his heavy breathing.
Another apology. One he expected to magically turn her back into the pornstar she once was for him.
Her eyes bore into his, searching for the softness she once fell in love with but came up empty. He didn’t want her anymore, just like she didn’t want him anymore. Yet his pride prevented him from letting her find a better man to love and appreciate her and had both of them stuck.
“You hear me, baby? I’m sorry,” he grunted out another apology as their legs tangled together in bed.
“Mhm, Tone,” she let out a fabricated moan before tearing her eyes away from his.
The nigga was so fried off exotic weed and lean, he actually thought he turned her on and got her back. After a few more rough strokes, his built chest rose, and his jaws sank inward.
“Fuck, I’m about to nut inside you.”
Remedy’s eyes widened at the harrowing thought of him busting a nut inside of her. She planted her hands firmly against his chest, attempting to push him off before his warm nut could shoot off inside her. He clenched her wrists tightly and pinned them on either side of her head as he continued to ram inside of her.
“You’re mine, Remedy. Ain’t no other nigga sliding into this pussy besides me.” He fell limp on top of her as his nut left him breathless.
He always knew how to make her life worse. Laying underneath him made her feel like trash. His sweat against her skin made her itch as she desperately stirred around so he would catch the hint that she wanted him off her. He eased out of her, crashing down on the bed beside her. She didn’t waste a second springing up from the bed and rushing to the bathroom.
She peed before flushing the toilet and rushing into the shower. There was no way in hell he was about to trap her with a baby to hold her hostage in a relationship. She planned on hitting up CVS to buy a Plan-B before she went to the shop. After cleaning herself up from the one-sided sex she just had with Tone, she got out. Usually, he would be knocked out after getting his rocks off, but this morning, he sat at the side of the bed with his robe on and his phone pressed to his ear.
She floated around the bedroom, getting ready for the day while hearing bits and pieces of his conversation. “Yeah, I can catch a flight tonight. I got a shorty out here who’s good for it.”
Remedy rolled her eyes. In so many words, he had just told whoever he was on the phone with that he was fucking another bitch who could hook him up with some flight tickets. See, the old Remedy would have crashed out about him dropping dick inside some other bitch, but now, she didn’t give a fuck. Whoever was occupying his time enough to keep him off her was fine in her book.
“Scrap, I’m handling it. The club shit only went down ‘cause I wasn’t there. We’ll talk more once I touch down,” he assured the person on the other end of the call. From what Remedy could tell, Scrap shared a few more words before he and Tone mutually agreed to end the phone call.
