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The frustration I’d been feeling had finally come to the surface. Even though I wanted to say way worse, I kept it respectful. I was tired of dwelling on the past and was ready to let it go. Now, I was moving on. If my brothers wanted to get to know me, I meant what I said about being willing to do that. If not, then I wasn’t going to cry over it either. At the end of the day, I said my peace and was leaving with a weight off my shoulders.
Ahmad faced me and nodded. Without saying anything else he stood up, and we both walked out the room. My dad was calling my name behind me, but I ignored him. I didn’t have anything else to say to him.
When we finally got back into the car, I sat there with my hands folded in my lap, staring forward.
“How do you feel?” Ahmad finally asked, pulling off.
Out of the corner of my eye, I stared at him.
“Better. Relieved, actually.” I opened his center console to get my phone out. I went through my notifications and responded to some emails I had received. My heart did feel lighter. I didn’t feel like a dark cloud was hanging over me anymore.
“So, you’re in love?”
“Huh?” I kept my eyes on my phone.
“You’re in love? That’s what you told your dad.” I tucked my lips in my mouth and refused to look at Ahmad. I didn’t mean to even let that slip out. Now I was just talking, but I was sure I meant it.
Ahmad reached over and grabbed my phone out of my hand. “You gone answer me?”
Suddenly, my body grew hot, my mouth grew dry and my words got stuck in my throat.
“I…I mean, I don’t know if I’m in love with you per se, but I know I feel strongly about you.”
My stomach grew queasy as I waited for him to respond. “Why are you so nervous?”
Ahmad was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other in his lap. His face was calm.
He glanced at me and smirked. “I’m not. I just didn’t realize I said that.”
“Was it true?”
I traced his body with my eyes. “I really like you. You make me happy and always encourage me to be better. You always make sure I’m good, and your being there for me today for emotional support meant a lot to me. You didn’t have to come, so I don’t know if I’m in love, but I know I have deep feelings for you.”
The car came to a stop and Ahmad put the car in park. He undid his seatbelt and looked over at me.
“Let me see your hand,” he told me.
I raised an eyebrow but gave him my hand. He placed it on his chest.
“You feel that?” I nodded. “Every time you’re around me my heart beats a certain rhythm. Even when it’s beating quickly, it always finds this rhythm when you come around. I wasn’t sure if I was willing to try this love thing again after Kylie and her bullshit, but you changed that for me. You’re a genuine person that loves hard, and I love that. One thing you never have to worry about me doing is flaking out on you.”
The smile on my face couldn’t have grown bigger if I wanted it to. I undid my seat belt and bent over the middle console. I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. He reached behind me and rested his hand on the small of my back to pull me closer to him.
“You keep kissing me like that and I’ma have you sit on something.” I started sucking on Ahmad’s bottom lip. His words alone caused my panties to grow wet.
“Let me sit on it then.” Pulling back, I unbuttoned my jeans and proceeded to take them off.
Ahmad licked his lips and leaned his seat back. He undid his jeans and pulled his dick out. My mouth began to water as he stroked it in his hand.
One thing I was happy about when it came to Ahmad was that I was always left sexually satisfied.
CHAPTER 20
Ahmad
“Hey, I haven’t heard from you in a while,” Marsha spoke into the phone.
She was right. I hadn’t talked to her or thought about her since I’ve been with Fatima. I didn’t have a need to.
