CHAPTER 2

***NOTE - i have shortened Chapters Due to complaints; in result of, I will post more often***

I turned around and yelled, “What the fuck you mean? I’m supposed to just hear that and laugh: ‘a He he he’? That shit isn’t funny man!”

"Nic, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry,” he apologized kissing my cheek. Ignoring him I turned back around and began to fall asleep with anger engraved in my heart.

Waking up from my alarm clock striking 6:30 A.M., I yawned and stretched threw the sheets. The silk from the cover made me want to stay home and sleep instead of going to the studio. Looking over to see Safaree, I noticed he wasn’t there. I wasn’t worried where his ass was either; I was still mad as fuck at him from earlier this morning. I give a Nigga’ the box, and get repaid like a hoe. Or was I over exaggerating about the ‘joke’ he made? Or was it even a joke? Getting distracted from the thoughts, i smelt food trailing from the kitchen. Who was cooking? i could have sworn i sent home Myrtle last night. couldn't really remember from all the vodka i had last night with the crew. I jumped out of bed, I threw on some jogging pants and a pink shirt, and walked towards the kitchen. Walking around the corner, I saw Safaree in the kitchen with nothing but white boxer briefs on . . . COOKING! Safaree cooking? This couldn't be true; i must be recovering a hangover. And not only did he have the best butt of all time, but you could see his dick imprint. Remembering I was angry at him,

“Who you cooking for Naked? Ohh, never mind,” I said, snapping with sarcasm, “I forgot about Sierra!”

Safaree threw down the spatula, turned off the stove, and turned to me, “ Yoo’ I told you I was I playing! It was a Random name that just popped in my head. always making damn arguments!" He yelled. "Why you gotta’ Make big Drama?”

Flipping my hair back, I stood up and walked toward him, “IM MAKIN BIG DRAMA? IM MAKING BIG DRAMA? SO YOU THINK WHAT YOUR DOING ISN'T WRONG?”

“Nic, what the fuck am I doing? I told you I was just fucking playing! And here I am cooking breakfast for the woman I Love, and I get cussed out 6:43 in the fucking morning!” he yelled, stomping away with an attitude towards the bedroom. I walked behind him and took him by the hand, “baby, baby Stop!” he stopped and turned around looking at me with anger in his face. Wow. I must have really made him mad because Safaree had never ever looked at me like this. Red rising through his brown cheeks, eyes turning glossy and red, and his fist balled up like he was about to fight. had i apologized, and entered the kitchen just saying goodmorning; none of this would be happening! i felt horrible. I was the reason, for the first time, for his Acrimony. I looked down and said in an English accent, “I’m sorry my darling. I didn’t realize how harsh I was being at’tal. I guess it was just out’tuv jealousy. I just heard Another name of onika or nic and- ”

“Shh, don't apologize," He cut me Off. "I was wrong for even bringing another woman's name in this house-"

"Noo, noo" i disagreed. He blew a hard breath and looked down. Silence grew for a good 10 seconds before he changed the mood,

"I would keep the romance going, and say my response in an accent but I can’t do that soo,” he answered smirking. I giggled putting my hand to my mouth. Yea, he had his ways of making me mad, but he had better ways of making me smile and holding my heart. He continued, “But Nic, you need to realize sometimes that I just try my best to make you laugh. But obviously it doesn’t work all the time. i just try to be the best Man, Love, Soul mate, and most of all . . Boyfriend . . There is.” He kissed me on the lips, making my heart forgot what we had been fighting about. I really loved this man. And this was the first time i loved someone and they returned the gift. i smiled, put my hand to my heart and said, “Soooo what was that you cooked ‘me’? I mean, ‘your love’?” I asked, biting my lip ! He grabbed my hand and said in a funny voice, " well . . it WAS attempted to be eggs and bacon. But no body can cook like momma Carol!" we held each others hand, and walked into the kitchen!

CHAPTER 1

I walked in the Mansion Throwing my heels on the floor yelling, “Myrtle, You can go home now. Thanks For cleaning.” The maid said thank you and began to walk out the door. Safaree closed the door behind her, and walked behind me into the bedroom.  As tired as I was, I begin taking off my clothes. Safaree threw me on the bed laying on top of me asking, “You Too tired for this?” I didn’t know how to respond. I was tired and my feet felt like I had been walking on spikes.

“Stop!” I said in an unsure tone. He started to kiss me and I just couldn’t resist his lips. They were as big as day, and soft as shit.  “Stop,” I repeated, getting quieter every time. I had nothing on but a Braw and a Thong and the hormones and juices were flowing. He sat up while he took off his shirt revealing his abs. after that I didn’t really think I had a choice anymore. I sat back silent while I let him do his thing. His hand smoothed down my body as it made its way into my thong. He began to stick two fingers inside of me making me twitch and my eyes get bold so I said, “Wait, wait. Let me go get ready in the bathroom while you take off your stuff and get in the bed.” He shook his head, and gave me one last kiss before I walked off. I walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, wiping my makeup off. Opening the bathroom door to leave, Safaree was butt naked facing away from me to the bed. His ass was nice and round, so I walked up to him and squeezed it making him jump. He climbed in the bed smiling, and I followed after him. As I lay on my back, He got on top of me and began to kiss me. And when I least expected it, He stuck it in. At first it was a bit overwhelming, but it went from “Oh my gosh, what is that?” to “oh my gosh, Safaree YES!” The temperature of the house began to go from 70 to 110 degrees. He put his face in my boobs and began to nibble. The way he held me made me call him daddy. The way he picked me up when I needed a lift made me call him daddy. What was taking place with the pushing, lifting, sweating, nibbling, and moaning wasn’t ‘Fucking’; this was ‘Making Love’!   

Waking up from the heat of my room, I looked over at Safaree. He was sleeping like a baby, and I didn’t blame him. The things he did to me last night made me wonder if he was even human. The way he picked me up and kept lifting me up and down like I was 3 pound weights. The Sensations I felt last night were the best I had ever experienced. I mean, What else could be better? I threw the covers off of me onto SB, climbing out the bed with only a bra and thong on. It was still dark outside, due to that it was only 3 A.M. I walked in the kitchen, and poured me a glass of water. After drinking the water, I started walking back to the room.  Walking back into the room making noise with the duck feet I do have, Safaree asked with his eyes half closed, “Who is that?”

“Who you think?” I answered, climbing back on the bed pulling the covers over me. I got closer, and rapped my hands around him kissing his neck.

“Sierra,” he snickered, answering my question.

“Who?” I asked, sitting up in the bed staring at him with an ‘I’m about to kill you face’. “Who the fuck is a Sierra? Don’t play with me!” He tried to hold my hand, but I pulled away. He looked in my eyes and said, “Boo, I was just playing. You know you the one and only!” I laid back down ignoring him and turned the opposite way. “Nic, we had a dope night; don’t fuck it up with one of those attitudes again,” he exclaimed, laying his hand on my arm.

I turned around and yelled, “What the fuck you mean? I’m supposed to just hear that and laugh: ‘a He he he’? That shit isn’t funny man!”

“Nic, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry,” he apologized kissing my cheek. Ignoring him I turned back around and began to fall asleep with anger engraved in my heart.