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bag. I had seventeen missed calls, ten text messages, and some voicemails. I wasn’t too concerned in reading any of the messages or in listening to the voicemails. All of them were from Eric. I found all of this to be hilarious because now he had the time to blow up my phone and to send text messages I wanted months ago. It was a little too late for his shenanigans. Walking into the bathroom, I started stripping out of my clothes. I stopped in front the mirror, examining my gorgeous body. Who in their right mind could give all this up? I wondered, but it just kept messing with my mind as to what—or who—made Eric lose interest.
    Sitting in the tub, I dozed off and was awaken by these hands playing with my honey pot. The feelings I felt were long overdue. I could hear myself moaning, and then I felt a pair of lips sucking on my nipples. He then worked his way up to my neck and my earlobes, but his fingers never left from deep inside of me. I started rotating my hips on his fingers, feeling an orgasm coming on. He just kept fingering me without speaking a word. The smell of Creed IV cologne was driving me crazy. I screamed out with pleasure, as those magical fingers bought me to a much-needed orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes, I realized I was all alone. I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized it was all a dream. Damn! I thought to myself, Bitch you need some, and real quick; I was tripping. I was past being horny. Those damn toys and these vibrators weren’t cutting it. I needed the touch of a man. As I got out of the tub, drying myself off, I couldn’t help thinking of Jonathan and his succulent lips, licking and sucking all over me. I thought of him holding me down and finger-fucking my honey pot. This was the perfect moment for Usher’s song, “U Got it Bad”.
    When I walked out of the bathroom, I heard my house alarm chirping, and someone closed the front door. I jumped back into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and Eric’s dumb ass was calling out my name. As his footsteps got closer to the bathroom, I swung the door open and scared the shit out of him.
    “What the hell are you doing here, Eric?”
    “Well, since I couldn’t get you on the phone or get any response to the text messages, I came over. You could at least answer my text messages, Cyn.” I just stood there, wrapped in my towel, looking at him sideways.
    “Is that what your ass thinks I should have done, Eric? Well, Eric, we could have had this talk over three weeks ago. So, please get out my face with that bull. Think of all those text messages and phone calls I made to your ass that went unanswered. Now you want to talk?” I let out a loud ass laugh because I couldn’t believe he would say some shit like that.
    “Eric, first let me say this, hand me my keys, then take your ass back down those stairs because you are not welcomed up in here anymore, and you can kiss my ass.” I stood there with my hand out, as he rolled his eyes like some little bitch, slamming my keys in my hand.
    “Cyn, if I go down those steps, I’m walking out of that front door and never coming back,” he threatened.
    “Well, make sure the doorknob doesn’t hit you where the good Lord split you. You are not hurting my feelings. We’re done!”
    He turned around and walked down the steps, mumbling some real offensive shit and calling me every name except a Child of God. He slammed the door behind him.
    “Don’t slam my damn door!” I yelled, as if he could hear me.

Chapter 6
    Marcy
     
    “Hey, handsome. Come on in,” I greeted, as I stepped aside, letting him enter the house. As he walked in, I couldn’t help but stare at his physique. He was built something like an Adonis, and his walk was sexy. “What’s with the sour ass mood?” I questioned.
    “I rather not say,” he replied, as if I didn’t already know. However, I knew exactly what, or should I say who, was putting a damper on his night. Pouring him a