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nariah

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Slouching down in my chair I nodded my head to the song playing through the speaker. I let Shunta convince me to have everybody over tonight and my ass was regretting it. I had one too many shots of tequila and now I was eyeing my baby daddy.

Last night when the two of us was talking I had temporarily forgot who the fuck I was and got in my feelings. So much so that I ended up crying myself to sleep last night. When I woke up this morning, I prayed to God that he let whatever love I had for Julius disappear.

I was over being hurt and feeling like the nigga ain’t care ‘bout my feelings. I knew Julius loved me just like he knew I loved him. But together we just didn’t work, and I was okay with that. If we never found our way back to each other I was cool with that as well.

However, sitting here right now slightly inebriated had me wanting to climb in his lap and let him fuck my frustrations away.

When we left the water park Julius had came home and showered.

The blue Louis Vuitton swim trunks he had on were short and had his meaty thigh on display, not only that I could see that familiar bulge resting against his thigh.

“Fucking Reposado.” I fussed under my breath before sliding my shades up from my eyes.

Julius looked at me and winked like he could tell the salacious thoughts running through my mind.

The way I hopped out of my chair you would’ve thought it was on fire.

Something was on fire, and I promise it wasn’t that chair.

“Riah.” I called over my shoulder. “Come inside with me real quick.”

As soon and my sister was near, I looped my arm through hers and drug her inside of the house. Shutting the door behind us I leaned with my back against it, causing Lariah to stare at me like I had lost my mind.

“You good?” She questioned.

“Hell nawl.” I mumbled. “Tell me I’m drunk and need to sleep it off.”

“You’re drunk and need to sleep it off.” She repeated.

“No Lariah.” I whined and stomped my feet. Meandering over to the couch I sat down and pulled one of the throw pillows over my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Julius and I had a talk last night.” I mumbled into the pillow.

Lariah snatched the pillow out of my hand and tossed it to the side. “Talk about what?”

“The usual. He sorry he broke my heart. He love me. Blah blah blah.” I shared.

“Okay so what’s the problem?”

“I’m horny.” I whined and I wanna fuck my baby daddy.”

“Oh, bitch please. I thought something serious had happened.” Tucking her feet under her butt Lariah faced me. “Fuck him. It’s just that simple.”

“I can’t just sleep with him Riah.”

“Why not? You slept with Flocco, and it wasn’t good. At least you know Juice can put it down.”

“That’s the problem.” I bleated. “If I fuck him tonight I’mma wanna do it again.”

“Okay and do it as many times as you need to get it out of your system.”

“You don’t get it.” I pouted. “I’m in love with that nigga.”

“And that’s the point you not getting. Fuck that nigga and when y’all finish get up and leave.

No cuddling, no pillow talk or none of that other shit.

Get your nut and slide on his ass. If he get in his feelings let him know you needed to get touched.

Thank that nigga for his services and go on about your business. ”

Lariah made the shit sound like a business transaction. I don’t see myself having casual sex with the nigga that I’m still in love with. Besides I’m supposed to be healing from his ass not falling back into a trap.

“I’m tripping. I can’t sleep with Julius.” Nodding my head I got up from the couch and did a quick shimmy. “Okay, I’m okay.” I tried to convince myself.

“You not.” Riah laughed. “I say get it out of your system now that way when we get back home you can go back to not having to see his ass every day. You only feeling like you do ‘cause y’all are sleeping down the hall from each other. I say fuck him and toss a few bills on his nightstand. Let that nigga know it’s nothing. ” She shrugged nonchalantly.

I shook my head. “I’m good. I was tripping.” I held my hand out for her. “We can go back outside.”

“Okay girl.” She jested.

Taking my place back at the table I grabbed my glass and downed the shot.

The best thing for me to do was keep my eyes off Julius.

I heard everything Riah said and unlike her I wasn’t able to mask my feelings long enough to get my rocks off.

Not when the nigga had the best dick I’d ever had in my life. Yeah…nawl I couldn’t.

“You good?” Julius asked from across the table.

“Peachy.” I lied. “Oooh that’s my song.” Rocking to the music I waited for Teyana’s sultry voice to come through the speaker when the song was changed. Frowning my face up I stared at Julius. “Why’d you do that? You know that’s my shit.”

“Cause that wasn’t Teyana’s song.” Lucas heckled, making Tito clear his throat.

My eyes rolled around the table trying to figure out what the fuck they was talking about. Julius’s head was down while he scrolled through his phone while the peanut gallery was laughing under their breath.

After a minute I finally said, “y’all weird as fuck for that.”

“Nawl.” Julius swiped his tongue across his teeth. “That was a song I recorded for you. I was trying to have it played the night of your fashion show, but we couldn’t get it cleared on time. That’s what took me so long to show up that night.”

Staring at him questioningly I turned my lips up. “Quit lying.”

“Dead ass.” He swore.

“Play it then.”

“Nawl.” He shook his head. “It’s irrelevant now.”

“Play the song Julius.” I ordered and rolled my eyes at his dramatic ass. Shit we were seemingly getting along the night of my fashion show, so I wasn’t worried about being embarrassed like I was the night of Birthday Bash.

The track dropped again and after the intro played Julius’s voice sounded over the track. “Look Nariah, you’re the real one, no flex. You held me down through the storms, no text. You don’t have to speak I feel the vibe. You’re a queen, and I thank God you’re in my life.

Yeah, I’m gonna ride for you. I’ll put my pride to the side for you. Even on my worst days, you’re the reason I find grace. Now I’m up, and it’s clear to see you didn’t just love me, girl; you freed me.

So, I’m gonna love you back, no cap, that’s facts, Nariah. I’m locked in. A real one’s got a real one, now we’re locked in.

When the song ended everybody was looking at me waiting for a reaction, my eyes were fixated on Julius. I didn’t know what to say. I heard the lyrics, and I knew he meant everything he’d said but his actions overshadowed all of it. “That was cute.”

“Cute. Not she said yo shit was cute.” Byron joked.

Tearing his eyes away from me Julius snarled. “Shut the fuck up nigga.”

Rising from the chair I excused myself and walked off. Drunk me couldn’t deal with being the center of attention. Instead of torturing myself I decided to call it a night. Strolling into the bathroom I shed my swimsuit and stepped into the shower.

God why is it so hard to walk away from this nigga.

I never had to doubt Julius’s love for me.

It was in everything that he did. It was clear the amount of value our relationship had to him.

That flesh being weak shit was a lie. You know how many times niggas had hit me up and I paid they ass dust. I knew what the fuck I had at home and knew there was nothing out there a nigga could offer me that I couldn’t get from my man.

As my best friend I expected him not to give into temptation. As my partner and the father of his only child I expected him to know better. Clearly, he didn’t so it was what it was. No sense in beating a dead horse.

Finishing my shower, I got out and dried off. Once I was done, I secured the towel around my body and made my way back into the room only to find Julius leaning against the door with his hands stuffed in his pocket.

“What’s up? Why you in here?”

“You dipped kind of fast. Wanted to make sure you was cool.”

“Oh. I’m good.” I smiled. “Got sleepy that’s all.”

“Oh aight. Well, everybody done left.”

“Cool.”

He rocked a few times before tipping his head. I watched him open the door before shutting it and resting his hands against it.

“Julius.” I breathed. When he turned to look at me, I recognized the look in his eyes. It matched the one I was sporting early. “Julius no.” I shook my head. I knew the minute this man approached me I was going to give in.

“I’m sorry for what I’m ‘bout to do.” He lied before wrapping his hand around my throat and slamming his mouth against mine. I melted against him instantly. I was at war with my mind, my heart, and my pussy.

I wanted to. No, I needed to push him off me but the way his tongue was caressing the inside of my mouth had my pussy spurting. And sad to say she won. Scooping me up, Julius laid me on the bed and snatched opened the towel.

He sat there in silence for a few seconds before sliding his hands between my thighs. “I miss you so fucking much Nariah. On God I do.”

The first pad of his thumb across my clit had me widening my legs for him. I watched the way his facial expressions changed when he pushed two of his thick fingers into me. “You so fucking wet Nariah.” He groaned and tossed his head back.

Sucking on my tongue to keep from moaning I slammed my eyes shut while Julius rotated his fingers in and out of me.

I was trying like hell to keep my moans at bay and had been doing a damn good job until he leaned over and trailed kisses down my neck until he reached my breast. “Don’t hold back twin. ” He begged.

Sucking my nipple into his mouth he used his fingers to draw out an orgasm. My body trembled at the release and before I could catch my breath Julius was pushing into me.

“Shit, Julius.” I pushed out with a shaky breath as my hands gripped his arms.