Page 28 of Tangled Hearts

Noir’s leg shook as she repeated everything she was going to say to Christian as soon as he walked his pretty ass through the door.

He’d placed her on a pedestal, and at the same time, allowed for her to be knocked off it.

So many emotions ran through her. She didn’t know if she was hurt, mad, or embarrassed.

Truthfully, it was probably a mixture of all three.

At least that was the story her wet, balled up face, and sore ego told.

How she made it home without pulling up on him first was beyond her.

“I can’t believe him,” she whispered while walking back and forth, burning a hole in the floor.

Through the window, Christian could see her having a mental battle.

He knew he was about to get his ass handed to him.

The social media post his newfound baby’s mother posted was circulating the World Wide Web and had even made the local tea page.

Chanta had warned him and made good on her promise.

Royally, he’d fucked up but knew he couldn’t stall Noir out too long.

His love for her wouldn’t let him play her like that.

Inhaling before exhaling, he braced himself for the worst. Before he could get through the threshold good, a glass vase came whizzing past his head.

“You dirty, nigga!” Noir screamed, charging at him when she noticed she’d missed.

“I can’t fuckin’ believe you! ‘Trust me, Noir. I’ll never have you out here looking crazy,’ ” she mocked him, making sure to remind him of all the bullshit that came out his mouth when he was begging her to be his girl.

He tried to block his yellow tinted skin but was failing miserably. “Let me talk.”

“Fuck talking! You don’t have shit to say to me!

Talking is what the fuck you should’ve done when you knew you didn’t want me anymore!

That’s when your dumb ass should’ve tried because right now, I don’t want to hear anything!

” Her tone never leveled. She was beyond being on ten.

Noir was so upset, she could feel her body shaking.

Anger pulsated through her body replacing the blood.

Her voice cracked, but it didn’t drop. “You told me I was safe! I could’ve left you a hundred times, Christian, and I should’ve! But no, I stayed loyal to a lying-ass, community dick nigga who was too scared to be honest about who the fuck he really is!”

“I ain’t lie about how much I love you,” he snapped, his own anger bubbling now. “That bitch ain’t mean shit to me.”

“But y’all had a baby,” she growled. “You nutted in her and laid up with me like you wasn’t trash.”

“I didn’t know!” he yelled back. “I didn’t know until she popped up months later talkin’ about she was pregnant!”

“You knew you was cheating though, right?” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You knew when you was kissing me and fucking her the same night, right?”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

She laughed bitterly. “You weak. A weak ass, nothing-ass boy who got lucky when I loved you.”

“Stop acting like you innocent!” he barked. “You don’t think I know how you still be chatting it up with that rapping ass nigga? You think I ain’t heard the rumors?” Christian couldn’t even bring his self to say Cash’s name.

“Don’t do that,” she warned. “Don’t flip this like I’m the one who broke us.”

“You left , didn’t you?” he pushed. “You ran like always, and I spiraled. So yea, I did some dumb shit—but don’t sit here like your hands clean.”

A few years ago, him and Noir had it out about hoes coming to her as a woman.

Truthfully, they were lying but Noir ran to LA to see about Cash.

Cash was her safe place— someone she could go to just to decompress.

They hadn’t crossed any lines but emotionally cheating was probably worse than physically cheating. Noir wasn’t going to admit that though.

Her jaw clenched. “You know what the difference is between me and you?” She stepped close enough to smell his cologne. “I wanted to hurt you, not humiliate you. I didn’t post nothing. I ain’t go public. I ain’t have no baby on you.” She swung on him again.

Still, Christian tried to block her assault until she messed around and popped him in the eye. “Stop fuckin’ hitting me, Noir!” He grabbed her arms.

“Just let me go,” she wailed, unable to keep her sadness at bay. “You lied to me.”

Her tears broke him down. “I’ll make it right. I swear on my pop’s grave. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do that shit. You want me to kill the bitch?”

“Fuck yo’ pops!” Her tears stopped when she considered his proposal.

But then she heard what he said. Her man acknowledged he had a baby with someone else.

She wasn’t ready for kids but always thought she’d be the only one to bare his children.

The waterworks started again. “I want you to leave me alone, Christian. Just let me go live my life.”

“I’ll never let you leave me. You’ll never live a life that doesn’t include me. Noir, this shit is forever.” Trying to console her, he was denied.

“Get your filthy hands off me,” she said through gritted teeth. “It’s gonna be on you when I handle you like you handled me. I promise you won’t like it because you know how I rock.”

Brushing his hands down his freshly cut fade, he needed to think fast because losing Noir wasn’t in the cards for him.

He had planned a life that always included her.

Love for him was real but still, temptation was a bitch.

It was taking him too long to say anything, so she started marching towards the door.

“Baby, wait!” He reached out, pulling her body into his. “I’m dead ass serious. What do you need a nigga to do to make this shit right ’cause a life without you in it ain’t in the cards for me. It’s us until the dirt.”

Usually, she felt safe when engulfed in his being. His strong arms had been her safe place but those days were gone. “Just give me some time,” her tone pleaded.

His body tensed up, exhausted and not wanting to keep going back and forth with him.

“We’ll talk later. I promise,” she reasoned, knowing him all too well. Christian was ready to lock her in the basement and fuck her until she had no more to give.

“Just tell me what to do, Noir. I’ll kill her,” he offered again. His words didn’t even feel real coming from his mouth because he’d hate to actually have to kill his daughter’s mama.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m crazy,” she spat. “You sound insane.”

“I am insane over you,” he admitted. “You think I care about looking crazy? You’re mine, Noir. You always been mine.”

She tried to shove him back. “No I’m not.”

“You are mine,” he repeated, louder. “Say you not and I’ll stop right now. Say you don’t love me and I’ll walk out this bitch.”

Her lip trembled, but she said nothing.

“Exactly,” he whispered, pulling her into his chest. “So let me remind you.”

“Don’t,” she whispered, tears spilling. “I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he said.

He kissed her with nothing but passion and pleas.

“No,” she whimpered.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Let me taste what I ruined.” He didn’t give her a chance to say yes or no before he had her legs in the air, using one hand to rip off her thong.

“Christian!” she yelped, even though she knew the position well.

No time was wasted when he zeroed in on his prey. “Feed me, Noir.”

“I hate you.” She thrusted her wetness into his mouth in a swing like motion. “Just like that.” Her back arched, her pussy betraying her.

Christian got on his knees, and spread her pussy open. His mouth met her pussy like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Mhm.” His moans went from her pussy, up to her heart, stopping at her head as she thought of all the times he did what he was doing to her to another woman.

She bucked her hips in resistance but her body betrayed her. She was soaking. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to unbreak her with his tongue.

“I hate you,” she choked out again, her thighs squeezing around his head.

“No you don’t. Say it again while you’re cumin’, since you mean it so much.”

His tongue twirled around her clit, sucking and licking, trying to get her to love him through the misstep. Christian bit the insides of her thighs and eased two fingers inside of her. Looking in her eyes, he said, “tell me you hate me now.”

“I—”

He finger fucked her more, curving his hand up to touch her spot. The movements made her stuttered on her words and swallow them. “Yea, talk yo shit now.”

“Fuck you, Christian,” she said, lips tight, eyes in the sky.

“That’s what you want? All you had to do was ask,” he stood up, her body shaking from her orgasm.

She bit her lip hard, face contorted, tears still falling even as her body gave out on her. Her hips rolled still riding the wave his mouth and fingers gave her, chasing that peak, broken and breathless.

Smirking, his face was drenched in her fluids.

“You still wanna talk later?” he asked, unzipping his pants. “Or you want the rest now?” Christian pulled his jeans down, his caramel dick popping out like surprise.

She turned her head. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me?—”

But she didn’t move when he entered her. Didn’t push him off. Her moan was loud. Her hands clawed at his back while he fucked her like she was his lifeline.

“You gon’ leave me?” he asked between thrusts.

“Yes,” she cried.

He picked up speed. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I am leaving you!”

He kissed her shoulder. “Not yet you ain’t.”

Noir wrapped her legs around him. Her nails dug into his skin. She hated him so much. And still, she needed every inch of him in that moment.

He kissed her again.

She didn’t kiss back.

But she didn’t stop him either.

As he brought her to her peak, her heart broke into a million pieces. Noir didn’t know if they’d ever get back to their happy place, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to do it in the house they shared.

“Mama!” Noir called out trying not to let her voice break.