Hey girlfriends! I hope ya'll had a fab weekend, because yours truly sure did! It's another Tête-à-Tête Tuesday with Tyrone. And honey, don't you just love a smooth talking man? One that can make you feel ohhh so good, after he's been ohhh so bad! Me neither, sugar! He can just take his smooth, trash talking self right on!
But some females so desperate to have a man, they'll go for anything he say. Even if he been saying the same thing year after year, and he ain't neva gon' change. You know it...I'm talking about Black. He's gonna be who he's gonna be, and Angel's praying and wishing ain't gonna change it. Read on...
BEJEWELED: THE FLIGHT OF AN ANGEL
(CHAPTER: THE OTHER SIDE OF ME)
Wrapping his arms underneath her thighs Black didn’t bother to say another word to convince her not to be mad, he had other methods. Methods that she didn’t want him to employ at this moment, she wanted to be mad.
Laying on her back she stared at the ceiling and tried pulling her legs away, but it didn’t work. Frustrated she began swinging on him.
“Hey, stop that, girl!” He grabbed her arms looking at her with anger in his eyes.
“Why, Black? I’ll stop when you stop, okay?”
“Stop what, baby? Why you give me so much hell?”
“Because, Black, you never see the other side of me. You don’t deal with it, I do!” she shouted, as the tears she had been holding back since his arrival poured down her cheeks.
“What’s this other side of you, you talking ‘bout? Sounds like some crazy shit.”
“The other side of me is the one you’ve created, the one you forgot to love and care about. The one you forgot to nurture. The other side of me is a lost little girl, feeling insecure and just needing a hug, a word of affirmation from you saying she will be okay. The other side of me is the one who wishes Black was nothing like her Daddy, the one who sees the beauty that Black truly is, while society says that black is just an ugly color, a pit of negativity. The other side of me is the woman that loves and needs you to be true to wash away her inner fears and secret tears. The other side of me is the one that you’re driving crazy when you stay out late nights. The other side of me is the woman who wonders what could’ve been, what should’ve been. The other side of me is the one that’s calling the hospitals praying you’ve not been hurt; the one that’s going online checking the local jails to see if you’ve been locked up; the one that cringes every time a car door slams praying the police aren’t showing up with a sad tale for me and the little boy in the other room. The other side of me is just a little girl who wants to be loved.”
Black licked full dark brown lips and squinted eyes red from smoking a blunt, “Come here, girl. I’m so damned sorry,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “I don’t mean to hurt you, I really don’t. I need you to feel strong, s’all I meant to do is build you strong, girl. But you gotta learn to trust me. I know what I’m doin’, cuz I’m ‘bout mine. I been doing this game too long and too strong to fuck up now. I won’t let nothing happen to you or that l’ boy in there. Now I know I done did my dirt in the past and now that shit coming back to haunt me, but I ain’t neva meant to hurt you like I did. I know I gotta earn yo’ trust back and that’s all I’m trying to do. But you gotta work with me, too.”
Angel shook her head as she allowed him to flip her over. Pulling her gown up around her waist, Black lowered his head between her legs to take a sample of her fruit. She rubbed little circles around his bald head with her thumbs as her fingers gripped the back of his head. Lifting her waist up to meet his mouth, she knew she was getting lost in the moment. It was her greatest downfall. She always succumbed to the sweet words he had for her, topped off with his sensuous tongue filling her insides, until she exploded in desire and sweet ecstasy.
I told you! She fall for it every damned time. Po' boo-boo the fool. Well, if you want to see how her story turns out, you have to download your copy. And trust me ladies, you want to know.
BEJEWELED: THE FLIGHT OF AN ANGEL
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