You open your eyes with a smile. You don’t remember much from last night but you do remember that it was Phil that put this smile on your face. You feel his arms tight around you as he snores lightly. You check the clock, it’s 5:45am. You reach for your cell phone and call your agency to cancel your shift. Snuggling closer to Phil, you close your eyes and drift back to sleep.
The smell of coffee and bacon wake you from your slumber. You notice Phil is not next to you. You grab his black beater, put it on and walk out to the living area. As you round the corner to the kitchen, you begin to drool as you see Phil shirtless, in his boxers, slaving over the stove. You smile, walk up behind him and slide your arms around his waist. “Yeah sure. I can be there around noon”, he says turning to kiss you. You back up and mouth ‘sorry’. You didn’t notice he was on the phone. He smiles and extends his arms for a hug. You walk into them happily. Squeezing him tight, you hear him say, “Oh, I loved the shirt! I can’t wait to see the pants”. You back up and stare directly at him. “Who are you talking to?”, you ask loudly. He smirks and says, “Ok, I’ll see you at noon. Bye”. Walking toward you with his arms open, he smiles, “Good morning Baby Girl”. Crossing your arms, you stand your ground and push his hands away. “Who were you talking to?” Phil can see that you are pissed. He sighs and returns to the kitchen area. “I have to pick up my clothes today so I was just confirming my order”. He sets the table for breakfast. Then fixes your plate and his. It smells DELICIOUS and you are starving but your stubbornness won’t allow you to move. Phil walks up to you and kisses the top of your head as he rubs your arms. “Nikki, Baby, come eat, please. I made all of this for you”. Completely ignoring him you say, “I don’t understand why SHE needs to call you. Doesn’t she have assistants for that shit?” Phil laughs, “Nikki, you are a beautiful woman but green is NOT your color. Stop being so jealous, ok?”. “Ok, fine”, you agree as you begrudgingly walk to the table. “So, you won’t mind me going with you to pick up your clothes at noon then?” You watch him closely for any reaction but you don't notice one. “Of course not”, he replies matter of factly. “In fact, I think you’d like some of her stuff”. You don't respond as you pick over your food. You sip your coffee as you strategically plan your conversation with this bitch in your mind. You look up and see Phil’s perfect mocha skin tightly covering his muscles. Your temperature increases 5ยบ every time he raises his fork to his mouth and his biceps flex. He notices you watching and smiles, “Can I help you with something?”. You smirk and shift in your chair. You wish you’d put on some panties because you are pretty sure the chair cushion is soaked. You begin to blush. Phil wipes his mouth and rises from the table with his eyes locked on you. Your love is jumping as he moves your plate to the side and sets you on the table in it’s place. “What are you doing?”, you ask, knowing exactly what he has in mind. Pushing your legs apart, he sits in the chair and smiles. “I’m still hungry”, he replies as he starts to lick your clit like its a melting ice cream cone on a hot August afternoon.Your body trembles as you moan. Your legs are shaking. “OH…MY…GOD”, you sigh barely able to speak. You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides in and out of your love. Your love is dripping wet and trembling with desire. You aren’t sure how much more you can take. Phil lightly sucks on your clit releasing your orgasm. You scream, “OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU!”. Phil laughs as he licks his lips. Pushing you back onto the table top, he crawls on top of you and caresses your face. Looking deeply into your eyes he says, “Oh, you do huh?”. A serious look covers your face, “Of course I love you Philip”. He kisses the top of your head as his hands make their way to your thighs. He smiles, “Just checking”.
Your mind races the entire way to the boutique. You are rehearsing your conversation with this man stealing bitch in your head. Before you know it, Phil pulls in front of the store. He turns off the car and turns to face you. “Nikki, be good. Please”, he says like a parent pleading with a child for good behavior in public. “What?!”, you reply playing ‘Little Miss Innocent’. Phil just stares as you. “Ok, ok. I’ll be good”, you promise. As soon as you both cross the threshold of the door, “she” runs up to Phil. Kissing him on the cheek she says, “Phil! Always glad to see you!”. You quickly step between them and introduce yourself. “Hello. My name is Nikki. Phil seems to love your clothing line. I can’t wait to see a few pieces myself”. She steps back, a little surprised to see you. “Oh…Hi”, she stutters. Phil wraps his arm around your waist. “This is my Lady, Nikki”. You smile wide and resist the urge to gloat. She looks surprised. “Oh…well...nice to meet you Nikki”. Her fake smile quickly fades as she turns, grabs Phil’s hand and leads him toward the center of the store. She turns to you and says, “Oh Nikki, you can come too…if you want”. The sarcasm in her voice is unmistakable. It takes everything in you not to knock her ass to the floor but you promised Phil you’d be good. You put on a fake smile and slowly make your way over to the center of the store; being careful to watch her every move. She sees you watching and places her hand on the small of Phil’s back and whispers in his ear. Phil laughs and she glances back at you smirking. ‘Clearly this bitch is trying me’, you think flashing your best fake smile. You are trying not to look as pissed off as you are. You sit on a couch located near the center of the store and decide to just watch their interaction from a distance. “Ok, here’s the outfit”, she says excitedly handing it to Phil. “Want me to help you try it on?”. Phil smiles at her briefly then looks to you, “Baby Girl, can you help me out?”. “Of course”, you reply smiling directly at her. You walk to the dressing room with your arm around his waist. “Well, let me know if you need anything”, she adds as you pat Phil’s ass while he enters the tiny dressing room. You smirk in her direction, “Sure”. Phil begins to pull off his shirt and you push him. The room is small so he stumbles back and hits the wall. “What?!”, he asks with a big smile. Pinning him to the wall, you glare at him, “How long are you gonna let this go on?”. He smiles devilishly then in the blink of an eye, he pins you against the opposite wall with your hands held captive at your sides. “I have no idea what you are talking about”, he whispers kissing you. He playfully bites your lower lip and grabs your hips. You can feel that python growing. You lick his lips and begin to unbutton his pants. He smiles at you as his pants hit the floor. You wanna drop to the floor and let that big piece of milk chocolate melt in your mouth but you don’t. As horny as you are, you decide not to play his game. I mean, after all, didn’t he ask you to be good? You take a step back and hand him his shirt. He looks at you confused at first but then begins to understand. Sighing, he gets dressed. He has a little trouble with his pants zipper. His unrequited love is still hungry for attention. You smirk and brush your ‘fatty’ against that bulge and smile. “Awe damnnnn”, he sighs. You smile back at him as you step out of the dressing room. She is waiting right outside the door. “Is everything ok?”, she asks. “Yes”, you reply simply, leaning against the wall next to the dressing room door. “Oh, because you guys were in there for a while and I thought I heard some commotion”. “Everything is fine”, you reiterate. Thinking twice, you decide to put this bitch in her place. “Well…he does like it rough”, you smirk as you turn your back to her and wait for Phil to come out of the dressing room. “Yeah, I know”, she whispers back just as Phil opens the door. You stop in your tracks without turning around and ask, “What the fuck did you just say?”. Phil looks from you to her. “What’s going on?”. You can hear her chuckle under her breath and turn to face her. She smiles at you as Phil reads your mind and quickly grabs your arm. “Nikki, Baby Girl, what’s going on?”. “I said, what the fuck did you just say?”, you ask again breaking free from Phil’s grasp and stepping up to her. She steps up to you and repeats herself, “I said, I know”. You are both face to face. You are surprised by her boldness and give her credit for it. You ball your hands at your sides and ask, “Since you such a bold bitch, tell me how you know”. Phil steps between the both of you before she can answer. You look up at him and see something you’ve never seen covering his face - guilt. “Nikki, you promised”, he reminds you. With teary eyes you respond, “And you lied”. You turn and walk away. Philip follows you, “Nikki wait!”. He grabs your right arm. You stop, yanking your arm away from him but don’t face him. “Nikki, I’m sorry. I just…it was one time…I was so angry…I’m sorry…it meant nothing, I swear! I love you Baby Girl”. You feel sick. Your heart is broken and you are to blame. You don’t reply and simply walk toward the door slamming it as you leave. You can hear the glass shatter as you walk down the block.
You are sitting on the curb outside of a nearby 7-Eleven sipping an extra-large blue raspberry slurpee. You are so distraught that you are unable to even cry. Your phone rings. It’s your realtor. “Nikki, I have THE perfect 2 bedroom condo to show you. It’s a foreclosure so it’s dirt cheap. It’ll probably go quickly. Can you meet me in an hour to check it out?” “Sure”, is all you can say. “Great! I’ll email you all the information”. You hangup and continue to sit, letting the sun bake you as you sip. Your phone rings again. You answer assuming it’s your realtor, “Hello”. “Hey beautiful”, Bruno says. You can hear his smile over the phone. “Oh, hey”, you respond with no feeling what-so-ever. Bruno is silent for a second then asks, “Nikki? Are you ok?”. You don’t respond as you sip your slurpee. “Nikki?”, he asks again. “What?”, you reply. “What happened Nikki?”, he asks with concern. You hear him grab his keys. “You can keep on saying you’re sorry but what you give is what you gon get”, you answer plainly. He asks again confused, “Nikki, what happened?”. “Karma”, you say without feeling. “Stay put. I’m coming to get you”. You hangup and consider throwing your phone. The hurt is so deep, it has struck a nerve that is numbing all feeling in your body. You sip some more. There is a liquor store around the corner and you consider heading over for a vodka shorty but your sadness has overcome you and you just can’t move. You have no idea how long you’ve been sitting when you see Bruno’s car pull into the parking lot. He hops out and slowly walks over to you. He stares at you for a moment then sits next to you on the curb. You don’t acknowledge him. He’s gotten pretty good at reading your mind. He just sits silently next to you until you are ready to talk. You both sit on the curb for about a half-hour while you sip your slurpee and wallow silently in your sadness. Finally you ask, “How did you know where to find me?”. He smiles, “You are upset about something. Usually means you’re drowning your pain in a slurpee”. You take another sip and watch the cars come and go, in and out of the parking lot. Bruno gets up and squats down directly in front of you. Lifting your chin with his index finger he asks quietly, “What happened?”. You look down and sip. Before you can tell him, your phone rings. It’s your realtor. “NIKKI! WHERE ARE YOU?!”, she screams though the phone. You let out a deep sigh, “Marvina, I’m sorry. I’m on my way. I just…have a lot on my mind”. “What’s up?”, Bruno asks. “There’s this condo my realtor wants me to see. It’s not far from here. Would you mind dropping me off?”. “Of course not. Come on let’s go”.
As Bruno pulls up to the building, you are quite impressed. The building is newly built and very modern. “Thanks, B. I’ll call you later, when I get home”, you say getting out of the car. Bruno turns off the car and gets out. “You think I’m just gonna leave you here?”, he chuckles. You ignore him and head inside. The condo is on the 10th floor and overlooks a small community garden. The living room is nice and the kitchen is perfect. Both bedrooms are spacious but the balcony is the clincher. You can almost see yourself sipping your coffee out here every morning. Bruno wanders around as well but doesn’t say a word. “Well???”, your realtor asks. You give her a half smile, “I love it”. “Yes! I thought you would. I’ll call now and put in an offer”. Walking back to the car, Bruno finally comments, “That was a nice condo. I hope you get it”. “Thanks”, you say not really caring either way. Nothing matters anymore. On the drive home there is complete silence in the car. Bruno doesn’t say a word, he just squeezes your hand every so often and smiles. You finally make it back to your hotel room and all you wanna do is lay in your bed and cry. Bruno walks in and sits on the couch. He just watches you like he’s waiting for you to crack. “I don’t wanna talk”, you say as tears finally start to fall from your eyes. “Ok”, he says understandingly. You start to pace back and forth. “He said they were just friends and that nothing happened”. Bruno furrows his brow, looking confused. Your tears are flowing freely now. “He lied to my face!” Your body begins to tremble. Bruno stands. “He slept with her Bruno!! Just to get back at me for sleeping with you!” Bruno runs to your side and just holds you as you sob uncontrollably. “I’m sorry Baby. I’m so sorry”, he whispers as he holds you tight. He leads you back to the couch. You cry in his arms while he kisses the top of your head and strokes your hair. “It’s ok Baby. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. I promise”.
It’s been a month since you’ve talked to Phil. He calls frequently begging to talk but you ignore the calls. He even stopped by your hotel room a few times but you refused to open the door. You don’t want to see him. You are still hurting from what he did to you. Bruno, on the other hand, has kept his promise. He has not left your side the entire time. He’s becoming a very good friend that you can always count on…and that you fuck every once in a while. It’s been a few weeks since you and B actually had sex. You kinda miss it but you are enjoying this new…whatever the hell it is that you two have. The attraction is still there but you two have decided to slow things down a bit.
It’s moving day and Bruno is being such a great help. Not only has he helped you pack the little bit of stuff you have but he even rented a truck to help you move the boxes. It’s about 3pm and you are both sitting on the living room floor of your new condo exhausted. You look around and know you should be happy but all you feel is overwhelming sadness and it’s written all over your face. Bruno slides next to you. “You ok?”, he asks already knowing the answer. “Yeah”, you lie giving him a fake smile. No need in worrying him. “So…are you gonna get a living room set or do you enjoy sitting on the floor?”, he asks trying to brighten your mood. You can’t even fake a smile this time, “It’s on my list of things to get. My bedroom set should be here in a hour though. That’s the main thing I knew I needed”. You lower your head and try to fight back the tears. Phil should be here with you, not Bruno. This is all wrong but you have no one to blame for how things turned out but yourself. Karma is a cold bitch. Bruno hops up. “It’s too quiet. Let’s turn some music on up in here!”. He turns on the radio. Not a Bad Thing by Justin Timberlake is just starting to play. Bruno starts to sway to the beat and extends his hands for you to join him. You are NOT in the mood. He starts to sing, “I know people make promises all the time, then they turn right around and break them”. You look up at him as your tears start to fall. “When someone cuts your heart open with a knife, now you're bleeding”, he continues walking toward you. “But I could be that guy to heal it over time”, he sings squatting down in front of you. Lifting your head with his index finger, he gazes into your eyes, "And I won’t stop until you believe it, cause baby you’re worth it”. Despite the sincerity you feel coming from Bruno, you feel worthless. You lower your head. He pulls you up off the floor and wraps his arms around your waist. “So don't act like it’s a bad thing to fall in love with me. Cause you might look around and find your dreams come true, with me”. You push him away. “Nikki, what’s wrong?”, Bruno asks walking up to you. “I can’t do this Bruno. Thanks for helping me but you should go. I just can’t…”. He frowns, “Can’t what? Love me like you love him? I’m not leaving Nikki”. You walk out to the balcony and lean against the wall wishing things were different. Bruno steps out on to the balcony and pulls you close. You can still hear JT playing in the living room. “Bruno don’t. Please”, you beg. You just can’t deal with the feelings you may or may not have for him right now. Brushing your hair behind your ear, he kisses your forehead and sings softly looking into your eyes, “No, I won’t fill your mind with broken promises and wasted time. And if you fall, you’ll always land right in these arms, these arms of mine”. He holds you closer. That last sentence hits you like a ton of bricks. You look up at Bruno and realize he has ALWAYS been there for you no matter what, where or when. You sense 'that feeling' creeping into your chest. You caress his face and kiss his lips softly. Running his fingers through your hair, he kisses you deeper as his tongue speaks to yours. The kiss is intense and causes your love to awaken. You step back a little but he won’t let you go as he continues to sing softly, “It’s not a bad thing to fall in love with me, me. Not such a bad thing to fall in love with me”. You run your fingers through his hair and smile. His eyes grow wide. “Whoa! A smile!”, he jokes running his thumb across your lower lip. You look down, blushing. You can feel your love trembling. Breaking free from his embrace you walk back inside. “The delivery guys should be here soon”, you say as a reminder more for yourself then him. Stepping behind you, B wraps his arms around your waist and whispers in your left ear, “I don’t care”. You turn around and he pulls you close. That carrot is rock hard and your love is aching for it. “Bruno…”, you start but he presses his lips against yours silencing your voice. You can feel the heat and desire burning between your two bodies. Bruno’s hands are slowly caressing every part of you as you slide your hands down and grip his ass. His hands start to unbutton your jean shorts. You look into his eyes and smile. His hand slides inside your shorts and your love becomes his playground. You throw your head back and let out a desire filled sigh as he rubs your clit which is hard and wet. He kisses your neck as he slides your shorts and panties onto the floor. His bedroom eyes are pulling you down onto the floor like magnets. He slides off his shorts and climbs on top of you. You pull his shirt off and throw it, it’s been too long since you felt his skin against yours. You caress his back as his carrot finds it’s way home. You both moan as he enters you. His desire is pulsating inside of you with each thrust. You feel born again. You’ve been locked outta heaven too long and didn’t remember just how much you’ve missed it until now. Circling in your love, he smiles and says, “I missed you Nikki”. ‘That feeling’ has planted roots in your chest. You can’t shake it. Caressing the back of his head, you smile back at him and reply, “I missed you too B”. You can see a look of surprise steal across his face as his smile widens. You wrap your legs around him and push your wetness onto his desire. Bruno holds you tighter as his desire hits the back of your walls. You scream from the indescribable pleasure. “Am I hurting you?”, he whispers in your ear. You smile and whisper back, “Hurt me”. He smiles and quickens his pace. You can feel the embers of your fire igniting. “Bruuuuuuunnnnoooooooo”, you murmur as his tongue lightly licks behind your right ear. You tighten your walls, gripping his desire. He moans. You smile to yourself as you feel him jerk inside of you. “Ohhhhhh dddaaayyyyyyuuuuummmmmm”, he murmurs as you feel him cover your walls with his love. Bruno lays his head on your chest. You hold him tight and kiss the top of his head. ‘That feeling’ has not moved and you decide not to fight it. It kinda feels good. Bruno looks up at you and smiles. He hesitates for a minute as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “What?”, you ask, already knowing what he wants to say. “Nothing”, he smirks. You sit up. Leaning into him, you caress his face with both of your hands and kiss him. Gazing directly into his eyes you say, “Thank you for always being there for me B. I love you”. A shocked smile paints his lips. Pressing his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes and starts, “Nikki…”. Before he can finish, there is a knock at the door. You both laugh. “Probably the delivery guys”, you say. Bruno pulls up his pants as you scramble to get dressed. “Where’s my shirt?”, he asks. You shrug. He gives up hearing another knock at the door. “Forget it”, he says opening the door. You find Bruno’s shirt in the kitchen by the refrigerator. Laughing you hold it up and say, “Found it”. Bruno is silent. You look up and freeze. “Uh…Hey…Baby Girl. Am I interrupting something?”, Phil asks looking from Bruno’s bare chest to your unbuttoned shorts.
