Phil arrives at the gym and parks his car. He sits for a moment to gather his composure since he’s not sure what the hell is about to go down in there. He takes a deep breath and hops out of the car. Philip walks in and sees Bruno shooting around on the basketball court. Bruno seems focused. It’s like he’s in a zone because he’s hitting nearly every shot. Phil steps closer. Bruno glances at him momentarily and continues shooting. Phil waits patiently. Bruno’s demeanor changes instantly and he begins missing every shot. Bruno’s frustration becomes evident as he grabs the basketball and squeezes it as if he’s trying to pop it like a balloon. Phil sighs feeling a little guilty. He walks up next to Bruno and grabs a ball from the rack. Dribbling playfully, he looks over at Bruno and asks, “How about a little one on one?”. Bruno just glares at him and bounces the ball forcefully on the floor causing a VERY loud echo throughout the gym. Phil puts the ball back on the rack. Bruno isn’t talking and he isn't sure what to say right now. Philip knows his little brother is pissed off and he wants to apologize. He takes a deep breath and walks up to Bruno who continues to forcefully bounce the ball on the court. “Look man, about the other night…”. Bruno walks away and mumbles something under his breath. Phil follows. “Look, I shouldn’t have said…”, Bruno cuts Philip off in mid sentence. “I SAID SHE’S YOURS!!!”, he says raising his voice as he throws the ball full force at the wall then sprints toward the exit. Phil hurries to the door trying to catch him. He’s too late, all he can do is watch in silence as his little brother drives off, tires screeching.
You’ve been calling Bruno all day but his phone just rings. You’ve left countless voicemails and texts but he hasn’t responded. You’ve been wrestling with your feelings for Bruno for over a year but after last night, it’s very clear that you truly love him. Yes, you love Bruno and you should be with him. You just have to mend all the cracks you created in this whole fucked up situation - if you can. You take a deep breath and try to figure it out. It’s evident that he found out you were with Philip the other night. But how? You think back over your interaction with Philip the morning after…
“Philip, have you seen my phone?”. Phil goes over to the night stand and tosses it to you. Just as you feared, there are 3 missed calls, 2 voicemails and 4 text messages from Bruno. From the corner of your eye, you notice Phil watching you. (Letting Go - August 2014)
“That sneaky son of a bitch”, you say out loud. You grab your keys and head out to confront Philip.
You've NEVER been so angry in your life. Your blood is BOILING as you hop in your car and speed off in search of Philip. You arrive at his house but he's not there. You surrendered your keys long ago so you decide to get out of your car, sit on his step and wait for his ass. While you wait, all you can think about is how deeply you must've hurt Bruno for him to leave you...for good. You are mentally cursing Philip out, calling him EVERYTHING but a child of God when he pulls up in front of his house. He's VERY surprised to see you waiting. He's smiling as he walks toward you. You however, are not. A hardened scowl chisels your lips. Philip walks toward you with that sexy swag that still makes your love moisten even when you’re pissed. He holds his arms out to greet you, "Baby Girl...". Before he can complete his greeting, you pop up and push his arms away. Cocking your head to the side, you place one hand on your hip and point the other in his face, giving him a dose of that Baltimore Girl flava he doesn't see very often. "How fuckin dare you?!!", you spit directly at him with that Bmore charisma and signature neck snap. He stops abruptly and smiles. Holding both hands up as if you have him at gun point he asks, "What are you talking about Baby Girl?". 'This nigga playing dumb!!’, you think to yourself. You are completely in your Eastside Bmore Girl persona as you place both hands on your hips and get DIRECTLY in his face. "Nigga you know what you did", you whisper menacingly as you squint at him. His head jerks back slightly absorbing the virgin racial slur from your lips, however, his smile never fades. He let's out a very low, nearly inaudible moan. "Nikki, come on in and let's talk. Clearly you’re upset about something". He attempts to place his hand on your waist. You smack his hand away then push him square on his chest. Philip stumbles back, slightly amused as you spit, "DON'T fucking touch me". His eyes narrow slightly. “Ohhhhh!! Ha, ha, ha", he laughs. "You trying to fight me?!”. He seems tickled by the notion. You push him again and stand defensively 'wishing this mutherfucka would'. "I'm not gonna fight you Nikki so...". You swing at him before he finishes his sentence. He ducks WIDE EYED. You continue to stand defensively. Philip’s smile has faded a bit. He's not so sure how to handle you right now. You've never been this angry with him before. Hot tears of frustration run down your face as you step toward Philip. You quickly wipe the tears from your face but clearly not fast enough. Philip uses those few seconds to duck behind you and hold you in an effort to calm you down. You thrash WILDLY and his arms wrap tighter around you. "Nikki! Chill! Let's talk about this. Come on! I don't even know what you’re so angry about". You ain't for it. You never knew Phil could be so under handed. You remember how red and puffy Bruno's eyes were yesterday. 'He WAS crying'. You're completely emotional and it's causing your street smarts to take over. You attempt to elbow him hard to his right rib cage and stomp his left foot in an effort to break free from his hold. Unbeknownst to you, Philip has had his fair share of street fights as well. He steps back a bit as he blocks your elbow jab. Grabbing onto you, he turns you to face him and holds you close. Your arms are crossed in a hold in front of your body locked tight by his hands. You are face to face. You glare at him. If looks could kill he'd be flatlined. A faint smile appears on his lips as he smiles at you. Leaning into you slightly, his lips graze yours. You turn your head away from him. "Baby Girl", he whispers releasing one arm to stroke your back. He presses even closer into you as his eyes plead for an explanation. You feel his desire grow quickly between you. You manage to get your right hand free and use it to smack him across his face. He's COMPLETELY stunned and let's you go in response, rubbing the left side of his face. You are huffing as the tears return. "That's for whatever the hell you said to Bruno!!". Suddenly you see the light go on behind his eyes. He steps toward you slowly as you collapse, a balling huddled mass in front of his house. Feeling like shit, he drops next to you and slides his arms around you. He knows what he did was wrong but he had no idea you knew. Philip never had any intention of hurting you. He has no words of comfort except, “I’m sorry Baby Girl".
Bruno is speeding down the highway, weaving in and out of lanes like a James Dean possessed maniac. The constant honking, obscene gestures and yelling doesn’t penetrate his perseverating thought of you. 'She's fine, trust me. She's sleeping in my arms', keeps replaying over and over in his mind. A car horn blares and he snaps out of his thoughts briefly swerving right to avoid a collision. The brakes lock and the car veers off the road sideways onto the grass - just missing the guard railing. After multiple out of control spins and ear splitting tire screeches, the car comes to a stop. The car and driver both without a scratch on them (praise God). Bruno takes a deep breath as he drops his hands from the steering wheel to his lap and looks down. A VERY vivid image of you and his (so-called) brother in an extremely compromising position rests in his psyche. Hitting the steering wheel hard and fast, he yells, “FUCK!!!!”. The corners of his eyes are wet. His heart, although broken, is racing. His respirations have increased and his face is flushed. He closes his eyes and swears he can feel your skin against his. He’s in unfamiliar territory - he’s never felt this way before. “Damn”, he whispers. Your smile flashes through his mind and he can smell your sweet scent. Bruno sighs deeply. He begins to remember all the loving and sincere moments the two of you have shared.
He looks up at you as the water from the shower slides down his face. He’s sexy as hell. You’re falling. You have to kiss him. Lifting his chin to meet your gaze you admit, “I love you” . Bruno looks shocked by your unsolicited admission. “I love you too, Nikki”. He kisses you and begins to back you against the shower wall. (Falling - May 2014)
A single tear drops from each of his eyes as he smiles at the memory. Suddenly, resolve washes over him. He sits up, wipes his face with his hands and takes off in the direction of your condo.
Your hands are shaking as you sip the glass of merlot Phil hands you to try to calm your nerves. He sighs deeply and sits next to you on the couch. You glance over and notice him. He’s looking down with his hands folded between his legs. He looks extremely remorseful. He mutters something inaudibly without moving. You turn to face him, trying to figure out what he said. Philip turns to you. He takes your wine glass and places it on the table. He brushes the hair from your face and holds your hands in his. “Nikki…”, he sighs deeply. “I’m sorry…I…I just don’t know why I said it”. You see him slump and hear the remorse dripping from his lips. Your heart softens a little - however, you are still angry. Removing your hands from his you ask, “Philip, what did you say to him?”. He averts his eyes and stands. He begins pacing the floor and you wait for his response. Your patience is wearing thin, “Well?” He stops and begins to walk toward you. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we can be together again without all the lies and secrets”. You spring from the couch and head toward the door. “I have to find him”, you murmur to yourself. “Nikki”, Philip calls after you. You ignore him and keep going. Philip grabs your left wrist, “Nikki, wait!”. You yank your wrist from his grasp and keep moving to the door. “Woman, I said WAIT!!”, Philip commands grabbing both of your arms and pulling you close. You are FUMING. You swear steam is shooting from your ears. You struggle to break free. “LET ME GO!!”, you demand managing to get an arm free to hit him on his chest. He re-secures your free arm. You are glaring at him with daggers in your eyes but he won’t loosen his grip. You stomp his foot - HARD! He winces and loosens his grip on your arms slightly. It’s just enough for you to get free and push Philip out of your way. Philip can no longer hide his frustration with you, “DON’T put your hands on me anymore!”. You stop and smirk. Turning back around to face him you stand with your arms crossed, “Or what?!”. He shifts uncomfortably, pushes his glasses up on his nose and stands staring at you plainly. You slowly ease up into his personal space as you look directly into his eyes. Lifting your right index finger you poke him on his left shoulder. Without missing a beat he pokes you back - forcefully. You are shocked…and pissed. “How DARE you put your hands on me?”, you ask pushing him. Philip pushes you back. You stumble backward a bit. Now you’re really mad. You lunge at him knocking him to the floor on his back. You straddle him as you attempt to punch him but he has both of your fists in his grasp. You lean into him hoping to gain leverage and break free. It doesn’t work. You’re wrestling on top of him and he struggles to subdue you. Finally, he get’s you on your back and lays his body atop yours. You are pinned and cannot move. “DAMN IT!! PHILIP GET OFF OF ME!!”, you protest writhing under him. Your hair is wild and all over your head. Philip quietly takes his hands and smoothes your hair behind your ears. Caressing your face, he leans close to you and whispers, “You could shoot me straight through my heart and I’d still love you with my dying breath”. You stop struggling and just stare at him. ‘Damn!’, you think to yourself. Philip smiles at you and kisses your forehead. You turn your head away. You are still angry. He kisses your nose. You begin to notice moisture in your panties. ‘NOOOOOOO’, you yell at your libido. Caressing your face, he turns you to face him. Your breathing is labored, your heart is racing and your love is jumping. Your body is betraying you. Philip gazes into your eyes and kisses your lips ever so softly. You protest initially but eventually your body surrenders. Your lips are kissing him back as he frees your arms and they stroke his back. His hands are at your thighs and your desire is aching. You feel that python grow against your abdomen and your love drips with anticipation. You hate yourself for tugging at his pants but it doesn’t stop you. Phil removes your shirt and begins lightly biting your nipples until moisture rains down your thigh. “Ah….Philip”, you whisper as he slides your shorts down and begins rubbing your delicate flower dripping with dew. Your body shivers with each stroke. Staring into your eyes, he licks your nectar from his fingers. While Philip quickly removes his pants, Bruno flashes through your mind. You begin to remember the reason you came over here in the first place and start to push Philip away. He turns to face you and flashes you that heart melting smile that you fell in love with. Instantly you hear your libido asking, “Bruno who?”. Slowly, Philip caresses your hips and that massive python slithers into your garden. Philip feels so good inside you. It takes only a minute for him to release your angry orgasm. You scream as your body bucks under him. He holds you tight and whispers, “I know you hate me right now but I’m about to make you remember just how much you love me”. Flipping you over, he lifts your pretty round brown up in the air. Nearly seated on top of you, he slides in froggie style for the deepest, most delicious penetration. Your eyes water and grow wide as your love tries to contain his throbbing desire. You pound the floor as your walls endure multiple blissful bites from that powerful python. Philip is riding high inside your love hitting your G-spot with each thrust. Your knees are buckling and you aren’t sure you can take much more. You feel Philip jerk inside you and slow his pace. He teases your love as he slowly slides out. This sudden release of pressure stimulates your clit and your juices spray all over. You collapse onto the floor trembling. Philip lays behind you stroking your hair and kissing you. “You ok?”, he asks lovingly. You are numb, slightly sore and tired as fuck but nod yes. You can hear his smile as he murmurs, “Good” and pulls you to your feet. ‘Oh God’, runs through your mind as you see his hardness still left to be satisfied. ‘Jesus Christ! Did it get bigger?’, you wonder to yourself. Philip is a little larger than Bruno but you’d never share that secret observation. Philip holds you in his arms. He knows he wore you out. Smiling, he kisses your forehead, nose and lips. “Come on Baby Girl”, he whispers leading you upstairs.
Bruno speeds down the expressway toward your condo. His mind is racing with all the things he wants to say to you. ‘Nikki I know what happened between you and Phil and I don’t care. I love you and I want this to work’. ‘Let’s get away, just the two of us for a while. We can work on us’. He’s so engrossed in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize he’s missed your exit. “FUCK!”, he exclaims taking the next one which just so happens to be the exit for Phil’s house. Bruno pulls over on the side of the road. Pulling out his cell he calls Philip. The phone rings and rings. ‘He’s probably pissed with me’, Bruno thinks to himself. The voicemail picks up. Bruno takes a deep breath and says, “Uh…Ph…uh…look man. I…ah…I’m sorry about earlier today. Let’s get some drinks tonight and talk. Really talk. Hit me back”. He sits for a moment taking a couple deep cleansing breaths. He’s sure after you listen to what he has to say, you will fall back into his arms once again…but for how long? No matter what, you always seem to end up back in Philip’s arms. Bruno furrows his brow and begins remembering how inseparable you and Philip are. How you left your husband for HIM. How you tried for months to stop screwing around with him in order to be faithful to Philip.
Your thoughts drift to Phil and you find yourself writing his name in the sand surrounded by a heart. You are so engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t realize that you are being watched. “Fancy meeting you here”, Bruno says barging into your thoughts. “Oh, hey”, you say feeling a little foolish, staring at your teenie bopper markings in the sand. “That’s cute”, he smiles. “Thanks. Um, so where’s Jess?” “Well, she drink some of the water and, well...let’s just say, she’s in for the night.” You try to stifle your laugh. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances up at you. He’s giving you ‘that look’. ‘That look’ that makes your desire quiver. You start to walk away from him and he follows. “Wait up! I’ll walk with you.” “Nah, that’s ok. I kinda just wanna be alone.” (That Look - December 2013)
Sighing deeply, Bruno realizes it’s his interference that has kept you and Philip apart. He knows how much Philip loves you. He still has a small ‘reminder’ on his back from Phil jacking him up against the wall.
“No, YOU were just fucking her...I actually love her.” Phil jumps up and walks around the corner. Bruno looks stunned. He gets up and follows Phil, “Hold up man. Look, I didn’t know you were feeling her like that. I mean...that pussay leche was…” Phil grabs Bruno by his shirt and throws him against the wall. “Don’t you EVER talk about her like that!” he snaps at B as Eric and Kam come running to break up the fray. (Can't Let Go - August 2013)
Bruno smiles remembering just how surprised he was by his big brother’s reaction. Suddenly, your smile slides across his mind and calms him further. Continuing to reminisce, he remembers how Philip holds you in his arms. The way he gazes into your eyes like he’s falling in love with you for the first time every time he looks at you. He’s never seen a man look at a woman the way Philip looks at you.
Phil spins you around and you can’t help but laugh out loud. His face suddenly looks serious as he begins to sing, “You are, you are the love of my life” and drops to his knees in front of you. You stop in disbelief. You hear murmurs of, “Awe” and “Oh my God that’s so sweet”, sweep through the crowd. He grabs both of your hands in his, looks up into your eyes and continues, “You are, you are the love of my life”. Tears are filling your eyes as he repeats those words over and over. You feel his sincerity and caress his face. Standing as the song ends, he holds you, stares deep into your eyes and says, “I love you”. He kisses you so passionately, you feel like you two are the only people in the room. The crowd’s applause breaks the trance between you two. He smiles at you and leads you off the floor. (Finally Free - September 2013)
Bruno puts his car in gear with a deep sigh that tears a tiny hole in his heart. Turning around, he heads home in sobering silence.
Philip holds you close, caressing your head. He places his forehead on yours and whispers, “I love you. You just don't understand how much I love you”. You smile remembering your lunch conversation with Jamareo the other day, “You love Phil and he loves the hell outta you. What’s complicated about that?” He leads you to the bathroom and draws a nice, warm, fragrant bath for the both of you. Sliding behind you, he begins to massage your shoulders. His strong, masculine hands are like magic. Instantly, all the stress and anger on your shoulders has disappeared. Your head begins to roll in response to the relaxation you are experiencing. You hear yourself murmur, “Mmmmmm. Yessss”. Philip chuckles. You realize just how sexual your moan sounds and chuckle as well. “Are you laughing at me Mr. Lawrence?”, you ask turning to straddle him. He looks shocked as he dramatically raises his arms in a blocking motion and yells, “Oh my God! Please don’t hurt me!”. You hit him playfully on his chest. “You deserve to be hit”, you smirk folding your hands across your breasts. Phil lowers his arms. His face becomes very serious as he looks into your eyes. Softly caressing your face, he speaks sincerely. “I’m sorry Baby Girl. I never want to do anything to hurt you. I know this sounds selfish Nikki but you are mine. I knew that the moment we locked eyes. I stepped outta that tour bus in DC and saw you walking toward me in your hooligan tee, black skirt and chucks and I immediately thought ‘DAMN! I have to meet her’ ”. Your jaw drops open a bit. You had NO idea he remembered that brief encounter. He continues, moving his hands to your waist and pulling you close. “When I saw you in the front row, I knew we were suppose to meet. I had to tell Bruno to pick you. After you came up on stage and smiled at me, I was yours. I swear I fell in love with you on stage that night. I saw your rings but I didn’t care.” He looks up at the ceiling briefly, “Lord forgive me but I had to have you”. Staring back into your eyes he whispers, “You and I are meant for each other”. Your heart is melting and tears kiss the corners of your eyes. You have no idea how to respond. All you can hear is Jam saying, ‘Nikki, Phil loves you. I mean REALLY loves you’. A tear breaks free and falls to your cheek as you caress his face and kiss him softly. You are searching for words but not one can be found. Philip smiles lovingly and kisses your forehead. You feel his love grow between you and you embrace it happily. Rocking back and forth on his desire reminds you of the first time you knew the feelings between you were more than just a fling.
“Come here baby” he commands. You straddle him WILLINGLY. He holds you close kissing you softly and rocking inside your love. You wrap your arms around his neck and grind back and forth slowly. You look into his eyes and realize this is no longer lust… (That Feeling - July 2013)
Embracing your back, he holds you tight and grinds deep. You hear him groan as you ride in rhythm with his stride. You kiss him passionately as he gives in and releases his desire into your waiting affection. His forehead is on your chin as he tries to collect himself. You leave several small kisses all over his head and he laughs. Looking up at you he smiles, “I love you Baby Girl”.
It’s been a week and Bruno has not returned any of your calls or texts. You haven’t seen him either. He and Philip have been working together on a project but Bruno makes sure he’s gone before you come over to visit Phil. You and Philip have rekindled the relationship you left behind. For the past week, Philip has been in your bed every night or you have been in his. It’s been wonderful! You don’t miss Bruno as much as you thought you would but you would still like to see him. You are snuggled up next to Philip watching TV, your thoughts drift to Bruno. You wonder how he is and pray he’s doing ok. Phil wraps his arms around you and gives you a good squeeze as he kisses the top of your head. “This feels so good right now”, he murmurs into your hair smiling. You agree passively still thinking about Bruno, “Uh huh”. I mean it’s not like you aren’t extremely happy with Phil right now because you are. In fact, you can’t even say you miss Bruno as a lover. You are just worried because of the way things ended. Philip sighs and sit up straight, “Nikki, he’s fine. Ok?”. You hear Philip but it takes a few minutes for your brain to process the words. “Huh? Uh…ok. Wait…what?!”, you respond sounding dumb as hell. Philip chuckles. “Look Baby Girl, I know it’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen him but he’s ok”. You roll your eyes. “He could tell me himself”, you murmur looking away. Phil shifts his body so that he’s facing you . “I know things ended pretty shitty between you and B but he seems to be ok. He probably just needs a little time before he can see you again”. You roll your eyes again. “Well, you and he sure didn’t take long to make up”, you remark sarcastically. Philip looks uncomfortable as he responds, “Well…it’s still shaky between us. We talked and argued and talked some more. I mean, ultimately we decided that we’ve been friends for too long to allow a woman to come between us”. ‘OUCH!’, you think as you wince. ‘That hurt’. Philip tries to clean up his last statement, “I mean…I didn’t…mean it like that…It’s just…”. You cut him off, “It’s fine Philip. I know what you meant”. He looks down as he rubs the back of his neck. He sighs deeply. You know he and Bruno’s relationship has been difficult lately. It’s currently being held together by scotch tape, bubble gum and loose string. They are trying though and you commend both of them for that. You hate to see Philip so downtrodden because of the broken relationship between him and his little brother. “Philip”, you call to him. He responds but doesn’t raise his head, “Yeah”. You kneel between his legs on the couch and lift his chin so that his eyes meet yours. “Philip, I’m sorry”. You can feel the tears forming in your eyes. Phil cocks his head to the side and looks confused, “For what?” You caress his face and remember just how much you love him. You sacrificed your entire life to be with him and all you’ve done since then is fuck things up. Tears begin to fall as you begin, “Philip, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone and all I've done is hurt you”. Your tears are heavier now and it’s hard to speak. Philip tries to wipe the tears from your eyes but there are too many falling. “Even when…I knew…it would hurt you…I kept doing it…”. You are sobbing out of control but you are determined to get this apology out. “I can’t lie Ph…Philip, I do…love Bruno…but…”, Philip interrupts you caressing your face. “Baby Girl, you don’t have to do this”. You nod and continue sniffling, “Yes, I do!”. Philip you make me so happy. More than I could ever imagine. I…I…left my…my…fa…fam…family for you. I need you. I can’t live my life without you. You are my air”. Speaking of air, you aren’t getting much of it and begin to feel light-headed. You are desperately trying to calm yourself and Philip is trying to help. Holding you close, he presses his forehead to yours. He places one hand on your back and one on your chest. “Breathe with me Baby Girl”, he says taking slow, deep breaths. The pressure on your chest is helping to slow your breathing and after a few minutes, you feel better. Taking a deep breath you speak quietly, “I will always be yours and only yours Philip, I promise”. Philip smirks as he releases you and backs up. You are confused for a moment. Sliding close to him you touch his face lovingly and ask, “Did I say something wrong?”. Philip stands. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep Nikki”, he states as he begins slowly pacing the floor. This is not the reaction you were expecting AT ALL. You sit silently for a moment unsure of how to respond. You slowly stand. “Ok..well…I guess I’ll be going”. You slowly walk over and pick up your handbag. You continue a slow stroll toward the door in order to give Philip the opportunity to say something but he doesn’t. You place your hand on the doorknob and wait hoping Philip stops you. Silence. You can’t leave like this. You have to let him know you’re serious this time. You turn toward him and drop your handbag to the floor. “Philip tell me what I have to do to make you believe me”. You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist. Holding you he gives you a half smile. “Philip just tell me, I’ll do anything you ask”. Kissing the top of your head he whispers, “Baby Girl, I know you love me I guess I just need some time for me to trust you again. There isn’t anything you can do about that”. That shit hits you hard and it hurts but you know he’s right. Looking down you agree in a whisper, “Ok”. You release him and begin walking back to the door. Philip grabs your hand and pulls you close. Holding you he kisses he top of your head and murmurs, “Where do you think you’re going?”. You laugh a little, “Home. I do have to work in the morning”. He groans and holds you tighter. “Stay with me”, he whispers as his manhood stands in agreement. Before you can speak, Philip kisses you and begins pulling your shorts to the floor. He lifts you on to his waist and kisses you passionately as he begins to unzip his pants. He lays your back against the wall and slides into his love. His hardness is circling inside of you causing your walls to spasm. Philip can feel your walls quiver and smiles, “Oh, you like that huh?”. You smile and nod. Grabbing his head you post up on his manhood and ride him like a wild stallion. You tighten your walls around his hardness and his legs tremble. “Oh, you like that huh?”, you mimic with a smirk. You both laugh. Philip smiles devilishly and begins to pound the hell outta your love. You can feel his thrusts in your lower back and its the most pleasureful pain you’ve experienced in a while. “Hit it papí”, you murmur in his left ear as you lock your legs around his waist and bounce up and down with each tortuous blow. You can feel the pressure building in your love at the same time you feel Philip jerk inside you. You try to hold it back but you can’t. Philip groans as his love bathes your walls. At the same time, you spill your satisfaction onto his hardness. Philip slowly stands you in front of him and hugs you tight. “Stay with me Baby Girl…please”, he whispers. “Baby I can’t. I have to work tomorrow morning”. He holds you tighter and murmurs, “Call out”. You snicker, “Easy for you to say. Philip I have to work. I have bills”. He lifts your chin and gazes into your eyes, “You don’t have to have bills you know”. You roll your eyes and begin to gather your clothes. “Ok, so I’ll live on the street then. Would that make you happy Baby?”, you ask sarcastically. Philip smirks. You kiss him quickly and walk toward the door. “See you later Baby”. Philip pulls your arm, “Ok”, he starts sounding very self assured. “You want me to believe you? Sell your condo and move back in with me”. Your jaw drops open. ‘This man has GOT to be crazy’, you think to yourself. You pull your hand away and continue walking to the door. “Philip, that’s not fair”, you scold. He smiles confidently, “You said you’d do anything”. He stands staring at you with his arms folded. “I’m leaving. I’ll call you tomorrow when you are making more sense”. He continues to smile, “Fine. But that’s what I want”. “And people in hell want ice water but they ain’t gonna get it! Bye Philip. I love you. See you later”. You turn the doorknob, open the door and walk right into Bruno. He freezes when he sees you and you do the same. “Oh, hey…Nikki…”
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