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couch.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “How was your dinner?” It was typical Michael to ignore my question and ask me one instead.
    “It was fine.”
    “It takes you two-and-a-half-hours to eat,” he said looking at his watch.
    “We were talking.”
    “We, were there other people with you?”
    “No, just Diamond but we had a lot to catch up on.” My first instinct was to lie even though technically I hadn’t done anything wrong but I knew Michael wouldn’t see it like that.
    “Did you have a good time?”
    “It was just dinner but I always enjoy Diamond’s company.”
    “I see you wore my favorite dress,” he stated before standing up and walking towards me. I had forgotten that after we argued and he hung up on me I purposely put on the ruby red cocktail dress to spite him in my own twisted way.
    “You must’ve known you would see me tonight because you know what this dress does to me,” he said, as he used one hand to unzip my dress and the other to slide his hand up my thigh. He then slid my thong to the side before inserting his finger inside of me. “Damn, your pussy is so wet,” he whispered in my ear before cupping my breast and licking my hardened nipple as I begged him to fuck me.
    I lifted my leg up and wrapped it around his waist as he finger fucked me and sprinkled my neck with kisses. “Oh, that feels so good,” I moaned.
    “Do you want this dick?”
    “Yes, I do…” I said, breathlessly.
    “You sure?” he asked pulling my hair and turning my face towards his. His eyes always seemed to hypnotize me and I jerked my mouth towards his yearning for our lips to connect but he stopped me.
    “Don’t you want me?” my voice was full of uncertainty.
    “Of course I do but I want you to do something for me first.” I was confused but then he slid out his finger and put it to my mouth. “I want you to know what I taste when my tongue is inside of you.” He caressed his finger across my bottom lip until gradually prying them open. He massaged his finger in and out of my mouth as if I was giving him a blowjob. Before I knew it Michael had me sprawled across the couch and his dick was deep inside of me. It felt so good I accidently bit down on his finger but that seemed to turn him on even more as each thrust became more intense.
    As usual all the anger and resentment I was feeling towards Michael disappeared—at least for the moment. All I wanted to do was get caught up in the rapture of my man being inside of me, loving me and holding me. My mind and body had become an addict for what Michael gave me and I willingly took each dose.

Diamond
     
    I was tossing and turning thinking about my night with Cameron. When he dropped me off it took all my strength not to invite him in. The only reason I didn’t was because I knew we would fuck. I had it bad for the boy but I knew it wasn’t time to give up the goods just yet. I mean it was our first date and I honestly wanted him to be a keeper, so I couldn’t give into temptation—at least not yet.
    My body slithered across the silk sheets as I let my mind begin imagining what could’ve happened between me and Cameron tonight, if I hadn’t pressed the brake. Right as the dream was getting good it got disrupted by a nightmare or was it my reality?
    “Bitch, where yo’ motherfuckin’ stash at!” If it wasn’t for the cold steel pressed against my temple I would’ve sworn this shit had somehow accidentally got mixed up in my dream. But all doubt went out the door when the masked assailant jammed the gun against my forehead so hard it hit the back of the bedpost.
    “Who are you and what the fuck do you want from me?” I mumbled quickly awakening from my sleep and praying this motherfucker wasn’t here to rape me.
    “Bitch, you know what I want!
    “Please don’t rape me. I’m begging you,” I pleaded holding the covers tightly over my body.
    “I don’t want yo’ pussy.”
    “Then what?” my voice was trembling while my eyes