Mixed Signals Page #15

 

                     

"Ok. Thank you."  

 

                     

"No problem."  

 

                     

"You ready to go?"  

 

                     

"Yes"  

 

                     

She grabbed her keys and purse and lead the way out of waffle house and I tipped our waiter 12 dollars. I didn't watch her ass because I was taking note of her demeanor. She seemed relaxed but stressed at the same time. I was still loving the way she looked; hair braided, leggings, "Got Milk" shirt, and no makeup. Natural beauty. We went our separate ways and I jumped in my car and headed towards my crib. She followed closely behind. I peeped in my rearview mirror and saw her singing along to a song. I shook my head at the thought of her at my house . In one of my guest beds.. I reminded myself because I keep picturing her in my bed, shower, and on my  kitchen counter. I wanted to light a blunt but that wouldn't do anything but make me horny as f***. We passed through a couple red lights and dodged stop signs. When I finally got home I reversed my car and parked with my trunk facing the house. Mya parked in front of me and got out talking on the phone. I looked at her and she rolled her eyes clearly annoyed.   

 

                     

"Yes I'm fine. I'm safe. Yes I'm sure. I'll see you in the morning. Or evening."  

 

                     

I opened the front door, listening to her conversation. I flicked on the light and headed towards my room. Still listening to Mya.  

 

                     

"Look I really don't feel like arguing with you. I was home. You wasn't. I left... Now you wanna care. Goodbye.."  

 

                     

She hung up and I saw that as my key to come back in. I saw her sitting on the couch rubbing her temples. I sat beside her and put my arm around her, she rested her head on my chest and moments later I heard a soft whimper letting me know she was crying. That hit me hard. I would never break her heart.. But for her to be heart broken by another nigga makes me angry. I lifted her face so that she was staring into my eyes.  

 

                     

"Don't cry shawty. You're here with me. Don't worry about him. I got you. You understand me?"  

 

                     

She nodded yes. My eyes dropped down to her lips and I couldn't resist. I kissed her and she willingly joined in. We kissed for about three minutes then she broke the kiss.   

 

                     

"Do you have covers ?"  

 

                     

"Actually, instead of you sleeping on my couch you can take the guestroom."  

 

                     

"Ok , that's great."  

 

                     

I grabbed her hand and lead her upstairs to the room. I wished I was leading her up to my bed. To make her feel better; not even for sex. I just wanna hold her... As of she was mine. I shook my head because the only reason she's here is because the one who she belong to ain't acting right. Some bullshit.  

 

                     

"Well here it is"  

 

                     

I turned on the lights and waited for her to speak.   

 

                     

"You have a really nice place"  

 

                     

"Thank you. And make yourself at home. Everything is open to you. The fridge is full and the water is warm so get comfy."  

 

                     

"Ok thanks."  

 

                     

"My room is straight across if you need me"  

 

                     

"Ok"  

 

                     

"You tired?"  

 

                     

"Yes." She looked exhausted.  

 

                     

"Awww, can I have a good night hug?"  

 

                     

She held her arms out and I stepped into her embrace. We hugged and I knew this was were she needed to be. But I had to give her the time to realize that herself. 

 

Chapter Seventeen 

 

                                             

Shawna's P.o.v 

 

                     

"You can leave now." 

 

                     

I shook Shakeel trying to wake him up. We just had a few rounds of "Who p*ssy is this... It's yours". The more I have sex with him the better it gets and the harder I fall. I didn't wanna set myself up for the kill. I rather be excepting a heart break than it just happening. Sooo that means getting rid of the sexiest man ever.... I am tired and ready to go to sleep. But first I needed him out my bed. And house.. 

 

                     

"Wake up. You gotta go" 

 

                     

"Uggggghhh , why you putting me out." 

 

                     

"You can't stay here" 

 

                     

"W-what you talking about.. I always do." 

 

                     

"I don't want you here." He looked at me like I was crazy. I looked away. 

 

                     

"Shawna what's the problem?" 

 

                     

"Nothing" 

 

                     

"Don't lie to me." 

 

                     

"I'm not." 

 

                     

He sat up and looked at me. He looked sooo sleepy and sexy. 

 

                     

"Shawna what's the damn problem?" 

 

                     

"We are!! We are our own problem" 

 

                     

"What the hell does that mean." 

 

                     

"I want more. And you make it very clear that you don't. You f***, sleep, and leave. But I don't want that. Even if that means I'm saying I don't want you anymore. I can go find somebody else to f*** and sleep, but in the end he stay here. So, as you know the dick was good. But you are no good." 

 

                     

"You done?" 

 

                     

"What the hell!!!" 

 

                     

"I'm tired." 

 

                     

"Tired my ass" 

 

                     

"Shawna what if I told you I wanted more too?" 

 

                     

"You'd be lying.. trying to go back to sleep" 

 

                     

"No I wouldn't be." 

 

                     

He said nodding into a drift that didn't last long at all. I tapped his shoulders causing his eyes to spring open. 

 

                     

"Look, Shakeel, I like you... a lot. But I need more. And if I keep letting you in I will not receive more." 

 

                     

"Sooo, you done with me?" 

 

                     

He finally sat up and I watched as his body moved .. sexy. 

 

                     

"Sooo, you're not committing to me?" 

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