She was torn as she looked at the diamond ring on her left hand that Jamal had given her the day after her son was born. He'd told her that he loved her to death. When first met, Asia was already pregnant. After a few months he told her he didn't care that the baby wasn't his.He was falling in love with her. He vowed to be there for her no matter what. As she laid in recovery 6 months later, he got down on one knee and slipped the ring on her finger. They weren't even dating, but the best relationships come from solid friendships right? Zakeem would be one in three months, and she still hadn't given Jamal the goods. He loved her to death and she knew it, yet here she was, allowing Malcolm to pull her off the bed where their son lay sleeping and into the living-room where they had fucked countless times before.
"No, I have to go." Asia said pulling away, but Malcolm pulled her back and locked her in his embrace. She tried to push herself away, but it was useless. He brought her face to his and kissed her full on the lips. For an instant she melted. He was using one hand to hold her against him and the other was busy trying to get into her pants. She stopped resisting and let the inevitable happen. Malcolm felt her body relax and smiled. He told her to lift up her arms and she complied. He lifted her shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, letting her breast fall out of each cup simultaneously. He kissed each one before laying her down and pulling her pants off in one swift motion; something he had mastered long ago. He took off his boxers and as he was unwrapping the condom Asia finally came to her senses. She sat up and reached for her shirt. Malcolm pushed her back down.
"Stop playing." Asia said as she attempted to get up.
"I'm not playin." He replied pushing her down again. This time he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pulled her hips towards the edge of the couch. He entered her entirely in one swift thrust, taking her breath away. A million thoughts ran through her mind as he rammed himself into her over and over again, harder each time.She loved it.She loved him.She hated it.She felt guilty.
By the time he emptied his load Asia was in tears. Malcolm stood up and went to the bathroom to wash himself off. When he returned, Asia was still in the same position he left her in. Legs crumpled beneath her on the floor, head resting on the edge of the couch where her juices had soaked in.
"Yo, get up." Malcolm said as he kicked her panties towards her. Weakly, she began to get dressed. She looked at him: Brand new Jordan's on his feet, True jeans, a crisp Polo shirt to match. His hair was neatly braided... A design that she had created and braided herself. The diamonds in his ears, on his wrist, on his finger... All of it disgusted her at that moment. Finally dressed in her Pretty Girl jeans and Rainbow top, she walked right up to him and decided to tell him how she felt.
"I fucking HATE you." She said, pushing him out of her way. He pulled her back.
"What do you mean?"
"You heard what the fuck I said."
"So now all of a sudden you hate me?"
"Yes!" She yelled turning away.
"Why?" He asked reaching for her hand. She didn't resist.
"Look at you. Look at how you treat me. You always say that when I'm in Brooklyn I never spend any time with you, but when I am here, you just fuck me and send me on my way."
"I do not."
"THEN you have the nerve to tell me you love me. Fuck you!"
"Asia..."
"You make me feel like shit."
"Asia."
"You just use me to get your nuts off."
"Asia."
"WHAT?!"
"If I didn't care about you I would call you to come over in the middle of the night and fuck you in my car. I don't treat you like these other bitches. You just always wanna cry and bitch about something. I don't know what the fuck you want anymore. You tell me you love me then you hate me. You say I fuck you and kick you out but most of the time its YOU hightailing your ass out of here to go smoke with ya friends. Before you go yelling and crying about shit, check yourself."She stared at him for a good long while.
"You know what Malcolm? You're right. You know me all too well, but apparently still not well enough." With that, she gathered her things, kissed her sleeping son goodbye and left.
Asia was a woman of routine, and today was Friday. Zakeem was at his father's house *check* She had already copped a quarter *check* Got the buddy *check* and was headed to her home girls house. It was 1 in the afternoon, but she knew that there was a great possibility that Stephanie and Trisha were still sleeping. She had a lot to get done before she had to go to work later on that night. The usual neighborhood boys were chilling on the block. They parted like the read sea as Asia passed, some of them trying to grab her hand and talk to her. Even though some of them were really cute, most of them were young, in age and in the head. They were nickle and dime hustlers. She saw these same boys every time she came to see Stephanie and Trisha. No matter what time it was they were always there. She didn't have time for that, and she didn't want t be associated with any of them. She played her part though. She smiled and was always polite. Asia had the tendency to flirt with out realizing it. She was a natural. Flirting had its advantages, like getting into the building without a key.
"Thank you" she said and smiled as she walked in.
"No problem ma. What's your name?" She continued walking. She never told them her name and she didn't care to know theirs either. Malcolm had just pushed the wrong button on her nerves, and she was set to put his ass back in his place. She knew she was wrong, but in her world, everything had to be wrong to be right.
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