Unconditional

Chapter 2

I just live in the moment now because planning life is just too stressful. I mean I don't think it's wrong for me to love him but sometimes it makes it difficult for me to maintain our friendship. Especially when he's with another woman.

Anyway, that shit is depressing. Enough with those thought, back to my breakfast.

"That was good as hell! Thank you," I praised  as I sipped my cranberry apple juice.

"You're welcome and remember that!" he laughed, "all them times you used to say I couldn't cook."

"I could still say that I cook better than you," I smiled cockily.

"When you going to cook for me so I can prove you wrong?" he asked clearly not shaken.

"How about dinner tonight, so you can prove me RIGHT?" I asked putting an emphasis on 'right'.

"Bring it on babe," he challenge.

Then Chris picked up a napkin and wiped any visible crumbs from my mouth. Dionne had walked in while he was doing so.

"Awww," Dionne cooed as she stood in the doorway with her head cocked to the side.

"Good Morning Dionne!" I greeted rolling my eyes at her.

"Good Morning Kim. Chris." she said acknowledging Chris with a respectful head nod while still giving him this look.

"Good Morning Dionne," Chris smirk at the silent accusation she was making, "If  you're hungry, breakfast is on the stove.".

"Thanks," she smiled and walked away.

I got up from bed to get my Android from off of my t.v. stand. I opened up a text from my best friend, or more like my sister, Malayka.

→Lay: Wassup sis?

←Me: Nothing just chilling at home. I'm about to hit up the gym this morning.

→Lay: I feel you sis. I'm in there with you!

←Me: Cool. What you been up to tho?

→Lay: Nothing. You know, just out looking for my baller lol.

←Me: You're still silly ass Lay I met back in the sixth grade lmao

→Lay: Now you know I'm not a gold digger 'cause I got my own but my man gotta have his own and lace me with nice things out of appreciation too.

←Me: I feel you lol. See you at 11:30. I'm about to start getting ready

→Lay: me too. Later!

I hadn't even noticed Chris was watching me the whole time.

"What's wrong?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.

 "Nothing. I was just getting ready to ask you what were you getting into," he explained.

"Oh. I'm just about to hit the gym," I responded heading to the bathroom.

I took a twenty minute shower then I wrapped up in my towel but not before I look at my body.

No, I am not conceited and I am not perfect. But I did come a long way from what I use to be. I use to be a size 16... I know. I use to always tell myself that I was beautiful and it was and still is true. I just really hated my gut and my arms. I've always had beautifully defined legs, thick thighs, a nice round rump, and a decent bust size. No one really noticed my bust because of my stomach but that's gone now.

I'm now a size eight. I have a flat stomach and nice toned arms. I have the same legs, thighs, butt, hips, and bust. I could be "model type" smaller but I'm happy and can't complain. It's not really all that special to me but something about me keeps the the dudes feeling thirsty. Like I said, I'm nice and thick.

I walked into my room and Chris was still on my bed. He was watching t.v. but he turned to me when he noticed my presence.

"38-28-42," he recited my measurements while looking me from head-to-toe.

"Get out," I rolled my eyes at him while pulling out a bra and boy short set which was red with black lacing.

"Can I see you in that first?" he asked biting down on his bottom lip.

"No." I stated sternly.

"Why not?" he pouted in mock hurt.

"Because you don't deserve to. Now go." I urged him.

Fortunately he rose from the bed and headed towards the door. But before he left out he let his hand snake slowly around my waist while he whispered into my ear, "Just me know when you're ready for me," with those words his lips grazed my earlobe then he left out.

"Fucking Loser," I cursed him under my breath.

Sometimes I hated how much I loved him. Had that been any other man I would have punched the shit out of him. But being that it was Chris, he could probably get away with murder with me.

I shut the door after Chris made his exit and got lotioned and dressed. I wore a long sleeved white Aero shirt and  some light blue faded Aero skinnies with the matching jean jacket. Then I put on some socks and my white high top Converses. I took off my scarf and re-brushed my hair into a high ponytail.

I went back into the bathroom. I guess Dionne was showering but i needed to brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth Dionne walked pass the bathroom door. Then the next thing I know Chris stepped out of the shower butt ass naked. I wasn't facing him but I saw him clearly through the mirror. He grinned as he shut the door behind him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked towards me at the same time but all I could do is watch through the mirror.

He snaked his arm around both sides of my body. Each hand cupped m breast through my shirt, while his thumbs ran over the spot where I was most sensitive. Then he pressed his lips to my ear.

"You know I can see that sexy red bra through your top?" he whispered.

I didn't respond though. My eyes shut instantly when he pressed his lips to my neck. That spot right over my collar bone. I wanted to fight him off so badly but I couldn't. I was already biting back a moan as of this moment.

He pressed himself up against me, pinning me to the sink.

"Say stop, if you want me to stop," he breathed as he kissed that spot again.

"S-s-stop," I moaned breathlessly.

"Are you sure?" he asked pressing himself harder.

"Yeah!" I breathed. By now my chest was heaving up and down. It wasn't in an angered way but in a "I-don't-know-how-much-more-I-can-take-before-pop!" way.

Thankfully he back off then.

I rinsed my mouth and gargled some Listerine then I left Chris in there to for whatever. I knew he wasn't shocked that I told him to stop because he expected me to stick to my guns. But somehow he go a kick out of my resistance. Maybe he takes it as a personal challenge.