" Let's keep this on the down-low. Nobody has to know. " He cooed in my ear, pushing up on me like a dog in heat.
" I'm quick to cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable. " I smirked, pushing his face back with my palm.
He continued to pursue...
But it was just my imagination once again runnin' way with me. Tell you it was just my imagination runnin' away with me - The Temptations
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Tristian Verací
Two weeks later
" Tris, you want to be my partner? " Emon asks, tapping my shoulder...
" I thought I already was! " I reply, shocked.
" Stop playing so much dude. We gotta partner up if we want to pass these exams. "
" Okay. " I throw my hands up. " We can work together. As long as you focus on work because you tend to get sidetracked. "
" How? " He asks, sitting next to me. The class was dispersed amongst themselves to work in pairs. I actually already had a partner, but he switched up last minute after talking to Emon. Old jealous, possessive, sexy ass.
" You know exactly what you do. When I'm on my stomach you can't help yourself but to smack on my ass. "
" Nigga I always resist. " He argues followed by a sly chuckle.
" Really? " I laugh. " You said I'm hungry then proceeded to pull down my shorts. "
" I was starving that day for real! " He sat back rubbing his stomach.
" That's why... No. " I shake my head. " You need to slow it down. "
" Man I'm catching up on sex that I missed out on. "
"Hoeysha wasn't giving it to you on the regular? " I threw shade continuing to write my notes.
He face fell straight. " Why you gotta bring her up? "
" She was your wife. " I shrug.
" Was. " He replies, turning to write.
I think I struck a nerve. " So what ended up happening with her? Is she out of the hospital? "
" Are you being funny? " He asks, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"No. I genuinely want to know! " I reply, honestly. The bell rings as the professor informs us of when he expects our projects. We gather up our stuff and file out of the classroom. I walk out of the door seeing Emon waiting on me. I smile a little to myself.
" Why you smiling? " He asks as we begin walking.
" Waiting on me to come out of class and shit. One of my old boyfriends used to do that when I was in high school. "
