July 12th 2012...
Nicki stood in their fairly modern kitchen and sipped her coffee as she scrolled through the article she was reading. She sensed his presence as he walked in it didn't bother looking up or acknowledging him.
"Morning," He said as he worked on making his own coffee seeing as she hadn't done it for him like she normally did. He got a simple response back, but that was all she offered. "What are you up to today?" He asked as a way of making conversation, knowing she didn't have any intention of doing so.
"Might go and look for a job, I'm sick of being stuck here," She said, finally tearing her attention away from her phone.
He stopped what he was doing at her statement and focussed his attention more onto her. "If you want a job, you know I can get you one at the office,"
"I dont want one at the office. We can't spend 24/7 together , Derrick." She said before tipping the rest of her coffee down the sink, no longer wanting it.
"And why not? Do you not like spending time with me?" He moved closer to her and she just watched.
"I should be asking you that. You spend enough time at work as it is," She said with a shrug. "Don't you think I need something to spend my time doing."
"What's wrong with you?" He asked with a frown. "You've recently been so off with me and I don't even understand why? Is it that artist you've been hanging out with,"
She rolled her eyes. "Leave him out of this Derrick." He began walking to get out of the kitchen but he followed and grabbed her arm. "Get off me." She spoke calmly but the anger was evident.
"No. not until you tell me what your problem is. You don't talk to me at all and then you just have these mood swings and expect me to know what's wrong,"
"Maybe because you don't ask Derrick. I have to find comfort in other people because you clearly don't care," she said looking him dead in the eye. "I'm sick of being your trophy, that you only show love and care to when you need it make you look good."
"So you're saying you find comfort in that useless thing that calls himself an artist?"
"I told you to leave him out of this. Worry about yourself Derrick,"
"Well go and see him then." He let her arm go and she just shook her head before wiping the one tear that had managed to escape out of anger.
"Maybe I will." With that she walked out of the house with her keys and slammed the door behind her.
Derrick just pinched the bridge of his nose and decided to leave her to have a chance to cool down. He wasn't in the mood to argue with her any further so had decided to just leave it there. He was sure that she'd be home by the time he finished work and that they would be able to sort it out, so he just finished making his coffee before heading out for work...
Nicki had made sure to text Drake to make sure he was awake and luckily he was. It wasn't long that she was knocking on his door as she wiped away the last of her tears that she knew were soon to return.
He answer the door in some white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a plain white tee. She just looked up at him and after one look at her he opened her arms out for an embrace. She walked into them and rested her head on his chest. He kissed her temple before closing the door and just holding her for a moment.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked running his hand through her hair and relaxing her. She nodded as he response before pulling away slightly. She took off her jacket and shoes before she headed for his living room. He followed not long after and sat next to her. He took her hand into his and kissed it. "What happened, baby girl?"
She sat quiet for a moment trying to find the words to explain her situation. "I don't know what to do anymore?" She ran her hand through her hair. "He doesn't want me to leave that house. He doesn't listen to anything I tell him, or even act like he cares. And when I do find someone to talk to it's a problem." She stopped to collect herself for a second before continuing. "When we first got together everything was fine. We were happy, but now I can't say that's how it is. It's like we're together because we have to be and not because we want to be,"
"No one said you two have to be together." He said softly. "I remember you telling me that your parents' supported you two being together because of the friendship they had, but that shouldn't force you to stay with him, especially if you're not happy."
"We were happy though. There's days that I can just forget about any problems we have and I can just... I see what I saw in him when her asked me to be his girlfriend, or when he asked me to move in with him." She stopped and looked down to play with her hands. "But nowadays I don't really feel that connection with him. It's like he only appreciates me when it concerns his image. He cares more about his work than he does anything else." She stopped and diverted her attention to Drake for a second, who was watching and listening to her intently, before looking away again. "Maybe it's not him. Maybe I'm the one that's changed, and now that I'm older and he's had everything he wants from m, he doesn't need to try anymore, he just needs to keep me there,"
At that Drake stood up and took her hand into his and got her to stand up too. He lead her through the condo and took her to his bedroom, where he stood her in front of the floor to ceiling mirror. "What do you see?" He asked her as he stood behind her.
"I see myself. A 26 year old who still hasn't accomplished anything worth giving credit to, because I've allowed a man to control my every move." She spoke in a quite voice with very little emotion.
"Shall I tell you what I see?" He asked as he moved her hair from her shoulders to her back. She nodded, knowing her was going to tell her anyway. "Well I see a woman, a very beautiful woman, who has so much potential to be whatever she wants to be. She has confidence, independence and an appearance to die for. She's smart, and yet still so humble. She shines in any room she's in now matter how dark or bright it is. But she belittles herself because of a man in her life who doesn't appreciate her importance." He stopped for a moment and brought her hand to his lips. "You're beautiful Nicki, and you need to stop letting what he says and does make you feel any less of yourself."
It went quiet for a moment as they both just looked at the reflection in front of them. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to convince herself to leave Derrick. She still felt some blame.
The silence was broken by his voice. "When was the last time he really appreciated you?" He asked and she stood thinking for a moment. "I was a while ago right?" He asked and she nodded. He turned her around and pulled her close before speaking softly into her ear. "When was the last time he touched you and made you feel like the most important woman to him?" Again she didn't have a response. He gently placed kisses on her neck as his warm hands slipped underneath the shirt she was wearing and rubbed circles on her back.
He kissed along her jawline, all the way to her lips and gently pressed his lips onto hers. She kissed him back for a brief moment before they pulled away. His hands reached between them and worked on undoing the buttons to her shirt and she let him. They both watched as it slipped off of her shoulders and onto the floor.
He then kiss down her body, to her navel, where his hand then undid the button to her jeans and gently began pulling them down. Once they were down she stepped out of them and stood in front of him in just her underwear. He stood back up and ran his thumb gently across her cheek before leaning in to kiss her again.
He lead her to the bed and once they reached the edge she gently fell back into it. They moved to the centre of the bed where he continued to place kisses on her neck and down to her chest. He skilfully undid her bra and once it was off allowed his tongue to run along her nipples. She gasped as his teeth grazed one of them.
He pulled away from her for a moment and looked her in the eyes. "If you want me to stop, just tell me and will." He said, not wanting her to feel pressured.
She bit her lip and shook her head. "Don't stop. I don't want you too,"
And he didn't stop. He had her everywhere in the apartment in every way he wanted and neither of them regretted any off it.