Love Me Some You: A Complete Novel Read Online Free

was Monique’s “sacred” vase. Honestly, the vase wasn’t even all that. I was thinking and praying of how I could get rid of that ugly vase for months. Now that Ashley had accidentally knocked it over, my prayers had finally been answered.
    She tried to keep her cool, even though I could see the frustration and anger in her face. Then once the doorbell rang again and more people started rolling through the door, Monique had clearly had enough. She came to confront me in the living room, not caring about creating a scene.
    “Jess, why are there so many people here and why is Tremaine here?!” she shouted at me.
    The reason why so many people were here right now was because I, Jessica Carter, was one very popular lady. Being a model allowed me to get new, fabulous, free clothes and shoes. However, the best thing that modelling gave me was to constantly make new friends. And everyone knew I loved making new friends.
    It’s not my fault that everyone decided to come. Someone posted it all over twitter and now our apartment was packed full.
    “Not my fault, it’s all over twitter. I di-”
    “Save it, Jess. I’m going to my room.” She stormed off, not even giving me a chance to explain myself. She never listened to me.
    I then heard her slam her bedroom door, making sure that I knew she was upset with me. But I didn’t get why she was getting mad over a vase which could be replaced. Damn, she must have been on her period or something.
     
    ~ Ryan ~
    “Monique’s mad with you?”
    “Yeah... She’s not even listening to me, Ryan,” Jess sadly told me. I could see that Monique not talking to her was affecting her, but she didn’t need to sweat about it so much. Monique was crazy. I’m not surprised she hasn’t got a man yet. Who the hell would be able to handle such a feisty chick like her? Who would want to?
    “Take your mind off her, baby. Dance with me,” I smirked at her, grabbing her by her waist, ready to take her towards the middle of the living room so I could feel that nice, round ass of hers on my dick.
    “No... I’m not in the mood.”
    “Why? Let me make you in the mood, baby,” I tried to convince her, placing my hands on her back and gently sliding my hands down to her firm ass, squeezing it tightly.
    “No, Ryan,” she said sternly and by the facial expressions on her face, I could tell that I was getting nowhere.
    “So you don’t want your man to make you in the mood?” She was starting to annoy me now. One dance was all I wanted and she was acting childish.
    “No. Ryan, I don’t want my man to make me in the mood,” she snapped.
    Okay, I had no clue why she was acting strange right now. She knew she wanted me. I grabbed her by her arm and quickly pulled her behind me, heading straight for her bedroom. She was really playing right now if she thought that I wasn’t about to make her in the mood. I opened her door, pulled her inside and quickly shut the door behind her.
    “Ryan sto-” I cut her words off and pinned her back against the door. My hands went straight for her curvy hips that were currently hidden underneath that sexy black bodycon skirt of hers. My lips quickly latched onto hers, our lips and our tongues beginning to hungrily smack and snake around each other’s. I knew she wanted me.
    I began pulling her skirt up, so it was high above her thighs and just below her ass. I grabbed both her thighs, lifted her up and carried her over to her purple bed. Gently, I set her down, leaned my body even closer to hers and slowly climbed on top of her.
    Our mouths were still connected, our tongues dancing together passionately, unable to break from each other. I felt her start to lift my shirt off my body, and just as I was about to lift her crop top off her body, a witch suddenly knocked on her door.
    To say that this chick was a cock blocker was an understatement. She was an attention-seeking cock blocker. I don’t even know why Tremaine decided to stay with her. She’s too