ROMANCE: Impossible Dare (A Forbidden Obsessed Short Story) (Contemporary BBW New Adult & College Menage Romance) Read Online Free Page A
always you.
I can’t rewrite history and change the ugly parts. Sometimes we let the missing pieces be free. I don’t really know how else to explain this to you in a way that you will understand. I’m fresh out of ideas here.
I’m not like you dear. I don’t have anyone else to turn to. I’m not seeking anyone’s approval for myself or for you.
I understand that their opinion matters to you, but it doesn’t determine our fate, nor should it either. It’s me and you, remember?
Chapter VI – He’s The Baby Daddy
They finished out the time there by going with them to church and bible study and anything that kept the attention away from reality was a welcome distraction.
The ride home was quiet, awkwardly so. They were sitting side by side, but not one word was spoken out loud. The weekend seemed like an utter failure, despite the good intensions for better.
Back at the apartment she started cleaning because that was what she did when she was angry. She started with the kitchen, that was always the most difficult to get really clean. She washed the dishes and set them out to dry on the counter. She mopped the ceramic tile floors and made them shine and she stayed off of them until they were dry.
She vacuumed her carpet floors before moving on to the bedrooms and bathrooms. For whatever reason, cleaning seemed to clear her mind from whatever it was that was bothering her. Meanwhile, Cameron had flopped down on the love seat with his hairy hand down the front of his athletic shorts.
The football game had stolen his attention and she was none too happy about it. But when she was making the bed, she noticed that his side was completely pulled out from the bottom and she got pissed off.
She yanked that top sheet off of the bed and stomped into the living room. She stood their towering over him shaking her head with tightly pursed lips. It was obvious that she was not happy.
She threw it in his face and started yelling at him,
You ungrateful, self - involved, self - serving, crappy ass man! I don’t know what I ever saw in your lazy fucking ass! You treat me like shit and then what? I am just supposed to take it and live with it?
Yeah, well that shit ain’t going to fly with a black woman like me! You need to get your lazy ass up off of this god damn couch and get busy … Do something …. Fucking anything at this point.
You don’t do shit around here! You just say that you will get to it, you will get to it … But, guess what, that day never comes.
I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I don’t get you, at all. This is bullshit, man. Fucking bullshit!
Her face was turning bright red, the madder that she got. She was stomping and ranting and raving with every bit of energy that she had inside of her.
Things had changed so suddenly once they had gotten back home. The more that it didn’t seem to faze Cameron, the more that it infuriated her to no end.
He tapped his forefinger on his bottom lip as he tried to bite down somewhat. He wasn’t sure what to make of her abrupt outburst. He knew her to be an even keel girl that became annoyed by his occasional immaturity.
But even then she never had made a big deal about it anyway. She never seemed to let much of anything bother her. She made no bones about it as she threw all of the dirty laundry into the laundry basket so carelessly.
As she walked passed with it all in tow she raised her hand as if to say, don’t even try it. She left home and went down a few blocks to a little mom and pop shop called, Rub a Dub. It was a local favorite. You could wash and dry clothes while you went next door and ate, drank, played pool and were thoroughly entertained.
It made doing laundry seem fun, even though it wasn’t. She put her quarters in the old juke box and let the music play on. There was something about how those vintage plastic records playing all crackly that made her feel the soulfulness.
She played a little Ray Lamontagne. Even though she had
I can’t rewrite history and change the ugly parts. Sometimes we let the missing pieces be free. I don’t really know how else to explain this to you in a way that you will understand. I’m fresh out of ideas here.
I’m not like you dear. I don’t have anyone else to turn to. I’m not seeking anyone’s approval for myself or for you.
I understand that their opinion matters to you, but it doesn’t determine our fate, nor should it either. It’s me and you, remember?
Chapter VI – He’s The Baby Daddy
They finished out the time there by going with them to church and bible study and anything that kept the attention away from reality was a welcome distraction.
The ride home was quiet, awkwardly so. They were sitting side by side, but not one word was spoken out loud. The weekend seemed like an utter failure, despite the good intensions for better.
Back at the apartment she started cleaning because that was what she did when she was angry. She started with the kitchen, that was always the most difficult to get really clean. She washed the dishes and set them out to dry on the counter. She mopped the ceramic tile floors and made them shine and she stayed off of them until they were dry.
She vacuumed her carpet floors before moving on to the bedrooms and bathrooms. For whatever reason, cleaning seemed to clear her mind from whatever it was that was bothering her. Meanwhile, Cameron had flopped down on the love seat with his hairy hand down the front of his athletic shorts.
The football game had stolen his attention and she was none too happy about it. But when she was making the bed, she noticed that his side was completely pulled out from the bottom and she got pissed off.
She yanked that top sheet off of the bed and stomped into the living room. She stood their towering over him shaking her head with tightly pursed lips. It was obvious that she was not happy.
She threw it in his face and started yelling at him,
You ungrateful, self - involved, self - serving, crappy ass man! I don’t know what I ever saw in your lazy fucking ass! You treat me like shit and then what? I am just supposed to take it and live with it?
Yeah, well that shit ain’t going to fly with a black woman like me! You need to get your lazy ass up off of this god damn couch and get busy … Do something …. Fucking anything at this point.
You don’t do shit around here! You just say that you will get to it, you will get to it … But, guess what, that day never comes.
I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I don’t get you, at all. This is bullshit, man. Fucking bullshit!
Her face was turning bright red, the madder that she got. She was stomping and ranting and raving with every bit of energy that she had inside of her.
Things had changed so suddenly once they had gotten back home. The more that it didn’t seem to faze Cameron, the more that it infuriated her to no end.
He tapped his forefinger on his bottom lip as he tried to bite down somewhat. He wasn’t sure what to make of her abrupt outburst. He knew her to be an even keel girl that became annoyed by his occasional immaturity.
But even then she never had made a big deal about it anyway. She never seemed to let much of anything bother her. She made no bones about it as she threw all of the dirty laundry into the laundry basket so carelessly.
As she walked passed with it all in tow she raised her hand as if to say, don’t even try it. She left home and went down a few blocks to a little mom and pop shop called, Rub a Dub. It was a local favorite. You could wash and dry clothes while you went next door and ate, drank, played pool and were thoroughly entertained.
It made doing laundry seem fun, even though it wasn’t. She put her quarters in the old juke box and let the music play on. There was something about how those vintage plastic records playing all crackly that made her feel the soulfulness.
She played a little Ray Lamontagne. Even though she had
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