Alayziah II: When Loving Him is Complicated

by B. Love

  “That’s the one that died, hunh?”

  Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded yes.

  “It wasn’t even a year ago. I still think about him… cry over him. It’s not because I want him back or some shit like that like I’ve accepted his death, I just can’t believe how stupid I was for him. I never want to be in a position where I love and want a nigga so much that I’m out here looking so foolish. Nigga was straight up married and I was still messing with his lying ass.” She wiped her face and looked at me. “I’m scared, Rell. I already like you so much. I know I’m going to love you deeply. I just don’t want to and then you leave me. I can’t take another loss. I’d go crazy.”

  She was starting to cry harder so I pulled her into my lap and arms – held her until she calmed down a bit.

  “I understand that you’ve been hurt before, baby, but can you tell me one thing that I’ve done to hurt you?”

  Looking into my eyes, she played with my chin. “No.”

  “Can you tell me one thing that I’ve done to make you feel like you can’t trust me?”

  “No.”

  “Have I lied to you?”

  “No.”

  “Do I have a wife or girlfriend stashed somewhere?”

  “No, Terrell,” she whined, laying her head back against my chest.

  “Then, why in the fuck are you making me pay for what them grimy ass niggas did? I ain’t them, Ziah.”

  “I know.”

  “Obviously, you don’t, because you taking that shit out on me, and I’ve done nothing but try to help you and be here for you.”

  “I know, Rell, I apologize.” She lifted herself from my chest and looked into my eyes. “You not gone accept my apology?”

  “Ion know yet.”

  Smiling, she twirled one of my dreads around her pointing finger.

  “Can I have you, Alayziah? I’ll treat you good, I promise.”

  “Okay, Terrell. You can have me.”

  I smiled. “So you my woman?”

  “Yes.”

  “And, I’m your man?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m your woman and you my man, baby.”

  “Because you wanna be or because I wore you down?”

  She laughed. “Both. Crazy ass nigga.”

  “You like it, though.”

  “I love it.”

  “Cool. Now, get off my lap so I can play you this instrumental I recorded for you. I’m taking you out tonight.”

  “Recorded? You mean…”

  “I played the piano and guitar and recorded it for you. I think you’re going to love it.”

  Her eyes watered. “You did that for me, Terrell?”

  “Yeah, baby. I told you I got you. Whatever you need and want I got you. Didn’t I tell you that?”

  Biting the inside of her cheek, she nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly before kissing my lips sweetly.

  “No problem. Now move.”

  Alayziah

  Clothes were thrown all over the bed in my hotel. I couldn’t decide what to wear on my date with Terrell for the life of me. Maybe if I knew where we were going that would have helped a little but I was stumped, and it also didn’t help that an unknown number had been blowing my phone up. I couldn’t block it because I didn’t know the number, and I couldn’t cut my phone off because I was expecting a call from Terrell. So, I had to constantly push ignore or let the shit ring and it was aggravating as fuck. My phone began to ring again and I decided to answer.

  “Hello?” I yelled.

  Silence – then they hung up. I almost threw my phone across the room but I groaned and tossed it on my bed instead.

  After staring at the clothes on my bed for thirty more minutes, I took a shower and figured something would pop out at me when I was done. After my shower, I let my body marinate in my apple body butter as I applied some eyeliner, mascara, and nude brown lipstick. I put on a black bustier and boy short set before walking back over to my bed, closing my eyes and deciding to wear the first thing my hand grabbed. It turned out to be a cute white elbow sleeve knee length Bodycon dress. The top was sheer and lace and the back was cut out. I decided to change my lipstick to a pinkish nude color to compliment the pale pink pumps and clutch I was going to wear. I sprayed myself with my apple body mist and With Love by Hillary Duff perfume and unwrapped my hair. I’d flat ironed it earlier and I was rocking it bone straight with a part down the middle.

  My phone rang again and I searched through my clothes on the bed to find it. This time, it was Layyah.

  “Yeah?” I answered.

  “Damn. I’m surprised your stubborn ass answered the phone.”

  I smiled unwillingly. “What you want, Layyah? I’m getting ready to go out.”

  “With Rell?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Be good to him, Al.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Call me tomorrow… okay?” she continued.

  “Fine, Layyah.”

  “Have fun.”

  “Thanks.”

  As I ended the call, Rell was knocking on my door. I stood there paralyzed for a moment. He knocked again. Running my hands down the sides of my dress, I slowly walked towards the door. When I opened it and he grabbed his dick through his pants, I bit my lip and took a step back, took all of him in. Our attire was color coordinated. He was dressed so simply but he looked so good. He had on a pair of wine colored loafers, white slim fitting slacks that showed off his muscular legs beautifully and a red wine and white checkerboard button down shirt that was form fitting and tucked inside his pants. His hair was in that high bun that made my nipples hard every time I saw it.

  “Damn,” he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt.

  “What?” I asked, looking at him skeptically.

  “You literally just made me hot. You look so fucking good, Ziah.”

  I blushed as he took his button down off. Underneath he had on a white v-neck tee, which was even worse for me because I was now able to see his tattoos and the outline of his abs.

  “You look quite handsome yourself,” I finally replied, closing the door behind me. There was no way I was letting him inside with all of those clothes on my bed.

  “So, where we going?” I asked as he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.

  “You’ll see.”

  Rell

  She was looking so good I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Literally, the whole ride to the restaurant I was staring at her every red light I caught. In fact, I was getting caught up on purpose – just so I could have a moment to admire her beauty.

  I rented the rooftop out at Twilight Sky Terrace so we could watch the sunset together and eat in peace. She must’ve been impressed because once we were escorted outside and no one else was out there she punched me in my arm.

  “What girl?” I asked smiling.

  “Rell, I know you did not rent this rooftop out for us,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  Pushing her hair off her shoulders and onto her back, I kissed her neck softly. She moaned quietly and wrapped her hand around my neck as I made my way up to her cheek, resting my lips on hers. After pecking them for a while, I opened her mouth with my tongue and allowed mine to dance with hers. My hands roamed her body until they found her ass and squeezed. I pulled her into me, but she pulled away and looked into my eyes with lust filling hers.

  “You tryna make me weak,” she said, pulling away from me completely.

  “How you figure that?” I asked with a smile as I took her hand and led her to a nearby bench.

  “I’ve already asked you for the dick twice and you’ve turned me down, Terrell. I’m not asking you again. So, stop playing with me.”

  “Baby, I’m not playing with you. That was because yo ass didn’t want to commit. Now that you mine, you can have it whenever you want it. Shit, you can get it right now if you want it.”

  She smiled and squeezed her legs closer together.
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br />   “And, you won’t think I’m easy?”

  “Alayziah, I done already had my tongue all up inside that pussy. Mmm,” I moaned at the thought of how good her pussy was.

  She crossed her legs as my eyes made their way in between her thighs.

  “I know we just made this thang official, but fuck it, I want you, and I ain’t letting you go no time soon. Matter fact… bring that ass here. Come sit on yo man’s lap.”

  Alayziah

  I was smiling hard as hell as I climbed on top of him. The way he looked at me, talked to me, handled me – it all had me crazy over him. His hands wrapped around my hips as he licked his lips and stared into my eyes. I tossed my arms around his neck as he moved his hands up to my waist and grinded my pussy on top of his dick.

  “Rell…” I moaned, wrapping my hands around his wrists trying to get him to stop. I was already so wet. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

  “Don’t be saying my name like that, Alayziah. That shit does something to me,” he warned as he slid his hands under my dress and ripped my panties off.

  I moaned loudly and threw my head back in ecstasy. “Shit, Terrell,” I whimpered as his hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed.

  “What I tell you about your mouth?” he asked, lifting my dress up to my waist.

  “Terrell…”

  “I wanna see you wet my dick, Alayziah. Can you do that?”

  I opened my mouth to reply but nothing would come out, so I nodded my head yes.

  “Why are you getting quiet on me? You’ve been talking a lot of shit since I met you. Don’t get quiet now. I want you to talk to me while I’m inside you.”

  “Rell…” I moaned, trying to get up.

  I was scared as hell. Getting head and making me cum was one thing. What I was feeling for him right now was on a whole other level. I was scared of the dick.

  “Unh unh,” he said, sitting me back down on his lap. “This what you been wanting, right?” he asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “Take what you want,” he continued.

  Slowly, I opened his boxers with one hand and pulled his dick out with the other. As soon as my hand touched it, he moaned deep in his throat. Pushing my hand away, he lifted me up and slid deep inside me.

  “Aaah,” I moaned as he whispered, “Shit.”

  I gripped the top of the bench behind his head as I made my way down his shaft.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  “Rell…” I whined. I needed to feel him moving inside of me.

  He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. “Fuck me,” he whispered before sticking his tongue in my ear.

  “Shhh… shit, Rell,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm build already.

  Sliding a little down the bench, he rested his head against the back and stared up into my eyes as I began to ride him nice and slow. My hands on his chest – his on my hips. My pussy was burning up as it drenched his dick. I flung my head back as my lips and legs began to shake.

  “Ride that dick, baby,” he said huskily.

  I moaned as he began to match my thrusts and play with my nipples. “Ohhhh, Rellllll…” I cried out as I came.

  He slapped my ass and massaged my clit, making me cum even longer and harder.

  “Mmmm fuck,” he moaned, grabbing my waist. Standing up, he sat me on the bench and pushed my legs back before entering me so deep he took my breath.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arched as he moaned again.

  “Got damn, Alayziah. You so wet, baby. I love the way you nutting on my dick. Cum all on my dick, baby.”

  Gripping my hair and pulling, I surrendered to another orgasm as my legs began to shake.

  “Rell… you keep hitting my spot,” I whimpered, trying to close my legs. “Why you keep hitting my spot?” I opened my legs wider.

  “Cause I’m the King,” he said, pulling out of me completely before ramming himself back in slow and deep.

  “Ohhh… fuck, Rell. You the King, baby! You the King! You the King!”

  Rell

  I handed her one of my t-shirts to put on. We’d made it back to my place and showered. Now it was time for part two of our date. Grabbing her hand, I led her into my den. I had about ten cans of spray paint lined against the wall.

  “What’s this?” she asked as I handed her a can.

  “I want to do some graffiti on the wall. I want you to help me.”

  “That’s dope as fuck, Rell.”

  “Alayziah…”

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  I shook my head and slapped her on her ass as I picked up another can of spray paint. We were halfway into the mural, conversing and enjoying each other’s company when her phone rang.

  “You not gone answer that?” I asked her.

  “Really, I don’t want to. Somebody has been playing on my phone all night.”

  “You want me to answer it?” I asked, walking towards her phone.

  “Ion care.”

  I went to her phone and the nigga Jabari’s name was flashing across the screen. “It’s Jabari.”

  “What he want? Answer it,” she said, returning her attention to the wall.

  I smiled at her. I was glad she trusted a nigga to answer her phone. It let me know she ain’t have shit to hide.

  “Hello?”

  “Um… may I speak with Alayziah?”

  “She’s kind of busy right now. Is it important?”

  “Yeah, tell her it’s about Jess.”

  I heard the nervousness in his voice so I took Al the phone.

  “Hello?” she said, handing me the spray paint.

  “Hey… I’m sorry to bother you but it’s Jess.”

  “What’s wrong with her, Bari?” Her brows wrinkled in concern.

  “I don’t know. She came home crying, locked herself in her room. She won’t talk to me. I figured if it was some girl shit she might let you know. I don’t want to call my mom and worry her yet.”

  “Um… okay. Let me get Rell to take me to my hotel to get my car and I’ll be on my way.”

  “Cool. Thanks, Alayziah.”

  She hung up her phone and looked at me. “I gotta see about her, baby.”

  “It’s cool. Just take my car and come back when you’re done. You know I don’t want you staying at that hotel anyway.”

  “Terrell, I am not moving in with you,” she replied, walking to my room.

  “Why not? You let me inside so we practically married now. Might as well move in.”

  She stopped walking and turned to face me. I didn’t mean to be smiling so hard because I knew she was tired of having this conversation, but I loved irritating her. She looked so good mad.

  “I’m sorry… did you slide an invisible ring on my finger while you were inside me?” she asked, looking at her ring finger.

  I mushed her ass in the head and walked back into the den. “Fuck you, Alayziah.”

  “You already did and you fucked me good too. I can’t wait to get back so you can fuck me again.”

  I stopped walking and turned around to face her. This time, she was the one smiling.

  “Alayziah, stop fucking playing with me. I’ma start washing your mouth out with soap.”

  She walked towards me and fell to her knees. “You know what I want in my mouth, Rell?”

  My dick got hard immediately as I slid my fingers through her hair. “What baby?” I asked as she pulled my boxers down.

  “You.”

  I almost nutted when she said that shit. “I knew yo ass was a freak,” I said with a smile as I stepped back. “But, you need to go and check on that nigga sister before I have you calling me the King again.”

  Her cheeks grew red in embarrassment and I swear I had never seen that happen before.

  “Gone before I change my mind about letting you go,” I said, lifting her to her feet.

  She was pouting but she turned around and went into my room to put her clothes back on.

  “Damn,” I
mumbled, heading for the shower in my guest room.

  Alayziah

  When I walked into Jabari’s home, I heard Jessica sobbing inside of her room. Caught me so off guard, I stopped walking and looked at Jabari. I could tell he’d shed a few tears as well. I held my hands out and motioned for him to come to me with my fingers. I held him and caressed his back for a few seconds before letting go.

  “I’ll let you know if she tells me anything,” I said lightly.

  He nodded and walked outside.

  I walked to Jessica’s room and knocked. “Pretty girl?” I said.

  She stopped sobbing immediately. “Allie cat?” She walked to the door. When she opened it, she almost ran into my arms. I smiled and wanted to cry at the same time. “Allie cat, I miss you so much,” she said into my ear. Her tears were wetting my neck and hair.

  “I miss you too, pretty girl, but you know I’m always gone be here for you. I’m only a phone call away, baby girl. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

  With her arms around my waist, she asked me, “Where’s RiRi?”

  “He stepped outside.”

  Releasing me, she walked back to her bed. “Close the door,” she instructed.

  I did and walked over to her bed. After I sat next to her, she looked at me.

  “What is it, Jessica?”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “What?!” I yelled.

  “Allie cat!”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered and looked at her door as if I could see Jabari through it. “What do you mean you’re pregnant? I thought you were a virgin. You told me you were a virgin.”

  “I was.”

  “Then, how are you pregnant, Jessica?”

  “I didn’t want to say anything because I knew Jabari would flip but, you know my sister that died, Jasmine?”

  “Yeah, what about her?”

  “You know my mom has custody of her daughter?”