dam·age
/ˈdamij/
noun
injury or harm that reduces value or usefulness:
verb
past tense: damaged; past participle: damaged
inflict physical harm on (something) so as to impair its value, usefulness, or normal function.
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|Single|
January 6th 2016
"Dom—!" My legs trembled.
He turned the water off and carried me out to the bed.
"What time is your meeting?" I panted, as he kissed down my neck.
"2:30 what time is it?" I reached for my phone and it read 1:13.
"We don't have time, get ready." I pushed him back.
Thank God, saved by the bell.
I needed a break, Dom ass woke up on demon time after keeping me up until 6 AM. I needed a nap.
I scrolled on my phone as he got dressed. Bryson was still at it, I had to give it to him he was persistent.
I was thinking about seeing him before he left, just to clear the air. Last night left a bad taste in my mouth. It's one thing to be on bullshit when I'm at home. However at my place of business was uncalled for.
This is exactly why I didn't need to be in a relationship.
"Seven." Dom said interrupting my thoughts.
"You straight?"
I nodded.
"Yeah—"
All of a sudden I heard a bang at the door. Dom pulled out his gun.
"You expecting somebody?" He was fully dressed.
"Seven." I heard my name being called.
"Fuck." I cussed low, I got up and slipped my robe on.
I heard Diamond and Tejah trying to calm him down.
"It's Brix." I shook my head.
If he would of came 30 minutes later, I could of avoided this fucked up predicament.
"Seven open up!" He continued to knock.
Might as well rip the bandaid off.
I cracked the door. "What is wrong Bryson?"
He furrowed his brows.
"Open the door Seven."
I scrunched up my face. "For what? If you wanna talk we can do that, but last time I checked it's two names on the lease and it ain't Bryson."
