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6 :) Aminah

When I messaged Alex last night that I was in, he said we should meet today at my place after class, and that's what we're doing, me on my bed, and he on Jenny's bed.

"Tell me, what convinced you. Is it the tempting offer of being together over the weekend or the money? I bet it's the former right?" He smirked. You see what I mean when I saw he's cocky.

"The latter." I replied dryly, wanting to get this over and done with. I still don't trust myself not to react negatively around him.

"Keep on telling yourself that. We both know the real reason." he winked.

"Let's just get this over with." I voiced out.

"Ok, here," he pushed a paper to me "sign this."

"What's this?" I asked, picking it up to read it. "I thought you were learned and could read." he said smugly as I shook my head at him.

"There's no need for this," I pushed the paper back to him. "It's just for the weekend, I see no need for a written agreement. I'm a lady of my words." I said the last part with pride, imitating his earlier expression.

He looked at me dubiously so I added "You said you trust me right?" I ask him using his own words and he nods "So I won't bail on you, moreover it's a business deal." he thought about it then said "Ok." before I continued. "I have some things we need to be clear on though." I started.

"I'm all ears." he said.

"No pet names. I find it weird when people call their partners names when it doesn't have sentimental value, and since ours wouldn't have, it's of no use." It's not that I hate pet names, but I think it's only makes actual sense when it has a meaning to it.

"So I'm not allowed to call you any at all? Wouldn't it be weird?" He asked.

"No, it wouldn't. You call me Minah already, that should do. We can just tell them all to call me Aminah so it would be only you calling me Minah." I said.

He shrugged and said "Ok Melanin." which made me glare at him, not understanding his obsession with calling me that. Not too long after our hostility began, he started calling me that sometimes just to rile me up. He claims the name suits my skin colour, but I know he's merely being an ass. "You have to make an exception, at least just one. Besides I call you that already, and it does have sentimental value." he said with a wink, mocking my word.

"And I remember telling you not to call me that." I gritted. "You know what, suit yourself. I doubt you'd listen to me anyway." I huffed out before continuing. "No hands, which means no boobs or ass grabbing." I continued.

"No fucking way. I'm an ass guy. There's no way my hands won't find their way to your ass whenever we are together." he countered. Thank goodness we are making rules now, I can't imagine suddenly feeling his hands on my ass, I don't even wanna think about it.

"Looks like you have to keep them in your pockets then." I looked at him cautiously, making sure he gets it into his head.

"How about I just keep them on your waist instead, It's gonna be hard but I will try, because it's a habit."

"A bad habit you need to stop."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Lots of ladies like it though." he smirked and I understood what he's implying.

"Alex, your hands are not welcome on my ass, I'm not joking." I said sternly.

"Fine, fine, you don't have to get all worked up." he said. "When do we leave?" I continued.

"Tomorrow."

"Not possible. I have work tomorrow." I tell him. I thought it would only be on a Saturday and Sunday, Friday wasn't included in our discussion.