Sick of Playing Hard

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Terrence

After the award ceremony. The ride home with Mira was fucking stressful. She was down my throat the entire time about what happened back at the table. She felt like I didnt take up for her , was that the only thing she was worried about? My boys Larenz and Morris said I pretty much dug my own grave but I couldnt help hearing Taraji and her stupid girlfriend talk about that new nigga like that.

Mira wanted to fuss and throw a temper tantrum so I decided to leave. She was really trying me but I couldnt just leave her for the sake of my son. I checked on him before I left my mansion. He was sleping peacefully in his blue onesie. Quirin looked so much like his mother but I never questioned him because I promised myself I wouldnt make the same mistakes my father made with me.

My father denied me when I was a baby and put my mother through hell. He denied me through her whole pregnancy and once she had me and it was proven that I was in fact his son , he still left us hanging. I didnt want to be that same father so I never questioned Quirin. I kissed his chubby cheeks before I left my home.

Now here I am taking a long drive. I had to clear my head , I hated how Taraji was all up on some other guy. I guess I deserved it , I didnt know what I was thinking when I brought Mira with me knowing I knew Taraji was going to be there and then when I saw her , I knew I had to share the same table with her because I just wanted to admire her beauty.

"Damn Rahji look so damn good , that phat ass."I said replaying what she wore tonight in my head. I didnt know where I was driving to until I ended up in her drive way once again. I knew she was going to call the cops on me , but I needed to see her.

I needed her.

I walked up the stone pavement and rang her doorbell. I know I was the last person she wanted to see right now. But I needed her. I was a little tipsy and high but I knew what I wanted. My mind , body and soul wanted Taraji. It screamed Taraji. Yes Im married but I was in love with someone else.

I waited for her to open the door and when she did. She had on her silk robe that stopped above her mid thigh. I knew he ass was hanging out underneathe cause it always did. She scoffed as I looked her up and down.

"What are you doing here."She glared at me keeping the door damn near shut.

"I was in the neighborhood."I said placing my hands in my pocket.

"Well you can leave the neighborhood."She said about to shut the door.

"Taraji can we talk please."I slurred dropping my head. She folded her arms rolling her eyes.

"How many drinks have you had Terrence?"She asked looking me over opening the door a little wider.

"A couple , please baby can we talk please."I asked touching her waist. I sucked in air remembering when I would grab her hips to guide her up and down my member. Those memories replayed in my mind at that very moment and I felt the fire shoot straight to my manhood. I looked up at her slowly.

She felt it too.

She placed her hands on top of my hands and gently moved them away from the area. She backed away and turned away from me. She left the door open inviting me in. I licked my lips when I seen that ass spilling out the bottom of her robe. I was going to try my best to simply talk and gain at least my friend back by the end of the night.

She entered the kitchen and pulled herself some wine. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Do your wife know your here."She asked peering over her glass. I bit my bottom lip. Taraji was a hard ass , she always was stubborn. I bit my bottom lip because I knew what could tame her ass. My Lyness never let up on me and she came down hard everytime and I loved it. It gave me a challenge.

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