I sat in the hotel room I shared with my best friend watching him get ready for a press thing before his fight. As much as I hate him fighting, I could never being myself to actually do something to make him stop. This was his love, his passion, how he makes his money, and who am I to get in the way of that right?
"You are being really quite," he said walking over to me "what's wrong?"
I sighed knowing that he wouldn't let it go until I tell him.
"For one you need a hair cut." I chuckled
"Well grab the clippers and make me look good." He smiled his perfect teeth at me
I sighed and grabbed his suitcase from under his bed. I pulled out the his set of different clippers and a towel. He sat on the floor in between your legs. I wrapped the towel around his neck so he wouldn't get that much hair on him and began to cut his hair.
"So are you going to tell him what's really on your mind or am I going to have to fuck it out of you. Just know either way it goes I'm getting in those guts." He chuckled
I moved the clippers away, turned them off and looked at him like such.
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"Is that right now?" I asked in shock
"Damn right that's right, you been holding out on a nigga too long." He said standing up
"Too long?" I laughed
"Yes too long. Way, way, way too long." He said pushing onto my back slowly
"Well that is not my fault, mister let's just be friends." I smirked
"But it is though Y/n.you know not to listen to me." He said crawling on top of me so he was hovering on top of me
He lowered his head and placed his lips on my jawline leaving small kiss along it as he kiss down my neck. He kiss and sucked on my neck, biting on my skin slightly leaving love bites on my skin.
"G-Gervonta wait." I said suppressing a moan that was fighting its way out
"What's the problem?" He mumbled against my collar bone
"Something not sitting right with me about this."
He stopped, rolled off of me and sat up.
"Now you going to talk?" He asked
"I don't want you fighting anymore." I blurted out
"Excuse me?" He asked defensively
"Nothing, just forget I even said that." I groaned mentally cursing myself out as I turned on my side facing away from him
"Forget you said it? Nah that's not happening B. Turn back over." He said
I rolled over to my other side and looked him in face.
