How are y'all? Hope you guys are blessed and enjoying yourselves.
Inspired by Summer Walker's song Riot, its my jam, a bop, all that good shit.
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{Alayna POV}
From the bed, I could see Kofi tightening his belt.
Glancing over at the time, the red numbers read 8:25.
Right on time.
Kofi woke up at six, went on a jog that ended at 6:30, ate breakfast at seven, and began to get ready at 7:30. Now, here he was right on schedule, putting on his belt.
There was no time for me in his schedule besides the plain kiss at nine, right before he left for work.
He was so structured. I would think for a man that owned a tech business he would be a bit loose, knowing he had faithful employees to help run it.
But he kept himself on a tight leash, too tight of a leash.
There was no time for dates, a family, hell even sex.
My poor vagina was going to shrivel up if she didn't get any attention.
This wasn't the man I'd met 10 years ago, in our freshman year of high school.
"Come here, Kofi."
He glanced up at me, straightening his tie.
"Why? I don't have time, Alayna."
"Kofi. Come here."
"I don't have time for your games today." He scoffed, grabbing his brief case and heading down the stairs.
Games?
He hasn't seen games yet.
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At approximately 10 that night, I heard the locks jingling in the door.
Smirking, I sat my phone down and looked down at my attire.
I wore one of his shirts from high school, one of the ones that I'd deemed as mine.
It had shrunken a bit in the dryer, and now stopped a little above mid thigh. Usually, I'd be in bed asleep by now.
Swirling my red wine in it's glass, I kept my gaze focused on the door as he entered.
