I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Justin

It's Friday, and it's been two days since KaShay left me standing alone at the hotel looking like a damn fool. That's the second time that day she did that shit; left me standing alone, looking like a damn idiot.

I can't comprehend why she won't let go of this damn race thing. She's so fucking obstinate. I never dated a black woman or any women as tricky as her, which in return, is the same thing that drives me mad about her. She's stubborn as hell but has dignity and self-respect and won't let just any man walk into her life.

In my eyes, she has a criterion that needs to be met, which presents her as a good woman, and she needs a good man to reveal how amazing she truly is, which is me! I am ample for her.

"Baby, would you like for me to make you some breakfast?" The pretty brunette asks. Her name is Megan, or is it Melissa? Shit, I can't remember. I know it starts with a M.

She's the one that slid her number to me in front of Shay at the Breakfast Club. I had no intentions of ever calling her, well that's until KaShay decided to leave me stranded, for like the 100th time that day.

I was bored, and she was available. Too damn available. I called and she answered on the first ring. See, desperate. Who answers that damn quick? Desperate women, that's who.

I'm used to it in my line of business. Women constantly throw themselves at me because I'm wealthy; except for Shay, she could care less about my money or status. To be candid, she didn't know anything about me. She was clueless, which intrigued me even more.

"Be with your kind," she said... whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean. Human is my kind, and I don't see race, I wasn't brought up that way. But here I am with my "kind," as she so sweetly put it.

I hope she's happy now, Smdh!

I have to admit, Mia is kind of sexy, though... yeah, that's her name, Mia... I think. Well, whatever the fuck her name is, she has pretty blue eyes that will drive any man wild, along with her pretty pink lips that fit perfectly around my cock. Long legs that wrapped around me just right, yeah she's sexy as fuck, and as I said, she was available.

Plus, Shay practically pushed me toward her, so what-the-fuck-ever! She hasn't returned any of my calls or text, and she hasn't been at work. You know, I've checked. So here the pretty brunette and I lay.

She was a good fuck. I enjoyed watching my cock go in and out of her mouth as her pink lips cuffed it. Then I turned her around and drilled my cock deep into her tight pussy as she called out my name over and over again until I busted into the condom.

Truthfully, halfway through, I envisioned Shay doing these dirty things to me, which made me cum hard. I know I sound like a creep, but I'm obsessed with her. I have been since I first laid eyes on that captivating lady that took my breath away, but she has to be so damn stubborn... so here I am.

"No, I'm good, I have some meetings to attend but I'll call you later," I tell her, removing myself from the bed to put my boxer and joggers back on. I don't intend to really call her, but then again, who knows; if I get bored enough, I probably will.

She gets up to begin getting dressed, taking her sweet time to put on her clothes, and I grow anxious as I watch her, wishing she will hurry up. Why do women do this shit, try to linger around, like we are going to ask you to stay...no, bitch, I still want you to go?

She looks over at me as she puts on her lingerie, and I can't help but wish she had some curves to fill in the black set. She is thin... too thin; she looks like a damn twig. No breast. No thighs. No butt, nothing, just skin... what the actual fuck?

I can't help but think how Shay's thickness would be pouring out of that damn lingerie. Her shape is overwhelming, pure seduction, which drives me insane. I would love to bury myself deep inside her. Claiming her with my masculinity. Especially when she was burgeoned across my bed. But she is more than just a quick fuck to me, so I didn't, but Christ, I definitely wanted to.

Mia smiles at me while I keep looking at her blandness.

"Like what you see handsome?" she interrogates me, grinning seductively. Caught off guard by her inquiry, I look away. I'm not that much of an asshole to tell her I was envisioning someone else in the lingerie that hangs loose on her curveless body.

She smiles at my censorship and continues to get dress. After clothed, she walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek.

"This was fun, I hope we can do it again sometime."

"Yeah, it was" I force a smile as I walk her downstairs to the front door.

Before heading out, she turns around and kisses me on my lips; then she takes one last look at me before heading to her car. I watch her pull out of my driveway and drive off. I close my door as her car disappears.

Instantly, the chocolate brown-skin lady with the thick curly hair and the contagious laugh that makes my heart flutter every time I hear it floods my mind again.

Immediately, I climb my stairs back to my room to grab my phone. I need to make Shay mine, even if it takes every fiber in my body.

I've concluded, I can not live without this infuriating woman I have grown fond of. I will show her that I can be good for her and she can be happy with me. But if I'm going to make her fall in love with me, it has to be a grand gesture. Something that will make her fall head over heels for me, and I know just what to do.

Shay, you will be mine, baby girl!

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