Addicted.

29: Not A Widow

Qatari.

"So now that Melly is incarcerated any big plans?" My therapist questioned removing her glasses from her small face beginning to run her fingers throughout her natural 4C textured strands of hair. "Well I haven't exactly thought that far into the future," I confessed looking down at my largely protruding stomach. She leaned over and caressed her hand over my thigh, "I'm asking as your friend not your therapist."

A part of me became uneasy.

She quickly removed her hand staring at my face with puppy dog like eyes.

"I-I have to go," I mumbled standing to my feet quickly collecting my purse, rushing out the office. I didn't want her to be my friend and at this point I didn't want any sympathy from anyone for that matter. I had gotten myself into this mess and of course I planned to get myself off.

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I traced my fingers over the cushions of the couch as I swayed past, inhaling the crisp air still smelling his scent lingering. My phone started ringing just as I was about to enter his bedroom. "Yes I'll accept," I mumbled into the phone. My body fell back onto bed and my eyes shut as his voice began to caress my soul. "Wassup bae?" He questioned. I smiled to myself before I spoke just imagining him laying beside me, "at your house.."

"Fuck you doin' there?" He wondered.

"I just missed you.."

"Oh," he replied amused, "I got some shit I needa talk to you about, can't say too much over the phone.. How fast can you get here?"

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"Look you still technically married to Samson," he informed. I shook my head rather confidently, "I'm widowed."

"You can't be a widow to a nigga who ain't dead."

My eyes widened and I leaned against the table being cautious to keep my voice down, "what the fuck do you mean Jamell?" A form of fear which I hadn't ever experienced creeped up my spine, this was the last thing I ever wanted to hear. With Sam being alive this meant he could talk and tell the truth about what really happened which meant I could go to jail - I didn't want to go to jail! Anger started to edge its way against my soul beginning to subdue my scared feeling.

"He wasn't fully dead when you," he made a splatter noise with his mouth and pretended to drive something into the side of his neck.

"We were so sure of it!" I hollered with tears starting to fall down my face.

He nodded staring off, "we was but I need a favor from you baby girl."

My eyes met his. A part of me has felt I already knew what that factor consisted of I just wasn't sure if I'd be able to go through with anything due to other outside factors. "My nigga gon' give you a address. Go there fa me and they gon' give you somethin' beneficial to my favor," he informed reaching over gently toying with my hand. I slowly nodded taking in the simple instructions. "Now I tol' him let you rest fa today instead so he might swing by tomorrow and shit," he added.

"Jamell I'm tired of doing this extra shit I just want you to come home to me!" I cried out and completely threw my face into my palms.

He instantly stood to his feet and made his way to my side, pushing my chair back and crouching between my legs. "Stop cryin' my fuckin' baby feel that shit nie," he demanded but I disobeyed and continued. Suddenly I felt his hand wrap around my neck aggressively which caused me to quickly look in his direction. "Fuckin' listen to me," he murmured staring into my tears eyes, "if you lose my fuckin' baby I will kill you.. Do you hear me?"

His eyes were so hard and dark, I could tell he meant what he had said as his lips were pushed out slightly from anger overflowing him.

"Do you hear me Qatari?" He questioned in a softer tone.

I nodded slowly as he face drew closer to mine for him to place a simple peck onto my lips not giving me the full satisfaction. "Yes," I mumbled pecking his lips starting to crave him. He slammed his lips onto mine causing my eyes to flutter and shut on impact. The kiss was intense with so many different emotions included into it. But love was the only one I felt was the absolute strongest.

My hand fondled into his dreaded head as I sat up a bit.

I could hear the sound of materials motioning.

Jamell picked me up with a single hand under my ass which caused me to yelp. My back had met the cold wall as he slammed me against it. I pulled away from the kiss trying to catch my breath, his hand tugged at my cotton panties and the sounds of the material popping had alerted me. Suddenly he tugged once more and I felt them no longer snuggled against my body.

He entered me carelessly and began thrusting rather quick.

But I wanted him to go slow so I could enjoy it.

"Jamell!" I cried out, "d-do it slow."

He stopped and began stroking his small hips into me with ease causing my spine to tingle a smidge. His lips fell to my neck and didn't bother moving anywhere else. The deeper he went the more intense it had felt. I began gripping onto the back of his striped shirt, tugging at it rather aggressively like I wanted to rip it off of him. "Mmmmm," I hummed feeling myself drawn closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck I'm so happy you havin' my baby," he confessed into my ears.

My face was grabbed and he lined his forehead up with mine, staring vividly into my eyes. I was struggling so hard to stay locked in as my body started to shutter under him. "I love you," he confessed. My eyes closed tightly as my body buckled feeling euphoria dance across my spine. I bit into my bottom lip rather harshly feeling blood being drawn. Jamell wasted no time mixing his juices with mine but didn't bother to pull out.

"Say that shit back," he pleaded.

"I love you Jamell.."

A smile formed onto his lips.