Page 42 of Lyric Squared

“You don’t have nothing else to say?”

“Play house with that as long as you want but if you give that nigga my pussy, it’s going to be a fucking problem.For both of you.”

Frustrated, I fluffed the pillow underneath me, turned my back towards Keanu, and rested my head on it. My feelings were all up in the air. On one hand, I was madly obsessed and in love with the man lying next to me but on the other hand, I knew that our union would cause problems for my family. I didn’t want that.

I felt the bed shift and a second later, I could feel Keanu’s breath on my face. He hung over me, head dangling in the air. I waited for him to say something, anything.

“I love you, Lyric.” His words pierced me, lifting small painful bumps from my skin. “I’m in love with you, Lyric. I have been for a long fucking time. Just been waiting to actually love you. There isn’t a woman in this world that can say that I’ve ever loved them. I reserved that for you because only you could have my heart.

“Now that I’m here, you’re telling me you’d rather give what’s mine to the next nigga and that shit got me tight. I don’t give a fuck about nothing and you know that. But you, I give two fucks. You’re being unfair to me, but I wasn’t built to beg a motherfucker to do shit they aren’t willing to do on their own. So, if telling that nigga yes is what you want to do then do it. But know that you’re simultaneously telling me no.”

Scoffing, I covered my eyes with my hands and sighed deeply. This was far too complicated. There was no denying the fact that I wanted Keanu but neither was there any denying the fact that I wanted to make my family proud of my choices surrounding love for once. I had to redeem myself. Collin was my redemption.

“Lose that fucking attitude, aight? You’re the one breaking my heart with this bullshit. I’m not breaking yours.”

His lips landed on my top set as his fingers caressed the bottom set.

“You broke mine first,” I reminded him, spreading my legs wider.

As exhausted as my body was, I couldn’t resist him. The darkness concealed his face, but I felt him near. His fingertips grazed my skin as I felt his tongue on my right nipple. Then, my left. Then, my right again.

“You need to get on birth control.”

He slid into me effortlessly. I craved him, making it hard to turn off my faucet with him near. He aroused me to the point of no end. His influence on my body was irrational. I couldn’t imagine encountering him from this point on and not obsessing over how good his dick felt inside of me but I’d try my hardest. I had to.

“This is our last timmmmme.”

“Not even you believe that shit,” he countered, covering my mouth shortly after while stroking me long and gently.

This is insane. He was too damn good at this.

I returnedfrom the shower to find my bed empty and made. With my robe wrapped around me, I exited my second bedroom in search of Keanu. I kept my legs slightly gapped to relieve the pressure I felt below. I’d need a day or two to heal from his girth and skill.

“Keanu?” I called out after realizing he wasn’t in the kitchen.

I checked every room downstairs, including the garage, but he was nowhere to be found. When I checked my front door andnoticed the lock had been twisted, it hit me like a sack of bricks.He’s gone.

It was almost six in the morning and the sun had started to ascend. Its glow touched my skin when I opened the door and looked around to see if there was any chance Keanu had decided to just get some fresh air. He wasn’t there.

He’s gone.

My heart twisted into a large knot at the realization, leaving me paralyzed and unable to move – unable to think and unable to comprehend. He’d left.Me.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I stepped back into my home and locked the door behind me. Like the zombie that I felt like, I trekked up the stairs and into my bedroom. The second I rested on the edge of the bed, trying to calm my ragging heart, my cell phone rang in the distance. Somehow, I knew it was Keanu.

I rushed to the nightstand where it was. When I picked it up and saw Ever’s name cross the screen, I squeezed my phone to the point that I thought it would break. With a low, deep groan, I fell back onto the bed with my eye to the ceiling. I’d never been so disappointed to see my best friend’s number on the caller I.D.

“Lyric?” Ever’s soft, swaying voice appeared on the line after I didn’t greet her for a few seconds.

“Yeah.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Are you at home?”

“Everything is not okay and for some reason my heart hurts. Yes. I’m home,” I answered her questions one after the other.