Mr. Wrong After All Read Online Free

expensive for a truly struggling student who worked part-time at Wal-Mart. I had to make sure that a large part of my funds went to Corrie. The Georgia Avenue area wasn’t so bad. Actually, it reminded me a lot of my Bed-Stuy neighborhood with kids playing ball in the street and tantalizing smells of great food wafting through open windows. But no matter where it was, it was mine, at least for as long as I could afford to pay the rent.
    After I picked up my keys and moved a few of my things in, I planned to head back to campus to check out a party that a friend was going to at the AKA house. It was the first party of the year and from what I’d heard, it was going to be all the way live.
    I usually didn’t party a lot because of the trouble some of my teammates had experienced when they allowed themselves to relax a little too much. Drinking and driving or getting involved with a girl who cried rape after realizing that the guy was not going to call the next day had ruined some of them. I refused to be caught up in bullshit. So, for the most part I chilled.
    I had barely walked through doors of the sorority house when a beautiful but wild girl pulled me onto the dance floor. She danced with her round ass all up on me. I felt my shit get hard as I watched her gyrate like a voodoo priestess. After the fast song stopped playing, a slow jam began. When she started to walk away, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me.
    “You’re not going to leave me now, are you?” I asked.
    I’m all worked up.
    “Umm…not if you don’t want me to.”
    I pulled her closer and we began to move rhythmically to the sound of Keith Sweat’s voice.
    “So, what’s your name?” she seductively whispered in my ear.
    “Ahmad. And yours?”
    “Shannon.”
    Shannon was beautiful with smooth gold skin, long sandy brown hair and blue grey eyes that reminded me of Vanessa Williams. I could definitely enjoy getting to know her better. Her sexy perpetual body language told me that she felt the same.
    Slow your roll, Ahmad. Stop thinking with your dick. This is how guys get caught up in some schizophrenic shit.
    “You’re tall. Do you play basketball?”
    “Yeah.”
    I knew from her question that Shannon had to be new to the DC area because everybody around here knew that Ahmad Jacobs was the forward for the Hoyas.
    “So, Ahmad, you got a girlfriend?” she asked, as she gazed in my eyes.
    “Well, not really. Why?”
    Shannon grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer. Her movements against my crouch became more defined. Her mission was clear and I suspected that it probably wouldn’t have mattered to her whether I had a girlfriend or not.
    “It’s getting a little crowded in here, Ahmad. Is there someplace we can go that’s a little more private?”
    Here we go.
    “We could go back to my apartment but I’m not sure if that is a good idea,” I said. I was trying hard to resist Shannon’s vibes but it had been a minute since a brother had a piece.
    “Why isn’t it a good idea, Ahmad? I know you want me. I can feel it,” Shannon responded, rubbing the diamond that bulged through my Levi’s.
    My apartment was private but yet not comfortable enough to bring a girl to. But if that’s where Shannon wanted to go then that’s where we’d go.
    “My car is outside.”
    When we arrived at my place, I apologized for the mess. There were stacks of boxes and plastic shopping bags all over the place. Shannon didn’t seem to mind the cluttered chaos at all. Actually, I’m not sure that she even noticed because the whole time I was moving things around, she never took her eyes off me. She sat down on the old rust-colored couch that I’d found on the street the same day I rented the apartment and removed her leopard-print high-heeled shoes. She leaned back and pulled her sexy feet beneath her petite frame.
    “Are you going to stand over there all night or are you going to show some hospitality and come over and sit next to me?”
    When I