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his gorgeous face, Drake collapsed against my sofa, pulled me to him, and caressed my hair and face over and over. He loved to run his hands through my wavy locks. Drake despised when I wore my hair pulled up in a ponytail, and he expected me to take it down when I was with him. I obliged. I was always accommodating.
“You’re getting better. Go get a warm washcloth for your man,” he said, pulling up my skirt and smacking me on the ass two times, leaving a light red mark.
I stared at him from my spot on the floor. Getting better? I thought he’d enjoyed that. I knew he did. I was on point with all he had taught me. I made a mental note to do better the next time. I had finally gotten my gag reflex under control. Maybe next time I’d surprise him by swallowing.
“Go on, baby. Hurry up,” he demanded, bending down from the sofa and taking one of my throbbing nipples in his mouth like he possessed it, and absently playing between my quivering legs. “I’m ready to eat some honey because your pussy always tastes like some.”
I quickly jumped up to retrieve a towel because I knew what was in store for me. My kitty twitched. Twitched again. Drake was off the chain when it came to sexing me. He had turned me out; inside and out.
     
    In my daze, I glanced around and surveyed my surroundings. In my bed, safe and sound in my tiny apartment. The ringing telephone woke me from my flashback of events that had transpired several months earlier, during happier times. The tingling between my legs was present day and very real. My coochie was having some serious dick withdrawals and feeling like an addict, craving a piece of Drake. However, that would happen only over my dead body.

Chapter 6
     
    “Hello…Kennedy is not available to come to the phone right now. She’s sleeping…No, I will not wake her up. I don’t care who this is…What? Drake, why don’t you leave my daughter alone? It’s obvious you aren’t good for her. You don’t care about my daughter and you never have…Well, Kennedy will always be my little girl…I’ve already told you. Good-bye, Drake. Don’t call here again.”
    I didn’t even realize another day had shown its face until I awoke to Mother screaming. Well, not exactly screaming, but speaking in an extremely high, agitated voice to someone on the phone. When I realized it was Drake, I became fully alert and awake as my heart did a tap dance and pitter-patter before flip-flopping a couple of times.
    I wanted to speak with him, but then on the other hand, I feared what he’d say to me and how I’d react. Being with Drake had always been a contradiction to my emotions. He took me, like no other, to extreme highs or devastating lows.
    “Mother. Please come here,” I screamed loud enough for her to hear me in the living room.
    “Yes, baby?” she asked, slowly walking back into my room with a puzzled, worried expression on her face.
    “Who was that on the phone? I heard you talking to someone.”
    “Oh, no one baby. It was a wrong number.”
    We stared at each other, eyeball to eyeball, for a few seconds. Both of us recognized the lie in her words and gestures. The untruth clung to the air like stale cigar smoke.
    “Oh, I see. Why don’t you put the phone back in my room today? I’m feeling much stronger.”
    “No, you don’t need that annoyance. I can answer your calls for a few more days. You need to rest.”
    “Mother, it’s not like my friends are blowing up my phone line.”
    “Well, for now, let me answer it. Let your mother do for you. Honestly, I don’t mind,” she stated, smoothing the comforter on my bed with her hand.
    “Okay, if it’ll make you feel better,” I stated reluctantly.
    “It will. Oh, before I forget, Taylor called you last night.”
    “Did she? Where was I?”
    “Knocked out. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully after dinner.”
    “I guess I was more tired than I realized.”
    “Your doctor said it would be a few