You have to wake up and acknowledge that you aren’t in a 3rd world country or somewhere that restricts you so harshly, you have to acknowledge that just because America has its deep rooted issues, acknowledge that you aren’t in the Congo, or Palestine, or Afghan. You do have Freedom of speech, you do have the opportunity to do things that people in these places don’t. No matter how fucked up the president is, no matter how fucked up some people are, no matter how DEEPLY fucked up our government is, YOU STILL HAVE A VOICE AND YOU STILL HAVE TIME. Acknowledge that.
Background- in which Sierra is stubborn because she can be
Cameron Cade x Sierra Naízen (oc)
Warnings: no smut(just can’t do it chat), some kisses, Cameron is so dense, Sierra is just a girl
𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑰𝑴, he could tell by the way she would brush him off when he’d plan something or the way she’d avoid his calls when he needed to reach her. It was honestly really starting to piss him off. Yesterday he had an entire day planned for them, he knew she needed a day to rest and he also knew he was her favorite person to do that with, or at least he was until she decided he wasn’t.
Sierra wasn’t one to be condescending or avoidant in her relationships but she never knew how to feel with Cameron. She was a complex ball of irritation and sarcasm wrapped in sex appeal and curves for days. Casey, Cameron’s sister and Sierra’s best friend knew what to make of their relationship way before they knew, she wasn’t exactly a big fan of them fraternizing around, but she wasn’t exactly one to stand in the way. Sierra and Cameron weren’t together but they weren’t not together, it was complicated.
Cameron was starting to get overly irritated. Which was very much like him, he was a man who ran on vexation and irritation, he couldn’t help it. Especially when it came to his girl. So here he was, on a Friday night, which he knew was her designated self care night, at her apartment. He didn’t knock because he had a key and quite frankly he wasn’t in the mood. He had just drove 45 minutes to her favorite flower shop and he wasn’t exactly sure what it was that he did in the first place but he knew he wasn’t leaving until it was safe between them.
Walking into her loft, the first thing he did was remove his shoes because she would kill him if not. Cameron could smell the strawberry and vanilla scented candle along with the strawberry body wash she used that drove him crazy. He made his way up the stairs to her very open room, all pink and cozy, and there she was in all her glory. Sierra Drew Naízen sat on her suede, black couch, long legs stretched and severely relaxed. She had her one piece set on (one of his personal favorites because of how she filled it out and all the right places) and her smooth silk pressed sew in laid flat on her shoulders, long and brown. Sierra stared deeply at her computer screen as Brent faiyaz played from her speakers and she had never looked more content.
God, he missed her. Cameron cleared his throat, just barely getting her attention as she glanced over her shoulder. “What the hell is up wit’ you Sierra?” He mugged walking towards her and placing the hibiscus flowers on her table (she gave them a longing glance that she hoped he missed) he grabbed her legs and placed them on his lap as he sat down.
She sighed, burrowing herself further back into the couch and getting herself comfy in his lap. “Are we ignoring each other now?” He closed her laptop and placed it on the table next to the flowers.
“Why are you here? Did we have plans?” Her voice was filled with irritation but he knew it was all deflection.
Cameron stared at her as if she had two heads, rolling his eyes, his hand squeezing and massaging her legs even though he felt as though she didn’t deserve it. “I ain’t know I needed plans to hang out with my girl.”
“Wasn’t aware i was your girl.”
“You give anybody else a hard time like this? Or is it just me, Sierra.”
Sierra’s face crinkled, reaching over to grab the flowers off the table, “what are these for?”
“For whatever I did wrong apparently.” Cameron scooted down into the cushions, her legs inching higher up on his lap. He laid a hand over his eyes because the day had been long and the person he called his peace was being everything but that.
Sierra rolled her eyes, staring at his tired face and then back at the flowers that laid in her lap. She wasn’t trying to be an asshole but he was so infuriating. Cameron Cade only wanted her on his time, he wanted to be a couple without being a couple, he wanted everything that came with a relationship without having to commit. Sierra was nothing short of a girl who fed on love, which meant having someone to share that with.
She was losing her damn mind, last week when she saw him hanging out at the club with a bunch of girls that weren’t her and his sleazy, slutty, annoying homeboys all gathered around, Sierra almost lost her damn mind. So she did the only reasonable thing she could think of; she went out and partied with her best friend, got a few numbers, had men paying for her drinks, and had the best time of her life. Unfortunately the entire time she was pressed against a random man, the only one she could think about was the selfish one who sat on her couch now.
“What was up wit’ you last week?”
“I was perfectly fine last week. Came home, went to practice, minded my business as usual. You got a problem with that?” She mugged, dropping the flowers down on the table and grabbing her remote from the side of her body, attempting to turn on a movie since he had decided she was done with her computer.
He reached over, confiscating the device from her, not missing the way she nudged her foot into his thigh. “Nigga, can you stop.”
“Talk to me, Sierra.” He knew he was pissing her off, it was actually his end goal. Piss her off so bad that she tells him what she really wants (idiot plan)
“Bro, you not bout’ to come in my house just to piss me off. Are you serious?”
“Bro?” He scoffed, gripping her left thigh, enjoying the plush feel of her because it had been a week without her being wrapped around him, he was dying.
“You are such an asshole, I swear.” She rolled her eyes as he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist, hands moving on their own accord to grab her flesh. Her hands usual resting place around his shoulders had been abandoned and instead she crossed them over her chest.
“So let’s talk about why I’m an asshole.” He tapped her left cheek, which peaked through the bottom of her pajamas. Cameron Cade knew all the right things to do and say to have her body react to him, but her mind was a different story. If she had been one of the idiot girls who let him drive her to absolute insanity by having access to her mind, she wouldn’t know what to do, so she kept that part of herself an enigma.
“I’m really not in the mood.” She answered, playing with the strings on his sweats, loosening them a little.
“You could drive a nigga crazy, you know that?” Sierra scoffed, shifting in his lap to get comfortable, she assumed he was staying if he hadn’t already left and had seemed to be making himself at home on her favorite couch.
“Yea and you could just waltz right in my house with apology flowers and ya’ ass don’t even know what you apologizin’ for so I guess we both something special.” She pulled the hood from his head, getting an all star view at his freshly buzzed head as she ran her long acrylics across his scalp just the way he loved. God, Cameron could make the most gorgeous man in the room seem like an everyday regular man. He was so pretty and all she wanted was for him to be all for her because as much as she tried to fake it, nobody in this world had her like Cameron Cade did. Nobody fucked her like Cameron did, nobody spoke to her like Cameron did, and no one sure as hell put up with her the way Cameron did.
His eyes burned into her’s, taking in the feeling of her hands, he hadn’t felt her in a whole week and he hadn’t even gotten a kiss yet, he wouldn’t know what the fuck to do if she would actually let him have her body in the way he wanted to right now. “So tell me what I did, ace.” And this was him begging.
Her hands stilled at the nickname, dragging them down to ground herself, she wasn’t herself when he got all soft and understanding. She looked away, suddenly feeling the draft in her room which clashed his warm hands kneading her flesh. “I can’t...” She paused, genuinely starting to feel how embarrassing and annoying feelings could be.
“I can’t keep being casual with you.” There she is, he thought, trying to keep his grin to himself.
“It’s not what I am, it’s not who I am. When we started this I was okay with just being someone you slept with or whatever i was, but I can’t do that now. Cam I can’t even fuckin’ wake up and not think about what you’re doing or how you slept. It’s killing me. I mean you have a key to my damn apartment and you havent once asked me what I want from this, especially since the only person I’ve been craving for the last two years is you.” Her fingers danced along the pockets of his hoodie, dreading what he was thinking or what he was going to say. She could take rejection, it just was rare that it happened to her. She could feel her palms sweating and her pjs starting to make her feel naked in front of him.
“Come here.” She glanced up at him, feeling the way his hands ran up and down her sides, pulling her body closer. He wasn’t asking her, he was telling her.
“I need you to talk to me,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion he rarely showed. “Tell me how you’re feeling about shit. When you’re scared. When you’re too in your head. When you’re worried I’m drifting. When you’re pissed off at me—especially that. This ain’t one sided, Sierra, I’ve always been yours.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
“I’m sorry I avoided you all week.” She whispered, tracing his lips with her nails. Her pouty lips were kryptonite to any man with a brain, and who was he to deny his woman his forgiveness.
Wrapping a hand around her neck, he pulled her down for a long awaited kiss, and man was it down right nasty. Slow and apologetic, she let him have control, not really in the mood to be her usual preeminent self. His tongue assaulting her’s, allowing him to taste her in the way he wanted. She grounded herself against him, feeling how much he missed her in their week long hiatus.
Cameron assisted her actions, groaning when her hips sped up a little, he needed this to stop because a week without this had made him prone to cum right then and there, and he’d much rather do that when they were both fully naked and in a much more compromising position. “chill for a second, Sierra.” He mumbled into the kiss, placing a light slap to her ass.
She pulled away, dazed and a little giddy. She wiped his mouth free of her lipgloss, and looked down between them, noticing his uncomfortable situation. “Sorry.” Although she looked the farthest thing from sorry.
“It wasn’t fair of me to hold off on you for this long.” His hands decided to make this moment a lot more PG, he didn’t want to over-sexualize this conversation because he meant it a lot to him. “I think I’ve been yours for a long time. Sierra, will you do the honors of letting me be your boyfriend.”
She pretended to think about it for a second, trying not to give away the fact that she’d been wanting this since she was thirteen years old. “I mean if that’s what you want.”
He pinched the side of her stomach, earning a giggle from her, “Sierra.”
“Yea, I’ll let you be my boyfriend, Cade.” She led him back for another kiss, not leaving anything for imagination because he was her boyfriend and she could do that.
Background- in which Sierra is stubborn because she can be
Cameron Cade x Sierra Naízen (oc)
Warnings: no smut(just can’t do it chat), some kisses, Cameron is so dense, Sierra is just a girl
𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑰𝑴, he could tell by the way she would brush him off when he’d plan something or the way she’d avoid his calls when he needed to reach her. It was honestly really starting to piss him off. Yesterday he had an entire day planned for them, he knew she needed a day to rest and he also knew he was her favorite person to do that with, or at least he was until she decided he wasn’t.
Sierra wasn’t one to be condescending or avoidant in her relationships but she never knew how to feel with Cameron. She was a complex ball of irritation and sarcasm wrapped in sex appeal and curves for days. Casey, Cameron’s sister and Sierra’s best friend knew what to make of their relationship way before they knew, she wasn’t exactly a big fan of them fraternizing around, but she wasn’t exactly one to stand in the way. Sierra and Cameron weren’t together but they weren’t not together, it was complicated.
Cameron was starting to get overly irritated. Which was very much like him, he was a man who ran on vexation and irritation, he couldn’t help it. Especially when it came to his girl. So here he was, on a Friday night, which he knew was her designated self care night, at her apartment. He didn’t knock because he had a key and quite frankly he wasn’t in the mood. He had just drove 45 minutes to her favorite flower shop and he wasn’t exactly sure what it was that he did in the first place but he knew he wasn’t leaving until it was safe between them.
Walking into her loft, the first thing he did was remove his shoes because she would kill him if not. Cameron could smell the strawberry and vanilla scented candle along with the strawberry body wash she used that drove him crazy. He made his way up the stairs to her very open room, all pink and cozy, and there she was in all her glory. Sierra Drew Naízen sat on her suede, black couch, long legs stretched and severely relaxed. She had her one piece set on (one of his personal favorites because of how she filled it out and all the right places) and her smooth silk pressed sew in laid flat on her shoulders, long and brown. Sierra stared deeply at her computer screen as Brent faiyaz played from her speakers and she had never looked more content.
God, he missed her. Cameron cleared his throat, just barely getting her attention as she glanced over her shoulder. “What the hell is up wit’ you Sierra?” He mugged walking towards her and placing the hibiscus flowers on her table (she gave them a longing glance that she hoped he missed) he grabbed her legs and placed them on his lap as he sat down.
She sighed, burrowing herself further back into the couch and getting herself comfy in his lap. “Are we ignoring each other now?” He closed her laptop and placed it on the table next to the flowers.
“Why are you here? Did we have plans?” Her voice was filled with irritation but he knew it was all deflection.
Cameron stared at her as if she had two heads, rolling his eyes, his hand squeezing and massaging her legs even though he felt as though she didn’t deserve it. “I ain’t know I needed plans to hang out with my girl.”
“Wasn’t aware i was your girl.”
“You give anybody else a hard time like this? Or is it just me, Sierra.”
Sierra’s face crinkled, reaching over to grab the flowers off the table, “what are these for?”
“For whatever I did wrong apparently.” Cameron scooted down into the cushions, her legs inching higher up on his lap. He laid a hand over his eyes because the day had been long and the person he called his peace was being everything but that.
Sierra rolled her eyes, staring at his tired face and then back at the flowers that laid in her lap. She wasn’t trying to be an asshole but he was so infuriating. Cameron Cade only wanted her on his time, he wanted to be a couple without being a couple, he wanted everything that came with a relationship without having to commit. Sierra was nothing short of a girl who fed on love, which meant having someone to share that with.
She was losing her damn mind, last week when she saw him hanging out at the club with a bunch of girls that weren’t her and his sleazy, slutty, annoying homeboys all gathered around, Sierra almost lost her damn mind. So she did the only reasonable thing she could think of; she went out and partied with her best friend, got a few numbers, had men paying for her drinks, and had the best time of her life. Unfortunately the entire time she was pressed against a random man, the only one she could think about was the selfish one who sat on her couch now.
“What was up wit’ you last week?”
“I was perfectly fine last week. Came home, went to practice, minded my business as usual. You got a problem with that?” She mugged, dropping the flowers down on the table and grabbing her remote from the side of her body, attempting to turn on a movie since he had decided she was done with her computer.
He reached over, confiscating the device from her, not missing the way she nudged her foot into his thigh. “Nigga, can you stop.”
“Talk to me, Sierra.” He knew he was pissing her off, it was actually his end goal. Piss her off so bad that she tells him what she really wants (idiot plan)
“Bro, you not bout’ to come in my house just to piss me off. Are you serious?”
“Bro?” He scoffed, gripping her left thigh, enjoying the plush feel of her because it had been a week without her being wrapped around him, he was dying.
“You are such an asshole, I swear.” She rolled her eyes as he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist, hands moving on their own accord to grab her flesh. Her hands usual resting place around his shoulders had been abandoned and instead she crossed them over her chest.
“So let’s talk about why I’m an asshole.” He tapped her left cheek, which peaked through the bottom of her pajamas. Cameron Cade knew all the right things to do and say to have her body react to him, but her mind was a different story. If she had been one of the idiot girls who let him drive her to absolute insanity by having access to her mind, she wouldn’t know what to do, so she kept that part of herself an enigma.
“I’m really not in the mood.” She answered, playing with the strings on his sweats, loosening them a little.
“You could drive a nigga crazy, you know that?” Sierra scoffed, shifting in his lap to get comfortable, she assumed he was staying if he hadn’t already left and had seemed to be making himself at home on her favorite couch.
“Yea and you could just waltz right in my house with apology flowers and ya’ ass don’t even know what you apologizin’ for so I guess we both something special.” She pulled the hood from his head, getting an all star view at his freshly buzzed head as she ran her long acrylics across his scalp just the way he loved. God, Cameron could make the most gorgeous man in the room seem like an everyday regular man. He was so pretty and all she wanted was for him to be all for her because as much as she tried to fake it, nobody in this world had her like Cameron Cade did. Nobody fucked her like Cameron did, nobody spoke to her like Cameron did, and no one sure as hell put up with her the way Cameron did.
His eyes burned into her’s, taking in the feeling of her hands, he hadn’t felt her in a whole week and he hadn’t even gotten a kiss yet, he wouldn’t know what the fuck to do if she would actually let him have her body in the way he wanted to right now. “So tell me what I did, ace.” And this was him begging.
Her hands stilled at the nickname, dragging them down to ground herself, she wasn’t herself when he got all soft and understanding. She looked away, suddenly feeling the draft in her room which clashed his warm hands kneading her flesh. “I can’t...” She paused, genuinely starting to feel how embarrassing and annoying feelings could be.
“I can’t keep being casual with you.” There she is, he thought, trying to keep his grin to himself.
“It’s not what I am, it’s not who I am. When we started this I was okay with just being someone you slept with or whatever i was, but I can’t do that now. Cam I can’t even fuckin’ wake up and not think about what you’re doing or how you slept. It’s killing me. I mean you have a key to my damn apartment and you havent once asked me what I want from this, especially since the only person I’ve been craving for the last two years is you.” Her fingers danced along the pockets of his hoodie, dreading what he was thinking or what he was going to say. She could take rejection, it just was rare that it happened to her. She could feel her palms sweating and her pjs starting to make her feel naked in front of him.
“Come here.” She glanced up at him, feeling the way his hands ran up and down her sides, pulling her body closer. He wasn’t asking her, he was telling her.
“I need you to talk to me,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion he rarely showed. “Tell me how you’re feeling about shit. When you’re scared. When you’re too in your head. When you’re worried I’m drifting. When you’re pissed off at me—especially that. This ain’t one sided, Sierra, I’ve always been yours.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
“I’m sorry I avoided you all week.” She whispered, tracing his lips with her nails. Her pouty lips were kryptonite to any man with a brain, and who was he to deny his woman his forgiveness.
Wrapping a hand around her neck, he pulled her down for a long awaited kiss, and man was it down right nasty. Slow and apologetic, she let him have control, not really in the mood to be her usual preeminent self. His tongue assaulting her’s, allowing him to taste her in the way he wanted. She grounded herself against him, feeling how much he missed her in their week long hiatus.
Cameron assisted her actions, groaning when her hips sped up a little, he needed this to stop because a week without this had made him prone to cum right then and there, and he’d much rather do that when they were both fully naked and in a much more compromising position. “chill for a second, Sierra.” He mumbled into the kiss, placing a light slap to her ass.
She pulled away, dazed and a little giddy. She wiped his mouth free of her lipgloss, and looked down between them, noticing his uncomfortable situation. “Sorry.” Although she looked the farthest thing from sorry.
“It wasn’t fair of me to hold off on you for this long.” His hands decided to make this moment a lot more PG, he didn’t want to over-sexualize this conversation because he meant it a lot to him. “I think I’ve been yours for a long time. Sierra, will you do the honors of letting me be your boyfriend.”
She pretended to think about it for a second, trying not to give away the fact that she’d been wanting this since she was thirteen years old. “I mean if that’s what you want.”
He pinched the side of her stomach, earning a giggle from her, “Sierra.”
“Yea, I’ll let you be my boyfriend, Cade.” She led him back for another kiss, not leaving anything for imagination because he was her boyfriend and she could do that.
in whatever way you’re celebrating today, take a second to recognize and remember that the fight for independence didn’t start with george washington, continental army, and the colonies fighting the british. for so many, independence wasn’t really obtained in 1776… nor did it begin with the revolutionary war.
it started with captured africans jumping off boats before they were forced to shores of the americas. it started with indigenous communities fighting against european colonizers and settlers. it started with black people in many parts of the americas working to free their loved ones, each other, and themselves by risking their limbs and lives and running away. it started with maroon communities being forged by escaped enslaved populations and indigenous communities who also rebelled against entire militaries that sought them either subservient or dead. it started with slave revolts.
Chat please don’t tell me the hype over zuko is dead already??? Posts were getting up to 20k+ like and I’d be refreshing the tags and getting like ten new fics every second…now it feels so quiet….wake up!!!
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A Cry for Help from Gaza
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A Cry for Help from Gaza
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summary: you’re his trainer, he’s him, the chemistry is undeniable.
warning: 18+ mdni, EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT, pwp, fast paced, teasing, dirty talk, degradation kink?, unprotected sex, guys, I’m a slut - we sucking and fucking over here.
notes: I put a break on working on endless melodies, this picture called for my attention and here we are 😩. I also don’t know where the 3.5K words came from 😭 this was meant to be short.
You sighed as you walked through the underground garage of the building. You were mentally preparing yourself to be in your client’s presence. You wish you could have rejected his contract but it was such good money to resist - a resource that you needed at the time - and he was a good man. Refusing to train him would have not made sense outside of the biggest con being that you were attracted to him.
Deeply attracted to him.
Every session was a fighting battle and today would be no different.
It had been seven months since you started working with him. Lewis was very serious about his physical health but he was so flirtatious and it made it hard to concentrate on your job. But today, you promised yourself that you would be serious and not give into his little games.
On the elevator ride up to his penthouse, you trained your mind to block his advances and not give into his charm. However, whether you intended to or not, your outfit choice for the session was along the lines of cute and practical. The grey headband keeping your hair away from your face was matching the gym shorts that you were wearing. Your physique was on display without it coming off as a little desperate. It’s not like you needed to put in any type of effort anyway, you were beautiful enough on your own but the outfit was just a greater temptation for Lewis.
Even though you lied to yourself that you didn’t enjoy the game of teasing that you played with him.
“Lewis! I’m here!” You yelled as you walked through the lobby of his penthouse. The patters of Roscoe’s feet against the marbled floor rang through to your ears. The aging dog ran towards you and it brought a smile to your face. You bent down and grabbed the pup’s face into your hands and caressed the deep folds of his cheeks.
“Hi boy!” You spoke with a high pitch to your voice. “You’ve been good for your Dads when I’ve been away?” He licked the palms of your hands as he wiggled his tail.
“Yeah! Because you’re a good boy aren’t you? It’s your Dad that’s the trouble maker.” You said to Roscoe before standing up straight.
“Oh I’m a trouble maker now?” His voice was the first thing that you heard before you saw him. As you walked to the kitchen to wash your hands, you caught sight of him leaning against the living room area wall as he watched you.
Dressed in a dark grey fitted t-shirt and matching grey shorts with black thermals beneath. His locs were braided away from his face, forcing you to bare witness to his beauty.
“You’ve always been one, don’t act so surprised now.” You replied as you watched your hands. You may not be able to see him but you could feel his eyes on your back. You bit your lip as you wiped your hands and then turned around. Your hands were on either side of your body on the counter as you looked at him.
“When have I ever caused trouble for you darling?” He asked as he stood to his full height and moved closer to you in the kitchen area, stopping by the island and leaning fowards against it.
“Do you really want me to answer that question? Because I have a list of examples.”
He laughed at your response instead of answering. He knew exactly what you were talking about.
“Anyway. Are you ready for our session today? I don’t want any problems this time around. You have somewhere to be and so do I. So no funny games.” You stressed the last part of your statement - more to yourself than to him.
Lewis’s eyes were drooped low, his long lashes nearly touching the apple of his cheeks as they hung low before he trailed them from the exposed skin of your thighs to your flushed cheeks as you held in your breath. His teeth trapped the flesh of his bottom lip to restrict his smile from spreading as he stood up straight.
“I’ll be on my good behaviour. I promise.” His voice was an octave deep and laced with temptation. You knew then, that this training session would be anything but smooth sailing.
.
.
A good sparring session was a great way to end a productive session. Lewis stayed true to his word for most of the time but he’d throw in a flirtatious jab here and there that had you flustered. As much as you tried to hate it, you revelled in the way that those comments made you feel.
One last sparring session and you won’t have to see him for another three days.
You needed that breather.
“Come on baby girl. You can give it to me harder than that.” He teased as he bounced on his feet as he moved away from you. You rolled your eyes as you flexed your arms.
“I’m your trainer Lewis. I’m not supposed to be harder on you.”
“I can take it.” He shrugged. “That’s something you’re supposed to be saying in the right circumstances.”
“You’re a cocky little shit!” You stressed as your fingers flexed in the punching mitts before you began to run after him.
“There we gooo. Give me that fire, show me what you got baby.” He smirked at you. You fumed as you stopped chasing him and took off your punching mitts.
“Beating your ass would give me the greatest pleasure.” You said as you threw the mitts down before pulling the bandage wrap out of your open bag.
“I can do many things that can bring you pleasure that don’t involve us boxing.”
“Prove it.” You spat at him.
Before things moved forward, Lewis did the one thing that he knew would disrupt your focus.
He took his shirt off and kicked it close to the edge of the floor to ceiling mirror. All of the witty comments dried in your throat as you took him in. The defined muscles of his abs, the deep pelvis lines, the rich tan contrasting his tattoos and most of all, the budding chest hair.
Involuntarily, your thighs clenched at the sight.
He licked his lips as he watched you struggle for words. He could see the fight in your eyes as you were determined to not fall into the trap of your attraction but your body was failing tremendously.
Fine. You thought. Two can play that game.
Without warning, you grabbed the edge of your top and pulled it over your head. If Lewis thought his naked chest would disrupt you then you could pull the same card. Left in just your padded sports bra, you watched as Lewis became as speechless as you had been.
You were not going to make this easy for him.
Lewis finished wrapping his hands. “I’m ready.”
The both of you put up a good fight. Physically and mentally. Every hit, every jab, felt like a victory in the war of desire. Both of your bodies damp from sweat with how much energy you exerted during this ‘friendly’ sparring session.
You were winning. He asked for your all and you gave it. This was something just to prove to yourself that you could resist him. That you could withstand his charm and that your attraction didn’t lead you blind.
Then he grabbed your wrists and pulled younclose to his body. You gasped as he tightly held your hands behind your back trapping them by his torso as his other arm wrapped around your waist.
“Aren’t you tired of playing this game sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.
“You started it. Of everyone, you should know how crucial professionalism should be.” You hissed back as you struggled to get out of his hold.
“How could I focus on staying professional when every part of me wants to explore every inch on you. And don’t try to deny it either. I see the way you look at me, the way you desire me in a way that would disgrace the gods.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he spoke. His words were the apple from the tree of knowledge and his voice was the serpent in the garden of Eden.
“I can’t pretend anymore.” He confessed. “I want you YN. I want you so fucking much.”
“Now you admit it.” You say as you squirmed. Lewis held onto you tighter.
“I never denied it darling.” He chuckled in your ear. “You did. We wouldn’t be having this back and forth if you had just admitted that you were into me the way I was into you.”
“That wouldn’t change the fact that I was compromising a client-employer relationship and my reputation just for some dick.”
“This dick would change your life baby.”
“You’re so fucking annoying!”
“Turn around and say that to my face.”
He spun you in his arms before another word could be uttered. You stared at each other with no words spoken as your eyes ventured from their eyes to their lips. The action causing you to lick your lips.
“Cat got your tongue?” He teased as his hands dropped to your waist and pulled you closer. The smile on his face held the promise of everything that he had teased and taunted you about. Wicked and sinful things that had your mouth watering at the mere thought of them.
Body to body like this, the wall that you had been building in your mind had come crumbling down. Not that you had put up that big of a fight anyway but the effort that had been exerted up to now was too much and you were giving it up.
You were ready. You were more than ready.
“You’ve been trying your hardest to break me. And for a while I forgot that I too can play this game very well.” You said as you hooked a finger around the strap of your bra and brought it down your arm.
“I want you Lewis, I do.” You finally admitted. “But you want me just as much, if not more.” You unhooked your bra and flung it across the room. He fought to push the bandages away from his knuckles before embracing you with his big hands running up and down your back.
“If you had just given me the chance, I would loved on you the second I knew that you felt the same.” He whispered as his hands trailed down your back and settled on your ass. He kneaded the flesh of your ass cheeks, drawing you closer so that you could feel his breath on the top of your lip.
You leaned forward and kissed him with all of your might. All of the pent up desire you had been holding at bay for the last seven months burst out of you. You pushed your body into his as he moved his lips roughly over yours, opening your mouth for the sweet intrusion of his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Your nails dug into his back as you wrapped a leg around his waist as you felt the lower part of his body pressing into you.
Lewis moved his hand from your ass, trailing it up your spine before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you inwards. You gasped as he nibbled on your bottom lip, pulling the lip into his mouth. Your pussy creamed at the realisation at just how hard his dick was as it rested against you.
“Let me taste you.” You said as you pulled your lips away. “Please.”
“Do you think you deserve it? After the way you made me feel for wanting you? You think you deserve my touch?”
“Lewis … please.”
“Take these off.” He growled as he tugged at your grey shorts. You made light work of them before stepping back into his embrace. Your small cotton panties were digging into the flesh of your hips but Lewis quickly tugged at the material and shoved them down the length of her legs.
His eyes focused back on your face as he felt your hands move down the back of his head and edge him closer to your core. He pushed your legs further apart as his fingers teased your hot skin. His eyes soaking in every reaction that he drew out of you.
“You have spend the last seven months playing hard to get but here you are, ready to crumble at the touch of my fingers.” Lewis whispered as he pressed kisses onto your stomach.
“You’re talking entirely too much for someone who has pussy staring them in their face.”
“And this pussy is glorious, believe me. But I need you to suffer a little bit.”
He gave you an inch by running his fingers teased along your slit but did not settle his fingers where you needed him the most. Instead of shoving his digits into your cunt like he wanted, he brought them to his lips and licked them clean.
“So good.” He said and then stood straight and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He licked at your flesh before sinking in his teeth. The way he drew your skin into his mouth caused you to moan.
“Lew, please. Please.” You begged before he claimed your mouth yet again. He kissed you hard with his tongue lashing against yours before his teeth sunk into your bottom lip causing the sweetest pain to shoot up your spine. You pushed your body against him as far as your standing position would allow.
He wrapped his hands in your sweated out hair which was reverting back to its natural curl pattern. He pulled away from your lips and stared down at you with the darkest look of arousal tainting his beautiful eyes.
You watched as a cocky smirk etched on his face. You knew Lewis had you. Once your inhibitions were shut down, it was very easy for you to turn to your desires. And that lust had you falling to your knees as you looked up at him as his cock swelled in the confines of his thermals.
You pushed the fabric further down his thick thighs until his cock was revealed and … holy shit.
You knew that Lewis had the inches and the girth to work with but you weren’t expecting it to be so … heavy? His dick was so big and thick but it was nothing you couldn’t work with. Especially with the smugness glazing his eyes, you took it as a challenge.
His legs were spread, standing tall and proud as his dick bobbed in front of you. Heavy, leaking and begging for your oral attention.
“Open your mouth.” He said as he held his cock by the base and pointed it towards your plump lips.
Your mouth quickly hung open and your tongue darted out to lick his tip. You swirled your tongue around the head before you slid most of his dick into your mouth and sucked. You were extra as fuck as you licked and slurped, wanting him to understand the sloppy, messy head that awaited him. That you had been fantasising about this moment for a long time and now you were going to show to show him what you were about.
“Sucking this dick so fucking good.” He groaned as he held your head and tipped it back before moving his hips so that his tip was brushing back against the back of your throat.
“This is what you needed huh? My dick in your mouth to turn you into a little slut for me.” You moaned around him as you stretched your hands out on his torso, feeling his chest hairs prickle against your palm.
You don’t answer him as you continue working your head up and down his length. He felt so good in your mouth. The muskiness of his scent was all that you could think off as your saliva pooled in your mouth the more he worked his hips, fucking your mouth.
You were so eager to suck his dick. You pushed your head down further, taking him deeper down your throat which caused his knees to buckle.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lewis groaned as he fisted your hair tighter, looking down at you as you moved your head fast, spit bubbles building as your nose brushed against his pelvis before your hand came up to fondle with his balls.
“Just like that. Keep sucking me just like that baby.” He gasped as you continued sucking on him as if you were trying to take his soul. Sure, Lewis had brought you down to your knees but you were making him regret ever thinking that he held all of the cards. There were no words to describe just how good you were sucking his dick. Your hands cradling his balls, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat - this was more than otherworldly.
When you pulled your lips away from him, Lewis felt like he could breathe as you moved your hand around his length in tight, circular motions.
“If I didn’t want to come inside of you, I would have come all over your beautiful face.” He spoke with a hoarseness to his voice before he manoeuvered you underneath him. The gym mats were harsh against your skin but you were past the point of caring.
“Fuck me.” You whispered as Lewis shifted your legs into the crooks of his arms as his dick rubbed against your opening. You reached up and claimed his mouth. His saltiness lingered between each entanglement of your lips. You tasted the remnants of your sweetness in his mouth the longer you greedily moved your mouth against his.
You didn’t care for the way the hard mats were biting into your skin. All you cared about what the surge of lust that burst through you as Lewis rubbed his cock against your cunt. His hand travelled up to your throat and squeezed as he positioned himself in between your legs. Every single gasp and little cry that he pulled out of you pushed him closer to the edge. His lips sought your earlobe as he raised your leg to his shoulder before he finally sunk into your pussy.
You were so soft. So sweet. So tight. So wet. You accepted him like you’d been waiting for him all this time and then clenched onto him so hard that Lewis so felt lightheaded before he could complete his stroke.
Lewis needed to regain his composure but you were a withering mess beneath him. Your scent like a cocoon around the both of you, he couldn’t find his bearings as he found a rhythm to his strokes.
Slow and deep as you arched your back and dug your nails into the skin of his back.
Your lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath with the sexy sounds of your pleasure reverberating through the room, bouncing off the equipment back into his ears.
Lewis let your legs fall back to his waist as he dropped to his forearms so that his body, slick with sweat, pressed against yours. You immediately wrapped both of your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts coupled with circular motions that always pulled a sharp, little cry from you beneath him.
For months he had dreamt you like this. Underneath him, begging and crying for him as he deprived your body of pleasure.
Your nipples grazed his chest as he moved. You trailed your fingernails down the length of his back as you pulled him in for frantic kisses as the both of you moved towards the inevitable conclusion.
Lewis pressed his forehead against yours as your pussy started clenching rapidly around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he demanded through his teeth. “Cum all over this dick.”
You screamed his name and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your cries of pleasure, thrusting hard and fast into you as he chased the orgasm building in him.
You scratched at his back, gripped the sheets and bit into the pillow even as you started moving your hips up to meet his dick.
“Lewis!” You yelled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your orgasm plummeting through your body.
“That’s it sweetheart. Come all over this dick.” He growled into your ear as he bucked his hips hard and fast before the force of his climax had him tensing and twitching in between your legs.
You hummed softly as Lewis returned to himself once his muscles had stopped twitching. All that pent up energy had finally been released and the both of you were butt naked in his private gym.
So many lines had been crossed tonight but either of you cared. Especially when he kissed you senseless and promised you more orgasms than you were ready to give.
Did you see the video where Israeli soldiers dressed up like Muslim women and doctors and stormed the hospital in the West Bank and assassinated 3 young Palestinians?
Did you see the bloody pillow with the bullet hole in it?
THIS IS WHO THEY MURDERED IN THAT BED. A paralyzed CHILD named Bassel.
This video was taken just one day before Israel literally shot him in the face in his bed.
Just when you think they can’t get any lower, they do. I don’t care what lies they tell about this child, it is illegal EVERYWHERE to do what they did.
This kid had nothing to do with October 7th. And anything else he did, you simply aren’t allowed to go into a hospital and murder a paralyzed child.
It’s CRAZY that we even have to say this.
And the White House actually defended this today, but it was before this video was released.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.
I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.
I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.
I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.
I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.
Bisan's recent post. I think it's important for you to read it. Tonight 03.12.23, journalists in gaza share their last messages. There are no words to describe the horrors unfolding in gaza right now.
I no longer have any hope of survival like I had at the beginning of this genocide, and I am certain that I will die in the next few weeks or maybe days. I have been sick with severe viral infection for days and cannot move from the mattress!
I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer differentiate between reality and dream.
I live in a world other than the one I claimed to be building! I am a community activist who lived on the fantasy that the world was free and just, and I sought to bring rights not only to my people, but to many men and women in third world countries!
I was shocked that I was not from the third world! Indeed, we are the most humane and moral! Yes, because the world approves, supports, and finances the genocide we are being subjected to, legislates it, and gives reasons for for 58 days! While we are a people who have been living on occupied land for 75 years and are still searching for our rights and communicating our voice to the world!
My message to the world: You are not innocent of what is happening to us, you as governments or peoples that support Israel’s annihilation of my people. We will not forgive you, we will not forgive you, humanity will not forgive you, we will not forget, even if we die, the history will never forget .
A Message to friends: Thank you and the supporters around the world. You have been compassionate and very strong. We ask you not to lose hope, even if the world seems completely unfair and your efforts have not yet resulted in a ceasefire.
yo being black and depressed is hard as fuck. being black with anxiety is hard as fuck. being black with a chronic illness or disability is hard a fuck. everybody expects you to be ‘strong’ at all times and no one sees black people as complex or nuanced enough to be capable of suffering. no one ever thinks we could possibly need help. and if you’re a black woman, the moment you stop thinking about others and try to tend to yourself you’re a selfish lazy ungrateful bitch.
support black people, esp women, who need help. don’t just call us strong or tell us we’ll get through it, help us. protect us. uplift us. allow us to be beings capable of suffering. give us the same space you’d give white women to express our pain and be there for us like you would for anyone else.
Jon woke up the next morning with a pounding ass headache and groaned when remembered what happened last night. He grabbed his phone and called Dominique but it went straight to voicemail. He tried texting too, but his messages turned green. She had blocked him.
He looked at the door when Josh walked in. Josh walked over to him and handed him a to-go container.
“Here. got you breakfast.” Well technically Dominique got him breakfast and told Josh to make sure Jon ate it. She knew that he normally didn't eat when he woke up with a hangover. Josh had gone to breakfast with her and Ishana to make sure Dom was okay. She wasn’t. It was kinda jarring to see. In the 6 or 7 years that Josh had known Dominique he never once saw her cry.
Jon took the container and set it aside. He wasn’t in the mood to eat right now. He needed to talk to Dominique. Getting out of bed he took a quick shower and got dressed and making sure he had Dom’s ring. He was almost out the door when Josh stopped him.
“Give her some time, Uce, talk to her at the arena.” Jon shook his head.
“No, I fucked up and I need her to know that what happened last night wasn’t my intention.” He walked out the door and Josh followed him.
“Man, I saw you last night. You were too comfortable with that girl.” Josh said as they walked to the elevator. Jon pressed the up button and looked at his brother.
“I was drunk Joshua.” Josh shrugged.
“You think that makes what happened right Jonathan?” Josh countered back. “She saw everything Uce.”
“Man, she kissed me. How was I supposed to know she was gonna do that.” Jon said as they stepped on the elevator. He tried to hurry and press the ‘door close’ button but Josh slid in before the door closed.
“Did you hear what I said? She saw everything,” Jon pressed the ‘9’ button so the elevator could start moving. “She saw you give the girl your phone.”
“Oh” Jon said as he gulped. He immediately pulled his phone out and tried to remember the girl's name from last night so he could delete her contact information. He furrowed his eyebrows when a notification came in from instagram.
@ _kendraB_ : you never texted nd i dont hve ur number so DM it is.
Kendra! That was her name. Jon deleted the DM and then went and deleted her contact from his phone. When she asked him for his phone he wasn’t going to give it to her. He was going to tell her that he was engaged but Dominique telling him to go find someone else kept repeating in his head.
“Oh, that's all you gotta say?! Man you was trippin two days ago because you felt like she didn’t wanna marry you and now you out here letting random ass girls put they numbers in yo phone!” Josh was pissed and rightfully so, he liked Dom, he looked at her like a sister and thought that Dom was good for his brother.
Jon ignored his brother and got off the elevator when the doors opened. He thought that his brother would stay on the elevator and go back down to his room but when Josh followed him, he stopped in his tracks.
“What?!” He asked, irritated. “Why you following me!”
“Somebody gotta stop her from killing you.” Jon rolled his eyes and continued onto the room he and Dom were sharing. He hesitated before knocking on the door and covering the peephole with his hand.
He heard Dominique sigh from the other side of the door. She knew it was him.
“Go away Jonathan. I don’t want to talk to you.” He just kept knocking on the door. His knocks got louder and louder until she snatched the door open. Standing there in her robe and bonnet. “What part of go away do you not understand?!”
“The going away part.” He said smartly before walking into the room. Dom scoffed and looked at Josh who held his hands up defensively.
“I told him to give you space. I’ll be out here if you need me.” She nodded her head before shutting the door and walking towards the couch where Jon was sitting.
“What do you want?.” She said after a while of them just staring at each other. He stood up and took the ring out of his pocket.
“This is yours.” He said holding it out to her but she just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Dominique, stop playing.”
She scoffed. “Nobody is playing Jonathan. Why don’t you go give it to your new girlfriend at the club.” It was Jon who scoffed this time.
“That's what you told me to do right?”
She nodded her head and tried to hold back her tears. “You know what Jonathan, you’re right that’s what I told you to do, so why don’t you just go back to your little bottle girl and leave me the hell alone.” She said, wiping her tears away angrily. He sighed and tried to walk closer to her but she stepped back from him.
“We engaged Dominique. You can’t go around talking about ‘go find someone else’ and all that bullshit.” He said, mocking her. He then sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “Alright listen. I don’t know how much of last night you saw but I want to apologize.” She rolled her eyes and turned her back to him and walked over to her suitcase to try and find an outfit to wear to the arena.
“Which part are you apologizing for Jonathan, giving her your phone to put her number in or kissing her?”
“Hey, I didn’t kiss her.” She whipped around to face him and pointed a finger in his face.
“You let her get into your space Jon. You had plenty of time to push her away. You wrapped you fucking arms around her when she sat on your damn lap!” She yelled at him.
“She fell, Dom! Was I just supposed to let her hit the floor?!”
“Yes.” She said back immediately. He didn’t say anything, he just held out the ring for her to take again.
“I’m sorry Dom.” She just shrugged.
“That doesn’t belong to me anymore. If we’re done here you can leave now.” She said walking into the bathroom ready to start getting ready for the day.
“So did he really cheat on you or is that just a rumor?” Dominique rolled her eyes and turned away from Top Dolla.They were having a pleasant conversation until he just said that dumb shit. Her and Jon’s breakup had been today’s backstage gossip, with people she never even talked to coming up and asking her what happened.. She stomped her way back towards the writer’s room, no longer in the mood for food.
“Damn that was quick.” Ishana said when she came back to the room. Dominique just huffed and plopped down on one of the chairs. Ishana stopped typing and turned towards her friend. “Hey, you okay?”
“People break up all the time. Why is everyone in my business?!” Dominique huffed out.
“Babe. Y’all were engaged and half of the roster was there last night to see it happen.” Dominique rolled her eyes.
“So just because Dom said to go find someone else that's what you did?” Joe asked, staring incredulously at his cousin. Jon rolled his eyes. “That's just something women say Uce. They don’t mean it”
“I know that,” Jon stressed. “That wasn’t my intention.” He said as he got ready for his match.
“Bullshit. You knew what you were doing.” Josh said as he walked out the bathroom. Jon turned his face up at him.
“Ok I gave her my phone but I didn’t kiss her she kissed me.”
“And you didn’t stop it.”
Jon held his arms out. “Uce, come on man.”
Josh shrugged and sat down on the couch, next to his brother.
“Man, I love you but you did Dom wrong.” Jon ran his hand through his now wet hair.
“I didn’t do that shit on purpose.” He gritted out. “I wasn’t even going to text her. I deleted the contact.”
Joe and Josh shared a look. “That don’t make it better.” Joe said. “Your fiance watched some random ass girl put her number in your phone and then kiss you.” Joe shook his head. “You lucky all she did was give you the ring back. G would have whooped my ass in that club” Jon groaned again, he knew they were right.
“Man, if the roles were reversed you know damn well you would've went off in that club. Probably would’ve gotten ya dumbass arrested.” Josh said.
“Okay damn! I get it.”
Hunter looked at Dominique, something was different about her today. She wasn’t her normally bubbly self. She hardly spoke since walking into his makeshift office. He leaned against the edge of his desk and tilted his head.
“Something’s different.” He said, she looked up from her laptop and furrowed her eyebrows.
“What?”
“With you.” He clarified. “Something is different with you.” He looked her over, respectfully though. “Oh shit. Where’s your ring?” Dominique looked down at her bare finger and frowned. Seeing the look on her face Hunter hurriedly added. “You don’t have to tell me.” She nodded and cleared her throat going back to working on her laptop.
“Are you ready for the pay-per-view tonight?” She asked, changing the subject. She wasn’t ready to talk about what happened last night with anyone.
“Yeah got a last minute meeting to go over some changes but yeah I’m ready.” She nodded and finished up his itinerary for the next week before excusing herself from the room. She needed a breather. She walked aimlessly around the arena stopping to talk to some of her coworkers before making her way to Ishana’s office.
“Hey” Ishana said as Dom walked in. “You look rough.” Dominique rolled her eyes.
“I feel rough.”
“You still haven’t spoken to him since this morning?” Dominique shook her head.
“No, I've been hiding out in Hunter’s office all afternoon.” Ishana gave her friend a pointed look.
“You can’t ignore him for forever, Dom. You guys need to talk.” Dominique squinted her eyes at Ishana.
“What changed from last night. It was ‘fuck him’ and now you saying we need to talk?” Dominique said as she crossed her arms over she chest.
Ishana shrugged, not fazed by Dom’s glare. “ He stopped by here looking for you and we talked. Gave me some insight on his point of view.”
“His point of view? Ishana are you kidding me?” Ishana held her hands up defensively.
“Look, he’s taking accountability and you need to too.” Dom scoffed but Ishana held her hand up to silence her. “Okay I get it the girl kissed him but to be honest you were looking for a way out of the engagement anyway.” Dominique's eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what was coming out of her friend's mouth.
“You’re joking right? Now is not the time to be funny.” Dominique said glaring at Ishana. “No, I wasn’t tryna find a way out of my engagement. I wanted to get married to Jon, just not right away.”
Ishana rolled her eyes.
“Bullshit. Ever since yall got engaged you’ve been picking fights with him and as your best friend it’s time I spoke up and told you about yourself. Yes he fucked up by letting that girl into his personal space but he’s been trying to talk to you, trying to apologize to you but you blocked him. He’s been by the writers room 3 times today looking for you.” Dominique stared at her friend.
“You’re supposed to be on my side!” She said standing up. Ishana stood up too.
“I am on your side Dom, but you have to grow up. Not all marriages end in divorce.” Ishana said, grabbing her pocket book and walking out the room. Dominique stared at the closed door in shock. What the fuck was that?!
