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HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 19
I’m wrapped in Trey's arms when I wake up. His legs are wrapped around mine making it hard for me to get out of bed. I look at his handsome face and smile. He is so peaceful when asleep and I could watch him all day and night.I lift my hand to touch him but withdraw it and put it back in it’s position. I don’t know why it feels wrong yet he is mine.Yeah, right. He is mine. He came to Paris to see me. He tracked me down and he is now here with me. He made love to me. Told me he wants me to be his girlfriend. He said his whole being wants me. What other assurance do I want? For him to put a sticker that says he is mine on his forehead?Maybe.I grin at my wicked thought. It can’t be a bad idea. I want the whole world to know I’m his and he is mine.To hell with whatever fear I have. I will deal with my insecurities later.I raise my hand again and trail my knuckles on his beautiful face. He takes my hand, with his eyes still closed and kisses the knuckles making my stomach clench.
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 20
The hell?That’s not the big deal. The big deal is that this bitch, whoever the hell she is, has her lips on Trey’s lips. My man's lips. Do you understand what I mean?This is the same man who was telling me how much he wants me and has the guts to kiss another woman? It’s not a deep kiss but the hell?Please bite me. It’s still a kiss to me. You don’t get to make contact with my man’s lips and expect me to be okay with it. What I don’t do is sharing. He is my man and there is no debate on that. Who am I? Hail Mary?Really Trey?What is this? We are now playing with each other's emotions? Because if that’s the case, I’m so good at that.He pushes her off him gently and gives her a smile that barely reaches the face.Oh! Now he finally lets her go!“What’s up Amara?”Amara? What a terrible name? Is she one of his flings?“Hey Trey? Missed you. What a surprise!”Oh yeah! What a surprise! He is mine bitch!I roll my eyes and glare at her but she doesn’t see it. Her whole attention is on
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 21
Who does this guy think he is?Wait a minute.What is his problem anyway?He doesn’t explain himself to people and I won’t be the first one he does that to?Does he think I care? He is such a fucker and if he expects me to follow him, kneel down before him and beg for his forgiveness for something I didn’t do, then he is so wrong.He was flirting with that Amara girl and expects me to be okay with it? After I gave him my body and heart and he decides to stamp on it?What the hell is wrong with him?Okay. He can go to hell or better, screw himself. I came here for fun and he isn’t going to spoil that for me. I’m still going to have my fun. Let him go back to his place . He is not welcome here and there is no way he is going to stay in my room anymore. If he wants to stay here, let him look for another room.I dig out my phone from the pocket and check the time. It’s three in the afternoon so I can go to some club and have fun.Can’t believe I slept and woke up late because of some su
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 22
I was hoping it would be Trey but it’s not him. This is not his scent. Come to think of it. It’s not his touch so I rub the hands off my waist and turn to look at who it is.It’s some tall, handsome guy who is all smiley. I give him a friendly smile and take a sip of my drink.This is so disappointing. I was hoping it was Trey.'Trey?'My subconscious laughs.'Why would he come here? This is not a fairy tale Isa.’She rolls her eyes and laughs.'That man doesn’t care.’ She continues taunting me.“Hey sinyorita?” the guy greets interrupting my conversation with my subconscious mind. I hate her at times. This is one of the times I want to hit her and shut her up.“Hey.” I smile and take another sip.“Vodka?” he smiles looking at my glass. “Two double shots of vodka please.” He instructs the bartender and pulls a stool, sitting next to me.The bartender pours two double shots and slides one glass to me.“What is a beautiful lady doing out alone?”“Just needed some drinks.” I answer and
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 23
TREYWho does tomboy think she is? Some goddess that I will bow before and beg for her forgiveness? Beg her to listen to me? No. Not Trey. I don’t explain myself to people. Especially not women and she won’t be the first I will do that to. She is annoying. Irritating. Stubborn. All the names you know there.And she expects me to explain to her who Amara is. To start telling her how I met Amara and what we had. I may as well write a list of the people I have banged and all their details and give it to her.Again?Who the hell does she think she is?Weird.Funny. Crap.As in for Trey Jones to start explaining himself to someone. Some woman? Not going to happen. She can go to hell.I have dealt with many women before. I can’t start listing them here. I don’t remember some of them and she thinks I can put up with her crap?Soothe her? I don’t do that. I can dump her easily. It has always been easy to dump the others so she is not different in any way.Ugh!I type some details on the l
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 24
I sit up and groan in pain. My head is killing me. I shut my eyes for what feels like the thousand time and snort in frustration.I swear, last night was the last time I was taking alcohol. I feel terrible. I don’t remember what happened last night. Apart from the stranger being yanked away from me. That’s all I remember.Shit!I open my eyes and look at Trey. He is leaning against the nightstand studying me intently. I look away fast, scared of his angry eyes and run my hands on my face. I need to pee. I need to take some painkillers and I need to throw up.I scurry out of bed and notice that I’m naked.How did I get here? How did I take off my clothes if I was drunk? How?“I said we should talk. Where are you going?”“To pee. Or am I supposed to pee here?” I ask with a glare and walk to the bathroom. I kneel and align my head with the bowl, throwing up everything I ate and drank last night. I feel dry. I feel dehydrated and even emaciated. I flash the toilet and sit. The door opens
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 25
I try turning to look at him but he holds me steadily and kisses my neck, making my situation hard.“I want you baby. I told you that so you should stop doubting me coz if I say I want you, I mean it.” He whispers and nuzzles my ear. Every word comes out sensually and can’t believe I’m saying this. I want him. Not only as my man but I want him to make love to me or bang me now. It’s crazy how he makes me forget how mad I’m at him. He has said Amara and him were done long ago. It’s in the past and I can try put up with it but how many more are there? How many crazy women do I have to deal with on these streets? Because I’m not willing to get burnt or killed by some jealous fling.I take his hands which are still caressing my boobs and push them away gently.“How many are they?”“How many are what?”“How many women have you been with?” I ask dreading the answer. I’m not sure whether I want to hear it but is there much difference with me? I have been in one night stands before. How ma
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 26
TREYI am woken up by my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I groan in irritation and reach for it without attempting to open my eyes. I fumble with it and once it’s in my hand, I open the eyes slowly, cursing whoever is calling me.I manage to open them and throw a glance at Frankie who is still asleep and breathing softly. She is so beautiful. So breathtaking and the thought of how sweet she is turns me on. I brush her hair with my fingers and sit up on the bed, supporting my back with the headboard. It has been one whole month since I came to Paris. I don’t want to leave her here. I feel like staying here, watching her beauty, watching how her lips move when she is asleep, seeing how mad she can get; don’t get me wrong. I hate pissing her off but she is more beautiful when she is mad. It’s a complete turn on.This is the woman I want to be with forever. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I will fight for her. It’s either her or nobody. That’s why I want her to mo
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