She Got Me by Chere Love (best romantic books to read TXT) 📖

she going!". "Shutup add me @smartistabeauty." I smiled and posed. We took more and more videos and pictures. He finally settled pulling up at my house with one last picture. 

 

Chapter 3

Kamari P.O.V.

 

I picked a beautiful house!!!! Everytime I see it it's just amazing to know that it's mine. I raced up tot the door only to have to run back to the car so I could get my purse. "Move out the way wit cho' big bodied muscle sized self!", I said. "Girl if you dont' get yo big headed ass on somewhere, I'm tryna get your stuff out my car." he replied. I rolled my eyes. Freak thought #2. I shrugged my sholders and climbed over him and straddled the middle backseat, slowly I reached for my purse behind the driver's seat. I grabbed it and flipped over on my back and sat up slowly. He dropped the bag and lowered me down easily but rough. "Keep fucking around. You startin' something you can't finish." Freak thought #3. "Oh I can finish it, but can you handle it is the question.", I said all extra sexy. I slowly flipped us over, so we wouldn't fall and I straddled him....... hard. I went in and he slowly rocked his dick back and forth. This felt wonderful, but it was also hard maintaining a tough position. Right when we started going in, his phone started ringing. Perfect oppourtunity to tease. Freak thought #4 I slid off and bent down slowly picked up my backpack, and bit my bottom lip while pulling one of my suitcases. I sashayed up the little walkway. I unzipped my purse and got my keys. I quickly unlocked the door and dropped my purse. 

 

It was beautiful, the sitting room that I'll probably never use was gorgeous!!! I loved the dark beams heading my ceiling and the chandiler was perfect. I went into the kitchen and my jaw dropped. 

There was plenty of space for me to throwdown in here!! It was the most wonderful thing ever. (Keep in mind I haven't seen my house in 8 months so I kind of forgot what it looks like. I ran up my beautiful marble stairs. I slowed down and got confused as fuck. As I walked closer I heard moaning. " MARSHAWN!!". she yelled. I can't believe this nigga was fucking in my house. It's ok, I had a plan. I took my phone out and opened Snapchat. I took a deep breath and walked in. "SOOOO THIS NIGGA IS FUCKING THIS BROAD IN MY BRAND NEW HOUSE I JUST MOVED IN TODAY!! ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY? NO! OH OK." I yelled. I closed the door. I posted and counted to 20. My anger was on 12 and I didn't want her to come out. I walked in and this bitch was putting her shoes on. "Where the hell you think you going. You wasn't going nowhere when you was fucking my brother in my house." I said. I was heating up. "Look bitch, I'm sorry I fucked him in ya house but ya ain't finna come up in here and disrepect me and shit. I just needed some di- SLAP". I smacked her dead in the face. I then grabbed her weave (which was in tight, I needa figure out who did that!!) and threw on the bed. I got on top of her and went in on her. Punching, scratching, spitting, pretty soon I blacked out and she came out and I couldn't see anything but red. After about a couple of minutes somebody came and pulled me off. Thank god for that cause my body started trembling meaning my MS was taking effect. I was thrown on a bed and I couldn't breathe. I started to feel suffocated and like my throat had been smashed by a 8 pound wieght. I started weeping like a mother who had lost his child. Dammn you AB blood. My ears started popping. I was pitching in and out. Finally I felt like I could breathe. My body was stablizing. My vision was clearing. I looked up to see Carter holding my inhaler looking scared as fuck. I smiled and removed the inhaler. I started to speak but he cut me off. "Don't you ever in your life leave me like that again. I almost thought you were dying. I can't deal with that. You can't scare me like that.". I cried. I cried as he held me. 

 

Chapter 4

Karmari P.O.V.

 

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Why you started trembling and shit? Why your eyes was wide open and you couldn't see anything? I'll tell you mine.". He asked. I took a deep breath. I told him about my mom. I told him how I felt. I told him how my name used to be Kenjinae or Kenji for short. "When I was bouncing in and out of foster care after my moms died, I ain't have any guidance. I did a lot of bad things. I was alone. By the time I was 16 I had been arrested 6 times. When I got my sentence for my third courtcase somebody in Juvie told me she'd be there for me. She was just like me. Only she'd been in here since she was 12, and was 18. On my very last night we made a pact: that I'd never be back in Juvie, that I'd change my name, and that I'd go to college. In exchange when she left she would do the same. She was killed the next morning. Somebody shanked her with a sharpened razor. I was heartbroken, I felt defeated. But I made a promise, so I kept it. When I turned 18 I went to LSUS, I changed my name to Kamari and I've been away from Juvie ever since. One day on campus my abusive ex boyfriend was yelling at me for not finishing his anthropolgy notes and kneed me. I feel and hit my skull hard. Lucky, no fractures came about but it made my already worseining MS bad. After that I tried to leave, only that didn't work and I ended up moving in. One day he was having one of his hit fits and punched me in my chest. Because I'm so little he broke my rib cage. Peices of my old ribs are still impending my lungs. Right now I have a metal upper rib cage but in about 8 months I 'll be back on regular asthma inhalers. Which means in 8 months I can finally breathe again." I confessed. I was blubbering now but I didn't care. All that bottles up for 3 years was a lot of weight. He pulled me in close and tight, but not really tight because I guess he felt scared. "I'm going blind." he mumbled. I paused. I released my self slowly. I looked up at him and removed his glasses. He broke. It was my turn to hold him. Although I just met him he had become closer than me and my own brother. Nothing can replace my brother, but after that shit he pulled today ION KNOW!! He calmed down enough to look at me. "I need you. You need me. Let's get together and go be free. Go find a house up in the woods cause can't nobody care about like I could. Would you be up for that?" He asked. I was beyond stunned. First I ain't know he could sing and then to take the Barney song..... Beyond Childish. I smiled. F.T (Freaky thought) #5: "I'm up for anything with you. As long as you come take a bath with me." I winked. I walked in to the bathroom taking off my shirt. I turned on the bath the water, and unpacked my clothes. Carter took out my shoes and put them up. I got the towels from the linen closet I had Marshawn put together and grabbed the warm vanilla sugar and peeled off the rest of my clothes. I eased in the tub and felt my muscle relax. Then his childish ass gone jump in splashing water everywhere on the sides. "Nigga cho ass cleaning that shit up." I said in between laughs. "You just make sure you ready when we get out this dammn tub." he said. Lord he turns me on. F.T. #6. "I'm ready now," I said. I slowy rised up but he quickly brought me back down. "You keep doing all that freaky shit and I'ma fuck around and have to cuff you. Cause that ass gon have you on lockdown." he said in all seirousness. "Maybe I want you to cuff me. Mabye I want you to put me on lockdown." I said. I got up but was pulled down again. He kissed me. Nice and slow at first. Thank god he sped up cause I was getting emotional. He rubbed on my back and massaged my ass with the softest hands I ever felt. He then picked me up and placed me on his dick which was at full attention. After a few minutes of that heated make out session he broke away. "Girl your lips taste good as fuck. F.T. #7 "That's only the begining of what taste good."  I made it out the tub without him pulling me down this time and dried my body off. I lotioned back up and put on a lace red and black bralette set. I took out my just put away duffle bag and threw a buch of basketball shorts, camis, socks, underwear, windbreakers, and sweatpants in there. I slipped my black and whit huaraches in and all of my tolietries, hygiene, and medicine in there. I then put on some ripped light washed jeans, my red high top converse, and My gray and red Harvard sweatshirt. "It's some clothes in the guest room, hurry up I need to go pick up my car!" I yelled. I was all packed for however long we was leaving for. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Girl don't ru- dammmm how youready to go? "he questioned. "Boy shutup. Let's go to the Carribean." I said. "My credit card is in my pocket, you get the plane tickets and the hotel and I'ma be ready in like 7 minutes. "Ok." I can't believe he was willing to just drop everything and go to the Carribean