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How could he give me half and then not expect me to put some work in?

I'm enjoying the soft life that he’s showing me, but damn, he’s treating me like I'm a porcelain doll.

He just wants to keep me locked up and safe.

I don’t blame him, with the stalker still out there, but I was getting tired of it. At this point, I just need to go find him myself.

I'm not going to keep hiding forever.

I looked at my phone and saw that Cindy was calling.

“Hello?”

“Chris, you better get him!”

“Oh, lord, what’s wrong?” Cindy had also been putting in the hours with Vel as his development consultant.

“If he gets an attitude with me one more time, I’m going to quit. He’s so anal and, if I'm being honest, an asshole.”

“Chill out on him,” I told her she was going a little too far.

“My bad, girl, just please rein him in a bit. He’s trying to do too much and asking for too much at once, and he’s all over the place with it. I can keep up with the best of them, but I can’t take much more.” She sounded exhausted.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him.”

Vel got in late that night. I was already in bed in a silk nighty and no panties on.

Hopeful I could put him in a good mood, then we could talk a bit. And it had been a few days since we had sex. We usually have sex at least once a day.

When Vel got in bed, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into him. I started to move my booty, feeling his dick get hard against it. His hands started to move up and down my thigh, lifting the nighty in the process.

I loved our foreplay, but I was ready for some dick.

I started hunching my ass up. But his hand stopped moving.

And I didn't feel his dick anymore.

I rolled over, and he was knocked out, mouth open and all.

Damn, he could fall asleep quick.

I should pull my vibrator out and finish myself off, but I guess I'll let him sleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, Vel was already gone.

He did leave a text.

Vel:

Early morning; didn’t want to wake you. Love you!

This nigga must be cheating…

I don’t know if that was healed Chris seeing patterns she didn’t want to accept or broken Chris trying to read too much into it.

Either way, something had to give.

“Hey, Mrs. Lovita, are you busy?” I called Vel's mother, hoping she could give me some advice.