But wai-
She loves me?
She. Loves. Me?
No, no, she is just saying in front of him.
Of course she doesn't, I haven't even given her a reason to.
She's lying, just so she could protect us...
Yeah. That's it. She's lying.
I heard a slam on the other end and decided that was enough.
I left my office and went towards hers. I entered the room and what I saw made me growl.
Mark had Rozella caged between him and the wall and spatted at her, "Why huh? Why? You like niggas more? Do us white guys not pleasure you enough?"
I think the fuck not!
He just made a wrong fucking move.
I moved towards him to take him off of her when I saw Rozella's hand raise in the air and....
SLAP!
I stopped in my track and looked at her with widened eyes.
Mark's face was tilted to the left with one of his hand holding his cheek and the other was dropped to his side.
Damn! That slap was harder, than when she slapped me.
I looked over at Rozella and saw tears in her eyes, but what I saw more was anger, fire, coldness.
This was not my Rozella, my Zelli was shy, innocent, would never hurt a soul.
But am I complaining?.... No! Cause she looked really hot in this trance.
She looked really hot and my pants felt undeniably tight suddenly.
"Call Kezr that one more time, I. Dare. You." Her voice was calm but held an anger in it.
Even I was scared, and nothing scares me.
Her selflessness made me love her more, she didn't defend herself but defended me.
That's why I love her, she's unique, girls like her are hard to find today, and Iam grateful for her parents who brought her up with morals.
God, I love her.
"And as for me, you know why I don't like you? Because my Kezr would never talk to me like the way you are now, and as for the pleasure... Well, Kezr gives me enough."
My eyes widen at what she said and I felt a heart attack course it's way through.
I felt this fucking stomach bug in my stomach which was churning up and down making my smirk widen.
The fuck these symptoms hitting me for?
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