Gunplay & LeTavia 2

Leo Sullivan, Porscha Sterling

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 01 mars 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789471
• Langue: English

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Previously from Part 1


1. Gunplay

2. LeTavia

3. LeTavia

4. LeTavia

5. Gunplay

6. Gunplay

7. LeTavia

8. LeTavia

9. Gunplay

10. Gunplay

11. LeTavia

12. Gunplay

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16. Gunplay

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20. LeTavia

21. Gunplay

22. Gunplay

23. LeTavia

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25. Gunplay

26. LeTavia

27. Gunplay

28. LeTavia

29. Gunplay

30. LeTavia

31. LeTavia

32. Gunplay

Epilogue

The End?

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Previously from Part 1

LeTavia
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach as I watched Gunplay get out of his side of the car and walk over to mine, while holding a single rose in his hand. He was trying extra hard to get me back and I had to at least give him that. He wasn’t the romantic type but he was trying his hardest and it was working.
His ‘great idea’ for a date had been to drive for damn near an hour all the way to Times Square so we could walk down the sidewalk and act like tourists. I was born and raised in Brooklyn but not once had I been to Times Square. In my mind, that was what white people and tourists did. But when Gunplay took me there, I was ‘ooing’ and ‘ahhing’ just like a white ass tourist.
The lights, the food, the smells…everything was so different from where I grew up. As I looked at everything around me, I imagined that one day I would get an apartment somewhere around there as soon as I could save up my coins. As soon as I pulled up the internet to see how much a small one-bedroom apartment near there cost, I realized that I would be saving up until my bones turned to dust.
“You stick it out with me and I swear that I’ll give you everything you can ever dream of... even if what you want is to live in that closet that cost damn near $1,000,000 dollars,” he'd told me with a straight face that immediately made me laugh.
Grabbing his hand, I kissed him lightly on the cheek and relaxed my body into his as we walked down the street, passing by swarms of people. But the only person I could see was him.
Gazing up, I looked into his eyes when he opened my door and placed my hand in his to allow him to help me out. My heart was fluttering and the space between my legs was throbbing. More than anything, I wanted to invite him inside my place, into my bed and then into my body, so he could do all the things to me that he’d done to me before. But I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for that. I was afraid that once we got into the moment, the only thing I would be able to think about would be how I'd been tarnished by Cutta.
“You sure you don’t want me to come in?” Gunplay asked, sensing the desire I felt for him. Staring into his eyes, I could see that he was feeling the same way I was.
Sighing, I shook my head softly, “No... not yet. I just want to take it slow for now.”
He gave me a hard look as if he was wondering whether or not to push me on the issue and then his shoulders slumped as he nodded his head.
“Okay, as you wish,” he agreed.
Then a smirk crossed his face as he reached up to push a strand of hair out of my face.
“I know you ain’t gon’ hold out for too long anyways, witcho lil’ freaky ass,” he joked.
Laughing, I pushed him away but he grabbed me around my waist and held me close to where our lips were almost touching.
“I said we gotta take it sl—” I started but he stopped me by pressing his lips to mine, instantly silencing my words and my will to resist.
Reaching behind me, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pressed me even closer to his body, until my mound was situated right on top of the bulge in his pants. Somewhere in between feeling like I was falling in love brought on by my lust for him, I began to panic. My body tensed and became rigid and my heartbeat went from a subtle thump to a speeding locomotive in my chest.
“Not yet! I can't,” I yelled, much louder than I initially intended and pushed Gunplay away, with my hands firmly planted on his chest.
I watched him as he stepped away with his hands up and a frown on his face. An emotion passed through his eyes but it was so intense that I couldn't look away. He didn't understand why I was acting this way all of a sudden but I could see that he was hurt by it.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I know I did some fucked up shit in the past with Quisha but I just wanna move past that."
"No, it's not that...I—"
Clamping my mouth shut, I stopped before I told him more than I wanted to tell him. If he felt that my reaction was because I was still feeling some kind of way about him and Quisha, I would let him think that.
Gunplay nodded his head before walking up to me and kissing me on the forehead.
"I'll give you a call tomorrow. Have a good night, Tavi," he told me.
Still not at ease, I pressed my lips in a straight line, giving him my best version of a smile before opening my door, muttering 'bye' and closing it right behind me. From how dark and quiet it was inside, I assumed Sonya wasn't home and I was happy for that. I felt awkward enough without having to deal with someone standing right in front of my face.
As soon as I walked into the bedroom, I began to feel lonely and regretted not inviting Gunplay in just to chill with me until Sonya returned home. Grabbing my phone, I ran my thumb over it as I played with the thought in my mind.
Should I call and ask him to come back?
Before I could even decide, I heard a knock at the door. A tingly sensation traveled down my spine as my chest twanged with hope that it was Gunplay coming back. I dropped my phone on my bed and walked to the front door. When I checked the peephole, I saw it was covered. A signature Gunplay move.
Smiling, I unlocked the door and opened it wide. But when I saw Quisha standing in front of me with a twisted grin on her face, my jaw clenched with anger.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped. "On second thought..."
Stepping back, I went to slam the door in her face but she stuck her hand out to stop it and barged in and shot right past me with the quickness. My hands folded into fists as I watched her casually glide into my apartment as if she owned the place, flipping her hair in the process. Something falling out of her hair caught my eyes and I squinted at it when it landed on the floor.
"Are those leaves? Bitch, don't tell me your ass was hiding in the damn bushes!"
Leaning down, I took a closer look, and sure enough, this bitch had little pieces of leaves and twigs falling out her hair. When my eyes went back to her, I watched as she grabbed the bottom of her hair and began pulling a few other pieces of debris out before shrugging and tossing it back over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I was in the bushes and what?" she snapped as if she didn't sound utterly ridiculous. "I've been waiting for your ugly ass to get back so I could show you something."
I was fuming, on the verge of going the fuck off and although I wanted to beat her ass all the way out the front door, curiosity got the best of me and I paused.
"What could you possibly show me? I already know that you and Gunplay was fuckin' around! He told me, and he also told me that he had his daughter and was done with your ass," I informed her. "I can't stand bitches like you! How many times a man have to tell you that he don't want your ass before you decide to move on? A baby don't give you the right to keep a nigga who don't want your ass!"
The more I spoke, I could see I was hitting a nerve because Quisha's face became more twisted by her fury with each second. By the time I was done talking, it was a wonder that she didn't have steam coming out of her head. She was heated but I was just getting started. If she wanted to keep standing there looking stuck on stupid, I could come up with a lot more to say.
Suddenly, Quisha's expression changed and a gloating grin replaced the snarl that had been there. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she jutted her chin in the air and looked at me like I was beneath her and not even worthy of being in her presence.
"Well, have you told Gunplay that you fucked the nigga who is tryin' to kill him?" she asked calmly as if she was solidifying her stake in a battle she'd already won.
"What?" I replied with a frown. "I didn't—"