Did all roads lead to sadness? It sure felt that way to me. Our flights were cancelled, we didn't go to the hotel to get the long awaited wedding consummation. Kwashie thought it was best we waited until the wedding night to have sex again and that last sex was Valentine's sex.

I knew for a fact that all roads lead back to my depression crevice because here I was lying in the middle of my bed with pillows cradling my side like a protective barrier. This time there was no litter around and Jack Daniels didn't hide under my bed. This time I just starved myself and stared up at the smooth ceiling listening to the hands of the clock tick away while I waited on the other song to start playing. This wasn't a depression depression playlist but it only had soft songs because that's all I wanted to hear right now. One thing remained though, the chilling below zero temperature of my room. I had turned it up after Kwashie and I made amends but after my failed wedding I dropped it back to zero.

Gravity is working against me.

And gravity, wants to bring me down.

"Oh, I'll never know what makes this man with all the love that his heart can stand dream of ways to throw it all away." I caught onto the song and started signing.

"More like all the pain his heart can stand." I sighed to myself.

Life shouldn't be this hard, it made me realize that even though I now had comfort, life still wasn't a bed of roses. I heard my belly growl and I groaned to myself.

"Work with me here, man." I patted my stomach.

I didn't exactly know why I was starving myself. I didn't exactly know why I haven't moved on like Kwashie had, she cried the first few nights but after awhile she stopped coming over and she was out buzzing like a busy bee. Mama Ekuban has been here to pray for me, she brought me teas to drink to "wash me out." We still didn't have an answer as to what that girl did to me. Kwashie got a restraining order against her and I've been to the doctor for random tests.

"It was an uncommon case of hot flash paired with wedding jitters, she'll be fine." The Doctor had said.

I didn't feel fine though, other than the ache of starvation I felt as if nothing was the same anymore. I decided to call Kwashie, I didn't feel like being alone anymore.

"My love.." She answered the phone.

"You don't treat me as if I was your love though," I said.

"Zidania, can you please stop." She sighed. I've been picking fights with her, I just needed to know if she still cared enough to at least argue with me.

"It's the truth." I followed up my argument.

"Why do you say that?" She asked.

"You don't spend time with me anymore, it's like you're trying to forget about everything that happened."

"I do spend time with you, I'm just busy helping my father."

"Sure, that's what you said the last time and it ended up being that you have a stalker and that ended up with my wedding day being crashed and I have some unknown black magic curse." I finally took a breath after I let everything out.

"Have you eaten all day?" She asked.

"Doesn't matter."

"It does. Why are you not eating?"

"Because I'm not trying to feed whatever curse I was put under."

"Why do you assume it has to do with your stomach?"

"I just know, okay? Don't question me."

"Unlock your door."

"Why?"

"Zim, unlock the door and stop talking back." She demanded.

I hissed my teeth and got up from my bed with the comforter covering my naked body and dragged myself to the door. I unlocked it and then the knob twisted, the door opened to reveal a handsome Kwashie dressed in a gray suit with a purple tie. I rolled my eyes and backed up to my bed taking up the fallen pillows and rebuilding my fort. I disconnected the phone call and placed my phone on the nightstand.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"You just said I don't spend time with you..." she pointed out.

"Why is it so cold in here?" She placed the plastic bag that I just noticed on the bed.

"I need to feel numb," I said under my breath.

"I'm sure you're probably feeling frostbites too. Are you naked?"

"No..." I looked away from her.

"It's freezing in here and you're naked? Are you some kind of sociopath?" She laughed.

"Glad to see you still have a sense of humor." I rolled my eyes at her.

"I brought you food." She pointed to the bag.

"I'm not hungry." My stomach betrayed me at that moment and added its two cents in the conversation.

"Yeah.. sure." Kwashie chuckled.

"I'm not eating." I crossed my arms.

"I'll feed you if I have to." She took out the box from the bag and unwrapped the fork from its place in a napkin.

"What kind of food is that?"

"I bought it from the African restaurant in town, it's pretty good." She handed the box to me.

I took it and opened it realizing that she had gotten my favorite, sweet potato dumplings, curried goat, stewed beef, fufu and, rice. I stared at her while my mouth watered trying to at least put up one last resistance.

"Eat." She instructed.

"Only because you got my favorite," I mumbled and stuck the fork in the sweet potato dumpling bringing the whole thing to my mouth and taking a huge bite.

"That's my girl," she rubbed my shoulders as she got into bed from the other side.

"I'm sorry this happened to us," she kissed my shoulders.

"I'm trying to eat here." I said.

"Then eat." She continued placing soft kiss on my shoulders and at the nape of my neck.

"I have Mac and cheese in the next box," she said.

I made for the box but she pulled it away before I could reach.

"Only if you promise to stop starving yourself." She said. Shit.. why did she always have the upper hand?

"I promise," I sighed in defeat as she handed me the box and I opened it revealing the baked Mac and Cheese.

"Thank you," I said.

"No need to. This is my job." She chuckled.

I didn't respond. She took up the remote and moved to rest her back on the headboard while drawing the comforter away from me and up to her neck. My upper half was now exposed but it didn't matter, the curried goat was spicy so it warmed me up on the inside. She switched to cable and started flipping through the channels, I knew she would stop at FreeForm first even though they mainly showed old time movies during the day. I stuffed my face while she indecisively skips through the channels passing Cartoon Network and FX which were my favorite.

"Kwashie," I called her. A belch left my lips as I wiped my mouth with the napkin.

"Hm, long overdue eh?" She laughed.

I rolled my eyes as I took the natural juice from the bag and unscrewed it. I knew this was her favorite flavor so I was hiding it in front of me slowly taking the cover off and then squeezing the bottle so the juice would rise up between my lips. I drank more than half of the juice before replacing the cover and shoving it back into the bag. I moved the comforter from my legs to get to my knees so I could put the empty box and the plastic bags on the couch sitting at the foot of my bed. I was dropping myself back on to the bed when I felt Kwashie's hands on both of my ass cheeks.

"How long has it been?" She asked taking a deep breath. Good thing I showered earlier.

"Long enough," I answered vaguely even though I counted the days and nights in strokes of fives.

"Are you trying to tempt me?" She asked in a low seductive voice.

"Honestly, it wasn't even in my mind at the moment. My actions had no malicious intent." I defended myself.

"Can I eat you out from the back then?" She asked and my insides tightened up.

"I.." she cut me off.

"You took too long to answer."

"Bruh!! It hasn't even been five seconds as yet." My frustration was evident in my whining voice.

She allowed my ass to fall on the bed and I quickly turned around the face her. She was in her tank top and boxers that she wore under her suit. I wanted to remove everything, especially that binder that kept her perfect round breasts prisoners. I got onto all fours as I crawled up to her and straddled her hips. Her eyes never left my body as I ran my fingers over her jawline. I've been waiting for this for what seemed like forever.

I lifted her tank top over her head and then her binder went next. I took her breasts in my cold palms massaging them until I felt her stiff nipples grazing my skin. I heard her moan out as I moved my hips grinding into her while I played with her breasts, I connected our lips making her know how hungry I was for this. Her hands ran up and down my back leaving the once cold skin hot from her touch. She pushed me off of her and my back landed on the bed knocking the wind from my lungs. She got to her knees and I moved myself up further onto the bed so she could get access to my waiting pussy.

"I've missed you," her breath fanned over my thighs and I shivered at the feeling.

"I've missed this." I said truthfully.

"So you don't miss me?" She asked.

"Ca..can you just eat me out, please?" I pleaded with my eyes squeezed shut.

"Wh.."

"KWASHIE!!! GODDAMMIT I JUST WANNA CUM!" I cut her off with my shouts.

She laughed and moved from between my legs. She squeezed my jaws and pushed two fingers into my mouth slowly thrusting them in and out.

"Who are you talking to like that?" She asked.

She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and quickly pressed them onto my clit roughly rubbing it. My back arched up and I let out a loud moan thankful for the contact.

"You..." I was bold. I needed her to fuck me and I knew this would bring out her dominant side.

"Oh?"

She grabbed my throat and lifted my back from the bed bringing my face directly in front of hers. I opened my mouth trying to get as much air as possible, my vision was starting to blur but I didn't plan on tapping out. She pushed me back releasing her grip on my throat and I took in a much needed gulp of air. She didn't stop her assault on my clit until my breathing got normal and my moans sounded out around us. She plunged her two fingers in me causing me to hiss out from the pain.

"Has it been that long? You're so tight." She bit her lips as she slowly moved her fingers trying to stretch me.

"I'm still going to fuck you though," she chuckled.

I felt sorry for my walls as she pulled her fingers out and stripped from her boxers.

"Hold your legs up by your knees." She demanded.

I did as was told as she lowered herself and started to eat me out. I cried out from the feeling of her tongue on my clit and tried my best to keep my legs up.

"If you let them fall, I am fucking you until you pass out." The intensity of her words had my legs shaking and my toes curling.

Her tongue did wonders as she tongue fucked me while rubbing my clit with her thumb. My grip was slipping as my body succumbed to the overload of pleasure it was receiving.

"Kwashie.. I can't hold them." I moaned out.

She didn't respond she just continued sucking and licking until I felt my orgasm untie the knots in my stomach and I screamed out letting my left leg fall. Shit.. this weak link.

"What did I say?" She asked me.

"That you're going to..." I tried to find some other words other than the ones she used.

"You dropped your leg and you're also trying to lie. You're a bad girl." She slapped my thigh and I moaned out from the impact.

"No..." I tried my best to not like this but who was I kidding? I was a submissive mess when it came onto Kwashie Ekuban.

"I don't like that word.." she kissed the spot on my thigh that she slapped.

She came over me and brought her head down connecting our lips together. She was soft and gentle and I wondered if she decided to go easy on me. I was lost in the kiss and didn't pay attention to her moving her hips and the hand that was between us. She bit my lip and I opened my mouth allowing her tongue access to sloppily stick itself into my mouth.

I bit down hard on her lip missing her tongue by a second as she rammed into me, so much for going easy on me. She lifted herself up and licked blood from her plump lips with a smirk on her face. I tried to push her away but she had my hands above my head with a hold I knew I'd never be able to get out of unless she allowed me to.

It was painful especially since it has been so long. I wrapped my legs around her waist trying to get her to not move but this was what I wanted. She slowly pushed in and out of me staring down at my face. She placed soft kisses all over my pained expression trying to get me to relax.

"Relax..." she whispered dipping her head into the crook of my neck and breathing in my scent.

I loosened my grip on her and she started to stroke deeper, it started to feel good once I started relaxing my muscles and allowed her to work her strap into my guts. My moans were mixed with the laughter of the live crowd on the tv and Kwashie's irregular breathing. The feeling that I've missed for so long started to swell within me and I remembered why I loved having sex with her so much, the feeling was holy and unadulterated.

"Kwashie..." I moaned out.

"Yes, my love.." she answered me in her sweet native tongue.

"What are you doing to me?" I managed to get out the full sentence.

"Teaching you how it feels to be loved," she picked up her pace.

My moans grew louder as she fucked me with the new found passion. She always did something to me whenever we were in the missionary position, I had a love hate relationship with it. I sunk my nails into her back as I came and laid there breathless with her on top of me. She smiled and pulled out of me, I watched as she got off the bed and walked around the to stand behind me. She lifted me so she could pull my body closer to hers but instead of up, she had my back curving on the edge of the bed. She lifted my hips and legs once my hands were on the floor and brought them over my head. I was now in a half handstand while she held firmly on my thighs.

I didn't know what was happening but the next thing I knew my insides were being filled by Kwashie's strap and my hands were already weak. Her hands were steady and firm as she guided my hips up then back down to meet her stroke. I was screaming now and I was glad that it was the weekend and Sharon had gone home and Richard had left for whatever reason.

My breasts weren't big but they still managed to hit my chin with every stroke she took and all I could do was keep my palms flat on the ground allowing her vicious assault on my walls to continue, my screams stopped sounding like my own as my head got light from being in the position. It wasn't long before I was coming again screaming out Kwashie's name begging for mercy.

She waited for me to calm down before slowly bring my legs down. I waited until my head felt stable before getting up and pushing her for the unexpected position but really I was just using her as support because my legs were Jell-O.

"You don't look like you're ready to pass out as yet." She said.

"You look like you can't keep up." I said and instantly regretted it.

"If you can manage five more different positions then you win but if you fall asleep before..." she didn't finish. I knew how the sentence would end anyways.

"No backshots.." I said.

"Fine," she pouted.

We were back on the bed with Kwashie lying down and me sitting on her face. I couldn't lose, I didn't want to feed her ego. It was already big enough as it was.

I was sitting on the arm of the couch with my legs wrapped around Kwashie's waist as we fucked in what was probably the 7th and last position either of us could currently think of. My legs were aching, my clit was sensitive and my walls were sore yet still I was still moaning and finding pleasure in every stroke. We were sweating and I found my mind drifting to the air conditioner wondering if it was malfunctioning or if the sweat was the cause of our wild sexual activities.

"I'm coming..." Kwashie groaned out.

She admitted halfway through that I wasn't the only one feeling pleasure as the harness was rubbing against her clit bringing on her own climax. I smiled at that because I knew we both were even. I made sure to hold in my orgasm as long as possible until I felt her strokes becoming more hungry letting me know that she was going to cum.

My mind focused on the pleasure I was feeling and I felt my own climax building in my stomach. Kwashie was wild and needy as she fucked my orgasm out of me and hers as well. My legs went limp after I came off my sexual high and I held onto Kwashie's arm trying to catch my breath. She leaned into the sofa unable to manage her own weight yet still she was able to lift me up and take me to the bed. She unhooked her harness and got in beside me breathing heavily. I got on top of her and her amazed expression fueled the fire I had in me. I disappeared under the sheet and she didn't seem to object as I got between her legs and sucked her swollen clit between my lips. She grabbed my hair and sucked in a sharp breath.

I continued to gently suck at her clit then moving to lick up and down her slit cleaning up her juices from her previous orgasms. Her hips were now moving with my head and I flattened my tongue allowing her to ride my face and bring herself pleasure. I heard her cuss under her breath and her hand tugged at my short hair. I continued to lick and suck until she trembled every time my tongue moved.

I got from under the sheet and connected my lips with hers allowing her to taste herself. I fell to her side and she pulled me into her wrapping our legs together. Sleep came as soon as my head relaxed on her chest and our breathing was in sync.

"Hello?" I answered my phone to stop the loud ringtone that woke me from my peaceful rest. Kwashie stirred beside me but she didn't wake.

There was only crying, no one spoke. I lifted the phone from my head and saw Private. I slowly brought it back to my ear.

"Hello?" I said again.

The person was just breathing heavily now. My heartbeat skyrocketed from fear yet still I kept the phone pressed against my head.

"He doesn't belong to you." The feminine voice said before the call disconnected.

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Guys, I'm a vegetarian 🌱

That's why my characters are vegetarian or vegan but the reason I didn't do that for this book is because I wasn't too sure how veganism/vegetarianism is in Africa.

So enjoy weird African food mixes lol, not gonna lie we eat like that in the Caribbean too.