He looked sober, Tunji hardly looked sober, sober wasn't his thing, it has never been...oh but strong is his thing, confidence that always tiptoed around the borderlines of arrogance was his thing. I had made it clear, I didn't want a weak man, I wanted a strong man, he was such, physically and emotionally, sometimes I wonder if he cries, did he cry when his beloved mama passed away? I loved that about him, I loved his fire, I'm a very powerful woman and I would have never even looked at him twice had he been weak. He subdued me. I looked on in shock that afternoon, we had not seen each other for three months, it was long for both of us, we loved closure together. He loved kissing my neck as much as I loved his lips on my neck, he gave commands in the bedroom, he would say something like "take off your G-string, take off your shirt", I gave commands too, but I won't share that with you. Well, that afternoon he was humble, it irritated me. He sat on the red chair, he had a bottle of wine in his hands, his brown eyes hid behind some black shades. He came to apologise, he slept with my friend, she told me, we kept on being friends with her, but he knew that he had lost a dime. My heart is like a diamond, precious, yet hard, only a heart as strong as its kind could penetrate it. I listened to him blab about how he was drunk and lonely and upset with me typical! I would definitely have to strike back, and it has to be terrible, like giving his friend a sensual lap dance . I pulled him by the arm to my bedroom. We have done a lot of filthy things there. He was gonna have a taste of what he will be missing. We made love. He was pleasing me. I can't believe I was going to get back with him. Why does this man get to have it his way every damn time! My Fking Man!
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