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Obsessive Behavior Saga
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
KINDRAH
AMARI
EDWARD
KINDRAH
TANISHA
MEESHA
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
TANISHA
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
TANISHA
AMARI
TANISHA
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
TANISHA
AMARI
KINDRAH
TANISHA
AMARI
KINDRAH
ANTWAN
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
TANISHA
KINDRAH
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
TANISHA
AMARI
AMARI
KINDRAH
SHELBY
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
DRAMA
KINDRAH
SHELBY
KINDRAH
SHELBY
DRE
KINDRAH
KELSEY
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
SHELBY
KINDRAH
TANISHA
AMARI
KINDRAH
KINDRAH
AMARI
KINDRAH
AMARI
AMARI
KELSEY
AMARI
KELSEY
AMARI
KELSEY
AMARI
KELSEY
LEXI
AMARI
KELSEY
LEXI
AMARI
KELSEY
LEXI
KELSEY
AMARI
LEXI
AMARI
EDWARD
AMARI
AMARI
LEXI
KELSEY
AMARI
KELSEY
DR. K
LEXI
KINDRAH
MEEKA
AMARI
LEXI
KINDRAH
LEXI
AMARI
LEXI
AMARI
LEXI
MEEKA
AMARI
AMARI
LEXI
KELSEY
AMARI
LEXI
AMARI
LEXI
AMARI
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KINDRAH
Amari called me and said he just wanted to hear my voice, being that he hadn’t spoken to me all day. I wished I could tell him how I felt about him, but I knew I would be going against everything I believed in. I felt that no woman should pursue a man who was already involved with someone else. Amari and I shared a special friendship. We hung out together, we called each other all the time, and we gave each other advice pertaining to the relationships that we were in. I fell in love with him without even trying, if that makes any sense. I knew he had feelings for me as well, but I didn’t know if he felt the same way I felt.
Anyway, let me stop daydreaming and get back to work, I thought. I hadn’t done anything since his call.
I left work at 6 p.m. and went to the gym for about an hour. As soon as I made it home, I called Amari to see what he had planned for the evening. He said he and his father were going to catch a movie and asked if I wanted to join them. I didn’t have any plans, so I accepted.
After I got out of the shower and before getting dressed, I called Raj to let him know I would be going out with Amari and his dad. He didn’t sound too pleased, but what he failed to realize was that he was always working. I really hated coming home to an empty house. We didn’t live together, but it would feel good to have him spend the night with me at least twice a week. Shit, we barely saw each other because I worked days and he worked evenings. I knew he felt some kind of way about my friendship with Amari, but he never stressed me because he knew Amari and I were friends when I met him.
One day I was picking Amari up from work because his car was at the shop, and I saw this fine chocolate brotha in front of his building. When I say fine, I mean fine as shit. He was six foot one with a dark brown complexion and light brown eyes. I knew I was looking cute in my Juicy Couture shorts that hugged my hips just right, so I stepped out of the car even though I didn’t have a reason to. Once he saw me, it was a wrap. We exchanged numbers, and we’d been together for two years now. He never voiced his dislike of my friendship with Amari, but even if he did, I wouldn’t stop being friends with Amari. We had a pact that no matter who we got involved with, we would not let them come between our friendship.
Now, Amari’s girlfriend, Tanisha, had a very big problem with our relationship. She did all types of petty bullshit with her insecure ass. I told him to leave that childish little girl alone and find him a real woman. What I really wanted to tell him was he should find someone like his best friend—me.
AMARI
Kindrah parked her car in the garage and came in because we had to wait on my dad, who was driving us to the theatre. I heard a car and thought my dad was pulling up outside, but when I opened the door, I saw it was Tanisha.
Here we go. I was praying I didn’t have to get into an argument with this girl.
“Hey, babe.” She greeted me and gave me a kiss. We were good until she saw Kindrah come out of the house.
“Why the fuck is she here?” she asked, clearly irritated.
“Tanisha, please don’t start. I told you I was going to the movies with my dad tonight,” I said, hoping she would just go in the house.
“Yes, you did, but you failed to mention that Kindrah would be going.”
Kindrah just shook her head. She knew Tanisha was about to show her ass, but she didn’t say anything because we went through this all the time.
It was not just Tanisha; it was like no one could accept or believe that we were just friends because of how close we were.
“Look, Tanisha, you can either come with us or go in the house with all that bullshit. And why the fuck is your ass home early anyway?”
“First off, don’t worry about why the fuck I’m home early. And if you wanted me to go, you would have invited me, so don’t stand here and fucking act as if you want me to go. Every time I turn around, you’re in this bitch’s face and using your fucking father so that I think it’s nothing, but I’m getting sick of this bullshit.”
Kindrah gave me a look that said, Get her before I do.
“Tanisha, take your ass in the house. Believe what the fuck you want to believe,” I said, letting her know that the conversation was over.
She ran up the steps and slammed the door. My dad was just pulling into the driveway. How fucking convenient. If his ass would have been there twenty minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have had to deal with that crazy broad. I loved her, but she was fucking tripping all the time. I was pissed off and embarrassed at the same time. She always showed out in front of our neighbors.
EDWARD
Here I was, bearing witness to my son’s attitude because of him and Tanisha arguing about Kindrah once again. I kind of felt sorry for Tanisha because I could really understand how she felt about my son and his “best friend.” Anyone with eyes could see that they had something going on. The way Kindrah looked at him and the way she laid her head on his shoulder through the entire movie had me convinced, but my son insisted on telling me that they were just friends. Was I convinced? Hell no, and his ass should have been more careful. If he was telling the truth, he didn’t know that Kindrah was in love with him. I had to have a man to man with my son to see what was really going on. If he and Kindrah were in fact more than friends, I didn’t want him involving me. I liked Tanisha, and I didn’t want her to think that I was out here helping my son have a relationship with Kindrah when they were claiming to only be friends.
KINDRAH
When I got home from the movies, Raj was in the living room watching ESPN. I could tell he had been drinking. I walked into the bedroom and started undressing. He walked in the room, stared at me for
about a second, then grabbed me from behind and started kissing my neck. He was asking me if I had a good time while continuing to kiss me. I really wasn’t in the mood. Anytime I went out with Amari, I liked to come home and think about him. Just the thought of him gave me a tingling sensation between my legs.
Raj must have thought I was responding to him because he finished undressing me. He began caressing my now erect nipples as he sucked on them nice and slow. As he laid me down on the bed, he began to slowly make his way down my body, kissing every inch until he reached between my legs. Don’t get me wrong, Raj had it going on when it came to making love, but my mind was on the real love of my life.
I closed my eyes and made love to Amari. I know it was wrong to sleep with Raj while thinking of another man, but my love for Raj was physical, while Amari had my mind, body, and soul. It killed me knowing he belonged to someone else.
Don’t look at it as me stringing Raj along, because I was not. In the beginning of our relationship, he was involved with someone, but he lied to me and told me that he wasn’t. He only broke up with the female after we made it official. By the time I found out the truth, it was too late; I was already feeling him. But now, between his work schedule and spending time with his daughter, he hadn’t really been giving me the attention that I craved—not to mention the fact that I always caught him lying about everything.
Raj was asleep, something he always did right after sex. There was no, “Do you want something to drink?” or, “Do you need a washcloth?” There damn sure was no cuddling. Just straight to sleep. I had gotten up to go in the bathroom to shower when my phone chirped, telling me I had a text message. I smiled at his name on the screen. It read:
Hey. Just wanted to say thanks for hanging out with me and my old man. LOL. And I apologize for Tanisha being disrespectful, and I appreciate how you handled it. I know you said nothing on the strength of me. She was really out of line, and the situation could have gotten out of hand. Again, thanks for being you.
I closed the phone without responding because my feelings were now all over the place. Oh, how I loved me some him.
TANISHA
This Negro had some fucking nerve walking in here smelling like that bitch’s perfume. Amari must have really thought I was fucking stupid. If nothing was going on, why did he fail to mention that Kindrah was going when he told me he and his dad were going to the movies? He didn’t expect me to get home early. He figured he would have left before I got home from work, but I had to leave early because I wasn’t feeling well. It only made matters worse that I had to come home to see this bitch looking at me with that smirk on her face. You damn right I went off, and I was hoping that bitch popped off; but she didn’t because she knew Amari was going to come to her defense like he always did. I fell back when I saw the look that Amari was giving me for calling his precious Kindrah a bitch.
I thought twice about continuing the name calling when I realized I was playing myself in front of the neighbors once again, so I just went inside and slammed the door. But to see Amari not even consider my feelings and still leave with that bitch, my feeling were hurt again. I didn’t cry this time. I had no tears left.
Amari and Kindrah’s friendship would be done sooner or later. I was going to break up this “friendship” one way or another. Mark my words—this shit was going to stop.
MEESHA
Karen called to ask if I wanted to go to the club. She was starting to get on my nerves. Every weekend she called, asking me to go out. I knew she was only doing what best friends do, but after losing the love of my life, I really didn’t have the strength to go out and start meeting men, let alone date anyone.
“Listen here, chica. I will be at your house at exactly eleven p.m., and you better be ready to go. I’m tired of you going to work and then coming home sulking. Trey is gone. I understand how you’re feeling, but Me-Me, it’s been almost eight months. Come on, baby girl, it’s time for you to get out of this funk. I’m not saying go out and fuck the first man you see. I’m not even saying go out and meet anyone. Just come out and hang with the girls. We miss you.”
I held the phone in my hand, all teary-eyed, but I agreed to go out.
I showered and decided that I wasn’t going to get all dressed up. The less attention I received, the better. I wore some black spandex with an open-back red halter top. I slid into my four-inch heels that I had picked up from Baker’s the day before. Once Karen, Stephanie, and Tisha got to my house, we were ready to go.
All eyes were on us as we walked into the club. We all looked good, and Stephanie’s homeboy, Kevin, got us VIP status, so that was a plus. The waitress came by with a bottle of Coconut Cîroc and some Absolut, compliments of Kevin. I wasn’t much of a drinker, so I sipped on my drink, thinking about my baby Trey. I missed him so much. Steph and Trina were on the dance floor, doing what they did best, looking for their next sleeping partners.
As I looked across the room, I noticed a group of guys from my job. I recognized Raj, Vince, Amari, and a couple of other familiar faces. It must have been some type of birthday party for one of the guys because I never saw Raj and Amari really hang like that. I knew Amari and Raj’s girl, Kindrah, were cool, but that’s about it. Raj always made small talk whenever I would see him at work, but I was always in a somber mood, so I really didn’t give anyone the time of day. I just did my job and went home.
The guys were now posted up two tables down from where I was sitting. Raj noticed me and walked over, starting to make small talk again. He seemed nervous. I smiled to myself, thinking, How cute. I didn’t know if it was because I was sipping, but he was actually handsome. I never really noticed before. He sat with me for the rest of the evening, and we talked about everything but work. I really enjoyed his company. I felt safe with him, knowing he had a girlfriend.
His cell went off, and when I heard him saying that he was still at the party and “Your boy Amari is here too,” I knew he was speaking to his girl. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I choked it up real fast. He ended the call, told me he had to go, and that he would see me at work.
KINDRAH
Raj thought I had an attitude with him, but I didn’t. I was upset once he told me that Amari was at the club. I’d been calling his ass all night, and he had yet to answer. When Raj went into the bathroom to shower, I texted Amari to call me ASAP. It took him all of five minutes to call back, and as soon as I said hello, he knew I was upset. He started apologizing, saying that he didn’t hear the phone because of the music. I was just happy to hear his voice, so I didn’t make a big deal about it. We talked for a few more minutes, and I told him I would speak with him later.
Raj came out of the bathroom, hopped into bed, and was out within minutes. I just stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the true love of my life. I was really tired of living this lie I called my life. No matter how hard I tried, this lonely and empty feeling was a constant reminder of what I wanted and what I was missing. I had tried talking to Raj on several occasions, telling him that I wanted and needed more in the relationship. He always promised to be more attentive and do better as far as us doing things together as a couple, but to no avail. So when he had an issue with me hanging out with Amari more than I hung with him, I didn’t feel bad. How many times did I have to tell him that I didn’t feel like we were together as boyfriend and girlfriend? It felt like more of a roommate arrangement when he did decide to stay over.
AMARI
When I got in, I saw that Kindrah had called several times, and then she texted me to give her a call. I spoke with her for a few, and when I hung up the phone, it seemed as if Tanisha had other plans. She pushed me back on the bed and started undressing me. She kissed my neck, then moved up to my lips and kissed me like she was never going to see me again. I returned her kiss and removed her nightgown, noticing she wasn’t wearing any panties. As if on cue, my dick poked at my jeans, begging to be released; but this was Tanisha’s show, so I let her do her thing.
She began teasing the head of my penis, licking in a circular motion and sucking the head like it was a lollipop. I closed my eyes as I felt her deep-throat my joint without gagging. I grabbed her head as I fucked her mouth until I came, and she swallowed every drop. I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I loved it.