His spirits dropped. “Why?”

Isn’t it obvious? “I’m not ready.”

“What do you mean you’re not ready?”

“I’m just not.” She was fixing her skirt.

“You just gulped nine inches of my dick like a pro and you tell me you’re not ready. What the hell, Jadish!”

“Hell is that way,” she spat, pointing at the floor. “Tell the adversary to morph into some pussy and fuck him ‘til you make babies. I’m not ready.”

“You’re pushing me away.”

Oh, no! I don’t want to lose him. What am I doing? But I’m scared; I don’t want to have sex yet. Why can’t he wait for me?

Girl, how long do you want him to
wait?

He was getting angrier by the second.
“Are you gay?”

His voice rose dangerously.

Deeply offended, she tucked her chin back, glaring at him with icy eyes.

“No, why?”

He reached the boiling point. “Then gimme the pussy! I’m your man! Let me fuck! Your body belongs to me!”

Drop dead! This is my body! “I’m not some ho! You don’t gotta yell and be rude.”

“I’m about to flip out. I need some pussy. From you.”

“Then join the circus if you’re about to flip out. Am I supposed to be scared? And I SAID NO!”

And I said no...!

And I said no...!

A glint of rage snapped in his subconscious and his body jolted to the upright position. His gorgeous eyes masked by the deception of the apt pupil.

Bile rising in his throat, he pressed the “emergency stop” button again and the elevator rose.

He refused to look at her.

She turned her back on him, wanting to run and hide.

When they got off on the ninth floor he stamped to their room. He refused to look at her. Fuck her. The hell with the cold-hearted, think-she’s-all-that-
tramp!

There were plenty hoes that would let him fuck. That’s the problem. They’re hoes, he thought, about to burst into tears.

I want to make love to a complete woman. I want Jadish to make me a whole man tonight. I’m tired of jacking my dick imagining what pussy feels like.

Time for the next step.

He rented out the Presidential Suite. It had a living room, kitchen, dining room, and two bedrooms.

Saying nothing he pulled out the keys and unlocked the door. Jadish thought gravely, I want to go home! I don’t want to be here with this insensitive man! All men want is pussy! Pussy pussy gahdamn pussy! I don’t crave
dick like men crave pussy! That’s just me. That’s why I masturbate. I do it on my gahdamn terms!

When she got inside he turned on all the lights and forty dozen roses were all over the place.

Some in vases, others on the bed. She nearly fainted from the surprise. She smiled so big she had to rub her forehead.

Her panties were wet; her body seemed to come alive then. He
looked at her reaction, getting even quieter.

Candles were lit, Maxwell singing on the radio.

“Fuck these flowers!” he yelled, crushing her happiness in the blink of an eye.

The smile died from her face. He felt like she was playing cock blocking games and he was a grown man.

He didn’t have time for the bullshit. He loved her.

Things were suddenly complicated.

“I should burn this fucking room to the ground!”

“Why?”

He was pleading his case. “I want to make love to you.”