"If you loved me , you wouldn't be standing here trying to feed me bullshit!" Samara screamed as tears fell down her cheeks.
Will let out a drawn out sigh. He hated when Samara got like this-for no reason.
"Really Samara?! Really?! For the last year I have done nothing but love you and try to be that man you need and deserve! Why would I would I fuck all of this up over some random bitch?" Will explained to Samara- it was evident that he had lost his patience.
"She's not fucking random!" Samara corrected. "She's your fucking ex-wife!". Samara's thoughts were racing at this point. That does make sense though. He's never put anyone or anything before me, she thought to herself.
Will and Samara had been in a relationship for a little over a year, but they have known one another since highschool and then became even closer friends in 2015 during Samara's divorce. They share a strong, some would say unbreakable mental and emotional bond. To be honest, their sexual attraction to one another is off the charts, but they never acted on anything prior to this past year.
For Samara, her relationship with Will has been the best she has ever had. Yes, her six year marriage to her highschool sweetheart included. Will loved her unconditionally and he was also her best friend. They could spend hours sitting around the house talking about random things, sometimes laughing so hard they could barely breathe; they could also just sit in silence and still be comfortable with one another. Perfect, right? No. There was one thing, well, person who seemed dedicated and devoted to seeing Will and Samara's demise--Will's crazy ex- wife Erica.
Erica and Will had been married for three and a half years before divorcing in 2016; Will and Erica did not have any children together, so Samara could not understand why they were still communicating and why Erica wanted to ruin what she and Will had built. Over the past year, Erica had slashed tires on both Will and Samara's cars, she spread rumors about Samara cheating on Will and even tried to sabatoge Will's career. Why is he still even bothered with this looney tunes bitch? Samara wondered.
"Man, chill. You act like I'm fucking this woman." Will stated calmly. " You out of all people should understand that I still have love for her. We used to be married -- I spent almost ten years of my life with her, married almost four." Will tried to explain.
Samara wasn't having it though. She hated how blunt and straightforward Will was at times, but it was also what had attracted her to him in the first place. She trusts him...well she used to trust him, until recently.
"Will, miss me with the bullshit okay? My ex husband and I are not even remotely close and we have a fucking daughter together...joint custody." Samara yelled. She always got loud when upset.
Ain't this some shit? Samara was in her head again. The nigga I married and divorced don't even think twice about me . We only communicate when its in regards to our daughter Ari. Otherwise, its radio silence.
" YOU married that bum nigga. We are not the same" Will snapped back.
"Okay." Samara pleaded. " I'm not about to start arguing about irrelevant shit. You know what point I was trying to make. Y'all shouldn't even be communicating. PERIOD." "It bothers me." Samara added, her voice now barely audible.
Will cracked a slight smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. "Awww, somebody is jealous" he said playfully as he inched behind Samara, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Samara tried to snatch away from Will." Nigga ain't nobody checking for your tired ass ex- wife...except you apparently"
Samara hated it when Will made her feel vulnerable . Over the years, she had learned to conceal her soft side and built walls around her heart. It was just something about Will though that made her feel safe-- she trusted him with her heart; and that shit scared the hell out of her. He had knocked down every wall she had tried to put up with him--he was a man's man.
Will took this opportunity to slide his hands up Samara's sundress, moving her thong to the side. "ooh shit" Will stated seductively as he started to circle her clit with his thumb and inserted three fingers inside her simultaneously.
"You know you make my dick hard when you get mad right?" he whispered into Samara's ear with a raspy tone. Samara bit her bottom lip and used her right hand to balance herself on a living room cabinet.
"Will you so fucking nasty" she said blissfully.
"And you love that shit about me,right" Will replied before picking Samara up and placing her on top of a cabinet, sending all the pictures and decor crashing to the floor. Will then proceeded to kiss Samara as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his growing dick.
Will used his tongue and traced it from the nape of her neck, kissing her body in between until his tongue met her clit. Samara instantly moaned in ecstasy as she felt the wetness of Will's tongue; Will alternated between licking, kissing and sucking Samara's clit until she released her sweet cream into his mouth.
"Mmhm" Will groaned in a sexy baritone lifting his head up, now rubbing Samara's juices deeper into his full beard. "I love tasting you".
No sooner afterwards, Will slid himself into Samara and started grinding slowly.
"Oh my fucking God" Samara yelled. "Omg Will, you feel so good...fuck me harder!"
Will giggled to himself as he obliged and went deeper and faster. This girl is a mess. She always talks shit but never passes up an opportunity to get dicked down, he thought.
Several minutes passed before Samara was squirming and moaning "I'm about to come", before her body went limp. Seconds later, Will climaxed as well.
" Are we good now?" he whispered into Samara's ear.
Samara pushed Will off of her and pulled her dress down over her hips."Ugh, you irritate my soul. I'm going to go shower."
Will laughed. "Baby, I'm just playing".
"Whatever". Samara stated. "Everything is not a joke all the time", she added as she ascended the stairs with Will following behind her.
In their bedroom, Will listened for the water from the shower and waited another minute before he pulled out his cellphone and pressed the contact call button.
" Hey you!" Erica answered, unable to hide her excitement. "Finally got away?" she asked.
Will sighed. "Look Erica, I don't know what has gotten into you, but there is nothing going on in between us and there will never be. I'm with and in love with Samara now" he asserted. "You gotta stop with the bullshit, I don't understand what the fuck is going on, but you divorced me".
Erica had to take pause before responding in order to avoid seeming like a crazy person.
"Why are you calling me then Will? Why do you answer my phone calls and reply to my
text messages then?" Erica asked. "You know you're still in love with me, otherwise you
would not have anything to do with me" she continued. "People make mistakes --- we should have never divorced. Let me make this right" Erica pleaded.
Will sighed again and said nothing because he was about to call Erica all types of bitches. At this point, he could not believe what he was hearing from his ex- wife--- she had asked for their divorce. She had told him that he wasn't husband material and would never be the man she needed and wanted because he had chosen to get his IT business off the ground first before trying to start a family with her. There had never been any type of abuse or infidelity.
Will let out a little laugh. "Bro, get the fuck off my line. I'm blocking you Erica" he stated coldly before ending the call.
"Hey babe." Samara's voice caused Will to jump slightly. "You okay?" Samara asked Will.
"Yeah,yeah, I'm all good. My homeboy just called me on some bullshit" Will lied, praying Samara believed him.
"Oh okay" Samara responded as she crawled in the bed and snuggled under Will."You're not gonna wash your ass though?" she laughed.
Will playfully pushed Samara away. "Get your ass off of me then." he said, rising from the bed to go into their en suite.
"Love you too" Samara called out before turning over to her side of the bed to get comfortable.