Dirty Little Bitches
Chapter 9: The Break Up
9.1 Lovely Entanglement: Triangle
“Just tell me you were lying.” Jean Pierre said. “Tell me I wasn’t the best sex you ever had and I will leave you alone.” He said.
Aaliyah was speechless she knew how she felt and she knew what she had to do but too bad for her they were not the same thing. “I can’t tell you that.” Aaliyah said with a smile.
“I know you can’t not with a straight face anyway.” Jean Pierre laughed.
“But doesn’t mean we can be together though.” Aaliyah said sadly.
“Why not?” he asked. “What does that dude have that I don’t?” he questioned.
“My heart.” She stated not making eye contact.
Jean grabbed Aaliyah’s face and turned it towards him. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at her. “I thought you said that you loved me?” he asked hurt.
“I do I’m in love with you both but I couldn’t give you something Dominic had already taken.” She explained.
“So you are basically saying that he was here first.” Jean Pierre said angrily.
“Well I guess I am.” Aaliyah said.
“But I’m here now.” He said as he grabbed her by her neck and kissed her passionately. Jean Pierre kissed Aaliyah like he knew this was the last time he would ever see her. He slid his big strong hands up her dress and grabbed her thigh with force. “Let me have you one time.” He whispered in her ear as he lustfully ran his tongue down her neck. “Please.” He begged as she laid her body down on the plush leather seats and climbed on top of her.
“Ma’am we have arrived.” The driver said over the intercom.
Jean Pierre stared at Aaliyah who had no objections then he replied to the driver, ”Go a couple times around the block.”
“Yes sir.” The driver said as the drove past the packed club.
Aaliyah knew she was playing with fire by going on this date with Jean Pierre now she was being over taken by temptation. It had taken only a few minutes for her to break her promise to Dominic. She knew that she would feel horrible in the morning but at this moment as she moaned in ecstasy she regretted nothing. A part of her did not want to let Jean Pierre go and that part of her was saying one final stimulating goodbye in the back of her limousine.
Jean Pierre was like a drug that Aaliyah was addicted to. Everything about him turned her on from his muscular tan body to his thick French accent she was hooked. She and Dominic had never made love the way she and Jean Pierre did. Dominic wasn’t as attentive to what she needed in the bedroom he was selfish. But Jean Pierre paid close attention to her body he knew what would make her moan, what would make her cry and what would make her scream.
The driver drove around for almost twenty minutes before Aaliyah told him to go to the club. Aaliyah and Jean Pierre began to fix themselves up in the backseat trying their best to put on an innocent façade. As the limousine pulled up to the club and stopped Aaliyah looked at Jean Pierre and smiled while he ran his fingers through his hair trying to fix it. “It seems like you had something prove.” She said.
“I have already proved that I’m the better man that was just a reminder.” He replied with a cocky grin as the driver opened the door.