Unknown by Shante Harris Page A

seemed to faze him, although I could see his tanned white skin turning redder by the minute. He lowered his head as if he was trying to cool down from the blow he had received. A short laugh ran across his lips behind his tongue. If he were a different type of man, I wouldn't have been able to breathe anymore.
    If he were Brian, I would've been dead. Nevertheless, when he raised his head up haunting me with his eyes, I was beyond scared straight. I had never seen Chino so damn angry, but I had a right to be angry too. He should've been walking away like he always did. It was his way of getting the message, needing time to blow off steam and process the conversation.
    “You are not about to put this on me.” Chino began calmly. “You have issues dealing with the death of our first child and I get that. But, you are not about to stand there and make me the bad guy for something that I had no control over. I didn’t say anything about the disease because honestly I forgot about it and our child getting it was the furthest thing from my mind.”
    “Chino—“
    “Don’t think for one second that I would purposely try to endanger the life of a child of mine.” Chino punched the kitchen sink, leaving the marble countertop unscathed, as his green eyes appeared to turn fiery red to me.
    “It is your fault just as well as it is mine, Chino. We should have never had kids and you know it.”
    He leaned into my face grabbing my cheeks firmly squeezing them in a fish face, before meeting my lips with his. I did not want to kiss him, but his hands went wildly all over my body. The more he frantically pressed and held me close to his body the more I tried to push him away. His hands searched all over my body, reaching around digging the large boats into the crack of my ass, attempting to cavity search me. I managed to move my face so he could not taste my lips again. That only prompted him to pull me closer so that he could bite the shit out of my neck. He was as persistent as a hungry ape desperately reaching for bananas off of a tree he knows he can't reach. That doesn't deter him from trying though.
    “Stop! Let me go. Stop it,” I said steadily struggling to push him off of me.
    “I love you, Starla. I love you baby.”
    “Get the fuck off of me! Stop.”
    "I love you, Starla. I love you baby."
    He stuck his hand down into my jeans trying to finger my already swollen sore pussy. His fingers struggled to get in there to reach my clit, and with the first flick of his finger I kneed him very close to his dick. Chino jumped back so that I would not try it again, then abruptly let me go all together, shoving me in the process. He sent me hurling across the kitchen sink; my torso bent hovering over the bowl. We were both breathing heavily, hawking each other down waiting to see the next move of the other. His stare only plagued my thoughts on what he was thinking. What was he trying to accomplish by doing that?
    Chino shot a serial killer like smile at me, as he reached up stuffing the pussy juice drenched finger in his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, teasing his fingers sucking off any and all drippings that were on it. Once he was done, he blew me an air kiss before waving me off, grabbing his brown leather wallet off the kitchen counter and stuffing it down in his pocket.
    I thought about stopping him, telling him that we needed to talk about this especially before he tried to use sex to fix it, but my pride would not allow it. Instead I let him storm off, snatching up his gym bag from off the floor near the kitchen entrance and heading out slamming the front door behind him. He shut it so hard that the glass window in it almost shattered.
    If I were paying more attention, I would have noticed the gym bag on the floor earlier, the dirty breakfast dishes in the sink, and his wallet on the counter. His gym bag though? So he was going outside to workout. He hated that sort of thing. People watching him sweat was something he