Her love - Maia Paige (ebook reader web .txt) 📗

falling on her face. That beautiful face…

She rolled her eyes and squinted at me. “Do you want to go get some lunch after I finish?” I smiled, taking my hand in hers.

Mariya wasn’t always easy to deal with, but she was mine.

 

three

 

Mariya

I checked my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time. Only a minute had passed. “Two o’ clock needs to come sooner.” I mumbled, locking my phone back. I spend all day and night working on that damn report and my professor decides to postpone class at the last minute. College was so aggravating at times.

At least Georgia State had a beautiful campus. It wasn’t too hot and wasn’t too cold today. It was perfect. Well, weather wise anyway. My eyes fell from the cloudy sky to the vibrating phone on my lap. Adriana’s name flashed on the screen and a small smile instantly appeared on my face.

 

It was just a simple text. Good afternoon. Hope you’re having a good day. I sent a quick reply wishing her the same. It was the little things she did that made me appreciate our relationship. Although I’d never thought I see myself in a relationship with another woman. Well, as they say never say never.

I found myself looking up at the sky again. The sun was starting to peek out from the clouds. Before I had the chance to continue my cloud watching a bright light reflected in my eyes. The light came from a sleek black car that just parked in the lot across from her. Nice taste. I could appreciate a nice car when I saw one. Even though I hadn’t been attending GSU for long, I was still familiar with most of the cars that were around during my class times. I wasn’t familiar with this one.

 

The windows were tinted, which kept me from identifying the driver any sooner. My eyes kept a steady gaze on the car as I waited for the driver to exit. A tall, lanky tattooed figure emerged from the car in a matter of minutes. He looked familiar. Really familiar… And then it clicked. “The guy from the club last week.” I mumbled, still looking in his direction.

Isis would have given me hell for even forgetting the guy. I cringed slightly, remembering the lecture I

 

received after the encounter. Isis wasn’t against my relationship with Adriana, but she wasn’t a big fan either. She always kept it respectful though, never over stepping her bounds.

I didn’t realize my eyes had fell until I looked back up. And what a sight I was looking into. My eyes ending up locking with my.. well, what could I call him? Admirer? Yeah, lets go with that. Our eyes locked if only for a second. He kept his gaze fixed on my face, that same cocky smirk etched on his lips. Within a few short minutes he was towering over me, that damn smirk still on his face.

 

"Wassup, ma?" 

"My name isn’t "ma". I said, pursing my lips. I didn’t hear it that night, but he had a strong New Orleans accent. I thought it was sexy as fuck, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

He shrugged, seeming unnerved. “Well, I would call you by your name, but you wasn’t letting a nigga have it.”

"Even Tramp introduced himself to Lady before he whisked her away into the city."

His eyebrows arched at my comment. “You comparing me to a dog?” I shrugged. “If the shoe fits.” He had to be offended. Most of the men that approached her were by now. He’d be calling me a bitch and saying how he didn’t want me anyway in a few seconds. Nothing new.

 

To my surprise he did neither. He gave a completely different reaction from what I expected. He chuckled. “Well, I can’t even lie and say I’ve been a perfect gentleman my whole life.” He replied, digging his hands in his pockets. “I’ve been called worse.”

"At least you’re honest." 

"Thanks, ma. Now you gonna tell me you’re name or nah?"

"Nah." I answered, smirking a little. "You good."

 

He didn’t answer at first. Instead he tilted his head a bit and looked beside me. I was confused until he spoke again. “Why you so apprehensive, Ms.Owens?” I was about to ask how, but then I remembered. My student ID was hanging off my bag, looking over at said bag I noticed my first name was hidden by a strap.

Looking back to him, I noticed that same annoying ass smirk on his face. Against my own wishes, I let out a small chuckle. “I guess you win this round.”

 

He only smiled in return. “Guess I do, Ms.Owens.”

"Mariya. My first name is Mariya." I shook my head. "Being called by my last name makes me feel old." 

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes. "I’m August Alsina, it’s nice to officially meet you." He smiled and I could see why women were probably enamored by him. He was tall, easily six feet and lanky, but not too skinny. Tattoos of different sizes covered his arms and she could see one peeking out the collar of his shirt. I tilted my head to get a better look at him. A cluster of curls adorned the top of his head and his skin was gorgeous. And his lips were so plump and looked so smooth. August was a gorgeous man and I couldn’t deny that.

 

"Like what you see?" He questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice. Had I really been staring that long? I felt my face flush a bit before I got my excuse ready. "I always inspect my surroundings, Mr. Alsina. That includes settings and people."

 

He smirked for the umpteenth time. “Sure, Ms.Owens.” He shook his head a bit. “Whatever you say.” 

I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could my alarm went off. It was two already? Time sure does fly. I gathered my bag and my phone before standing up. I could feel August’s eyes on me the entire time. “Unfortunately, our little chat will have to end here. Class is calling.” I nodded my head and turned to walk. 

 

"So, I can’t get your number?" He called out. "Nope, that’s not appropriate considering my situation." I replied, stopping in my tra

August

I stood there watching her walk away for a moment. She was definitely something. Women were usually ripping my clothes off the moment I spoke to them. Mariya barely blinked in my presence. She seemed like the aloof type to me. She was strong and blunt, something I wasn’t used to in a woman. Well, excluding my mother of course.

 

I had to remember to thank Professor Hawkins. If it wasn’t for him contacting me for this special assignment he was doing, I wouldn’t have even got this chance to meet with her. Sure she only gave me her name and a lil more attitude, but at least he had the good fortune of knowing they attended the same school. I pulled my black iPhone 5s out my pocket and checked the time. He had to get a move on and make this class.

 

The business section of the school wasn’t a far and I made it there in a few minutes. I greeted a few of my fellow peers as I made my way to the front of the class. The Professor turned around to nod his head at me and I returned the gesture.

 

Professor Hawkins was not your usually professor. He was a jovial man that made lectures feel like an adventure. I guess that’s one of the reasons I didn’t mind sittin’ through a two hour class. The other reason? The nigga was real as fuck. All the other Professors taught you the bullshit straight out the book. My nigga Hawkins told you the raw shit, what he experienced in life. I had a deep respect for that man.

Said man had begun speaking and announcing his new project to the class. I listened halfheartedly since he already told his group about the project earlier. Somewhat bored I found myself looking forward at the class. I noticed a few faces in the first row, mostly female. My eyes stopped when I reached the middle seat of the second row.

 

Out of all the people to be sitting on front of him. Mariya. I watched her scribble down something in a notebook and then she looked up. Their eyes met for the second time that day. I flashed her a toothy smile. She only rolled her eyes and went back to whatever she was writing. That damn attitude. Shit was sexy as fuck to me, but also annoying as fuck. Oh, well. He’d fuck it out of her sooner or later.

 

"So, with that being said it’s time to announce who’s partnered with who." Finally. I was eager to see who’d I have to deal with for a semester. Hawkins project was a good idea tho. An undergraduate student would be partnered with a graduate student and shadow them at their place of business. Let them get a feel for a management position and all that good shit.

 

"Melanie Sanders and Alicia Johnson."

And the winners to the raffle were being announced.

"Adrian Jones and Taylor Maloney."

"Mariya Owens and August Alsina." Hawkins went on to say to the other names, but I blocked him out.

 

Our eyes immediately locked at the sounds of our respective names being called. I studied her face. She kept a steady gaze on me, no sign of dread or aggravation. I figured she was cursing her luck for getting stuck with me in her head. I smiled at her again, which she didn’t return.

 

That was fine. I was too busy thanking my nigga Hawkins in my head for this shit. He really came through for a nigga.

cks. Adriana would have a fit and I didn’t have time for her temper. "I just wanna get to know you." I scoffed. "You want to get to know my pussy, not me. I’m not stupid." He bit down on his lip, still staring at me. "I won’t deny that."

I smiled a bit. I did appreciate his honesty. “See you around, Mr.Alsina.”

"See you, Ms. Owens."

 

 

 

four

 

August

"Is being stuck with me really that bad?"

"I never said it was, Mr. Alsina."

"You ova’ there pouting like it is, Ms. Owens."

As soon as I arrived and picked Mariya up from GSU’s parking lot, she’d been pouting. All he got was a simple “hello” and then nothing. She was sitting in the passenger seat, glued