Ethic 3

by Ashley Antoinette

Such a high-quality man. Even his drawers.

Everything about her was bewildering. Her presence in his life went against every code he had ever lived by. She made him break rules, she required that he move in a way that

made him uncomfortable, a way that made him relinquish control, a way that forced him to trust her

With her, he acted from a place of emotion. It was dangerous.

He wasn’t afraid of the work it would take to dismantle the walls she had built around her heart.

A woman multiplied what a man gave her.

A woman multiplied what a man gave her.

A woman didn’t nectar for a man that wasn’t meant to pick her fruit.

A woman didn’t nectar for a man that wasn’t meant to pick her fruit.

His exhales became her inhales. He was teaching her to breathe. If he had to breathe for her forever he would.

His exhales became her inhales. He was teaching her to breathe. If he had to breathe for her forever he would.

Nah, this wasn’t universal love making. This was for her. This was about her.

Her pussy was his pacifier and the way he was moaning at her flavor told her that only she could satisfy him in this way.

he pulled her first orgasm from her soul.

he pulled her first orgasm from her soul.

“I can’t let this goooo,” she cried out.

Her burden became his to resolve because he didn’t come with any shorts in his manhood. He was both the rock that crushed her and the one to keep her sturdy.

“Breathe. Focus on pulling in new energy and blowing out the bullshit,”

“Breathe. Focus on pulling in new energy and blowing out the bullshit,”

I’m not leaving,” he said. “I’ll fix what I broke and what they broke too.”

I’m not leaving,” he said. “I’ll fix what I broke and what they broke too.”

“There could be an entire girlfriend on my arm and I’d leave her standing right there to shoot my shot with you.”

You hear me?” he asked.

He was built and bred in the streets.

Ethic ached for her and it was unlike any void he had ever felt in his life.

“I love her more than everyone,” Ethic admitted. YaYa sucked in angst, as his words cracked her heart like rocks to a window pane.

the brown eyes of another had given him a peek into a soul so genuine that everything else felt like a knockoff.

Alani’s was higher, however…Alani’s was a throne.

Once a woman has kids, it’s like a light is flicked on inside her. It’s a love that’s consistent and pure. A connection that needs no explanation. It just fulfills you. I can’t explain it. It’s like it completes you. Your child is the one person that will never abandon you. You get to see the world through new eyes and it’s so much better the second time around.

A mother quote

“You’re just half filled. You attached yourself to a man that doesn’t pour into you.

WOW 😳

I compensate for what he’s not giving you and you love me for it. You want me for it, because you know that it doesn’t take anybody else but me to keep you at 100, to make you feel secure, to keep you full.

WOW 😳

It took him too long to change into the man you needed him to be and you built up walls to protect yourself from the man he was. He damaged the best parts of you in the beginning. He’s a different man now but, unfortunately for him, you’re different now too. The hurt he put on you has changed you.

WOW 😳

“I am in love with her. In love, YaYa. In. Submerged in. Dissolved in. Parts of her have melted into me so I couldn’t separate the sentiment from her on the darkest day. She’s in me.

OHMIGAWD 😍😍😍

That means you and everybody else that was inside my heart before her had to get out,” Ethic explained. “The way I love her doesn’t leave room for anyone else.”

It was ego that caused a man to think he was functioning at a high enough capacity in a relationship to give pieces of himself to a third party.

EGO

If a woman had even one complaint, one insecurity, one area in which she was unfulfilled, then her man wasn’t doing his part. Ethic always believed in satisfying the one he was with.

😳

In his experience, when a woman was loved correctly, she would give a man all he needed to not stray.

In his experience, when a woman was loved correctly, she would give a man all he needed to not stray.

“Some people can stay in your heart but not your life,”

“Some people can stay in your heart but not your life,”

somehow, he had doubled back…she

somehow, he had doubled back…

The way he looked at her, like she was the most exquisite version of a woman he had ever seen, intimidated her.

You couldn’t ‘un-love’ a man like Ethic.

You couldn’t unlearn the value he made his woman feel.

Once a woman experienced the presence of a real man, her life changed.

“I get it. She’s your happiness. She loves you.”

she is 100 percent in love with you.

with her, I know your heart will be okay.

“You’re a good enough friend to keep that promise and I’m a good enough friend to never abuse your loyalty.

“Fuck options. Fuck the bullshit. Fuck her. She’s not a threat. She’s a friend that I kept time with, briefly, before you. I want you. Now, what you gon’ do with that information? I want to eat your pussy on top of this countertop and move your things in, in the morning. You ready? What’s up? Because you can’t say no to those things but demand answers when you see me with another woman.”

What’s up? I’ll answer every question you got. I won’t lie, I won’t omit, I am an open book with my woman,

Loving her was the most potent thing he had ever felt.

He didn’t want Dolce, or YaYa, or Raven. Fuck ‘em all.

“Fear ain’t love, Lenika, and I can’t lay a finger on your body unless you feel love behind my touch.”

She was a black woman and they were the most vicious with their tongues. Their words were weapons that they used to protect themselves when black men failed

to do so. They were so deadly because they were dipped

in the resentment of ab...

Fathers who left, boyfriends who cheated, husbands who broke vows, sons who disappointed, it all contributed to the generations worth of black women who shot those deadly words at black men. Black men had failed to protect black women and all...