Voodou Barbie
Miami was already teaching him that new beginnings could get complicated fast.
For the next two days, Eric’s apartment felt like a tomb. The same bare walls he had barely noticed when he first moved to Miami now closed in on him, silent and accusing. He barely ate. Sleep came in restless fragments. Every time he closed his eyes, the memories flooded him with painful clarity: Kayla’s warm, deep-caramel skin glowing in the lamplight, the comforting weight of her thick, luscious thigh draped over him as she slept with her head resting on his chest, the way she’d wake him in the middle of the night by sliding under the sheets and taking him into her warm mouth before climbing on top and riding him slow and deep until he filled her again. Then the softer memories hit even harder her soft laugh in the kitchen while she cooked breakfast wearing nothing but a crop top and panties, the easy, comfortable silence between them, the way she handed him the spare keys to her house like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He felt empty. Hollow. Regret sat heavy in his chest like a stone.
On the evening of the third day, the guilt and longing finally became unbearable. He picked up his phone with trembling fingers.
**Eric:** Hey… how you been?
**Kayla:** Fine.
The single-word reply landed like a punch. He tried again.
**Eric:** I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.
**Kayla:** Okay.
She wasn’t ignoring him. She wasn’t cruel. She was just… guarded. Distant. The warm, flirty, passionate Zoe energy that had swept him up so completely was gone, replaced by short, neutral answers. The vibe felt cold, like she had pulled back to protect her heart. Eric stared at the screen for a long time, throat tight with emotion.
That night he sat alone in the dark on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, eyes stinging with tears he refused to let fall. The full weight of what he’d done crashed over him.
*Was I really that insecure? Did I just prove her right become exactly the kind of guy she said she didn’t want?*
He thought about all the men out there scrolling through Instagram, lusting after thick, beautiful Zoe girls like Kayla women with pretty faces, wide hips, and fat, perfect asses wishing they could experience even one night of what he had been given so freely. Yet he had thrown it away out of fear. She had cooked for him every single morning with her own money, never asked him for a dime, never hinted at wanting gifts, never played games. She gave him keys to her home after just days. She opened her body and her life to him completely.