Twenty Six

                                    

                                          

"I don't think I can." Zubby bit his lip, not exactly meeting her gaze. 
Her brows furrowed slightly. "We've been having sex without condoms since, why is it a problem now? Is there something you're not saying?"
"I don't think I'll be able to pull out in time and you're ovulating. Truthfully, it's a mystery how you haven't gotten pregnant yet." He stared down at her. 
The furrows in her brows deepened. "How do you know I'm ovulating? Did you go through my phone?"
"I didn't. When you told me you had cramps the other day I logged it in a period tracker and I got an alert that you were ovulating yesterday."
She didn't know whether to swoon or be upset. Was this even normal? How would a man be totally invested in her like this? Or did he do it for all the women he slept with? Because why would he even have a period tracker? She pushed at his chest getting him off her, then pulled up the sheets to cover herself. Forget swooning, now that she was thinking about it, she was getting more upset. She was so pained that she was not the first woman he was with and felt at a disadvantage. This was her first relationship, situationship, whatever. But he'd been with so many women, she didn't want to attempt to count. 
"What's wrong?" He squinted at her, confused and a little bit upset. She could tell. "I really didn't go through your phone, ma. When you told me I just put it in the app. That's really all."
"So you just happen to have a period tracker? How do you manage all the dates? Or is it a different app for each of us?"
Zubby sat up, pulling the sheets too to cover his still erect penis. Even in what was slowly becoming an issue, he was still aroused. She shook her head, shifting her gaze elsewhere. 
"Ijeoma, you're the only woman I've fucked without a condom. I couldn't care less about the other women and their periods. I heard Ada and Chike talking about it and just installed the app. There's nothing else to it, I promise."
What he was saying sounded like a confession of some sort. She was special to him and he didn't care about the rest because he cared about her? Was that it? The thought sent her heart racing and she was fighting to keep her smile from forming. Was she catching feelings already? Why else would she be this happy to learn he somewhat cared about her?
"Are you mad at me?" he asked, turning to face her. She still didn't meet his gaze. "Because if you're still upset after I've explained, then I don't know what else to do."
"Show me the app."
"Really? You think I'm lying?"
"Fine. I don't care. You can have as many period trackers as you want for your many women. As long as you are not fucking them at the same time we are together. Because if you are, this whole thing would get called off."
"Ok ma. Can I go get the condoms now?"
She nodded. Zubby stood up so fast he almost fell over. Still, the man caught himself, all the while looking sexy as sin. He put his shorts on without boxers and she couldn't help the clenching in her pussy. Knowing he still had a hard on for her and going out like that just because of her was such a turn on. Ijeoma didn't understand why it was, but the whole situation had her toes curling. 
"Wait," she called out. "I'm on birth control, remember?"
He paused before slowly turning to her. "How'd I forget that?"
"I guess you have too many women you need to keep up with."
"You know that's not true."
"I don't know that. For all I know, you're rotating them like the way you change outfits."