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  “My ex liked this shit,” I said.

  “She got good taste then,” Sade said and reached for the bottle.

  “Fuck yeah, she did. She was ridin’ with me,” I said and handed her the bottle then sat back down on the chair across from her.

  “So, what happened with her?” she asked as she poured her drink.

  “We just didn’t work out,” I answered with a shrug.

  She didn’t say anything, and I looked up to see her looking at me sideways.

  “What?” I asked and put down my glass.

  There has to be a reason. How long were you guys together?”

  “About a year,” I said. “And I wasn’t in love like that. She was cool people, but she didn’t really keep my interest. Know what I mean?”

  “Oh, so you cheated,” she said all matter of factly.

  “I mean, yeah, I stepped out on her. I know I shouldn’t have, but shit happens,” I said.

  She shook her head. “That’s never an excuse. If you aren’t happy, you should just leave,” she said.

  I heard the hurt in her voice, and I could tell that shit must have hit close to home.

  “I know. You right. If I could go back and re-do it, I would’ve just broken up with her, but she was more of a roommate than a girlfriend to me. Like, she was my nigga, you know. Like one of my homeboys. We would chill and just talk. I wasn’t feeling that vibe from her anymore. We didn’t have sex for months before we actually broke up. It just wasn’t the right relationship for either of us,” I tried to explain.

  She didn’t say anything, though.

  “You gon’ tell me what had you calling me at almost three in the morning?” I asked, trying to see if she was ready to talk.

  She took another sip of her drink. For a minute, I thought she wasn’t going to answer me, but she did after finishing about half her drink.

  “I was with my boyfriend, Greg, for five years. He has a seven-year-old with another girl, and she always stayed disrespecting me, but I trusted him, so I let it go. Come to find out, he was messing with her this whole time. She was at the house talkin’ ’bout she’s three months pregnant and it’s his,” she explained to me.

  I let out a long, low whistle and shook my head. “He confessed to the shit?”

  She nodded. “He said it was a mistake,” she said with bitterness in her tone. “And that’s not even the worst part.”

  “What’s the worst part?” I asked, turning more so I could look in her face.

  She picked the cup back up and downed the rest of her Cîroc before she poured another one. “We had been trying to have a baby for a year, and I just wasn’t getting pregnant. He told the bitch, and she threw it back in my face, talking ’bout the reason he knocked her up is that I couldn’t give him another kid.”

  “Shit,” I said, shaking my head.

  “He didn’t even come after me when I left. I thought that nigga loved me,” she cried.

  I felt horrible watching the pain in her eyes. She was upset about this whole thing, and I hated that she was out here crying over the fuck nigga.

  “Come here.”

  I leaned up in my chair and pulled her up. She came over to me, sat in my lap, and buried her head in the crook of my neck. I felt her shoulders shake as she cried quietly. I rubbed her back and let her; she just needed to get this out. I could see that she loved the nigga, and obviously, he didn’t care about her as much as she did him. It was a fucked up situation.

  She stopped crying for a minute then sat up. “Sorry,” she said and moved to get off me. I didn’t stop her.

  “You don’t need to be sorry. That nigga don’t deserve you. That’s what you need to understand,” I said as she sat back on her chair.

  I reached for the glass of Henny that I’d poured for her, which she wasn’t drinking, and leaned back in my chair. She took her glass of Cîroc and started sipping.

  “You can stay here long as you need to. Nobody uses that room, so you don’t need to feel like you’re a bother,” I said.

  “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll probably get with Bo tomorrow when she wakes up, though, and stay with her until I figure it out.”

  “Cool,” I said and looked back out to the dark water.

  “This is nice, though. Real peaceful,” she said.

  “Yeah, it is. I been here a couple of years. I love this spot,” I said.

  “Is it expensive?” she hesitantly asked.

  I chuckled. “It cost enough,” I said and sipped my drink while looking over at her.

  She laughed. I don’t know if it was the drinks loosening her up or if she just felt lighter here with me and away from the drama.

  “So, what is it that you do exactly?” she asked.

  “I told you, I fix cars.”

  She looked at me like she knew I was lying. “Nigga, no mechanic is living like this.”

  “How you know? I got a couple shops.”

  “Okay,” she said, but I knew she didn’t believe my ass.

  “I might do a couple other things on the side,” I said and chuckled.

  “Uh huh. Like what?”

  “You ask a lot of questions,” I said and chuckled. “How I know you not 5-0 trying to fuck with me?”

  “Do I look like a fucking cop?”

  Sade sat back in her chair and held her hands up. I couldn’t help the fact my eyes roamed down her body in the jersey she was wearing. I looked back up at her face, and she blushed.

  “Nah, you don’t,” I said. “Why still you got Cîroc in your glass? I thought you liked that shit?”

  She reached for her glass and turned it over at her lips. I watched her as she emptied the cup.

  “Oh shit, you didn’t come to play,” I said and cracked up at her.

  She bent over laughing back at me. We sat out there for a good thirty minutes, drinking and talking. She kept me cracking up because she was real chill but funny as fuck. After a minute, I felt the Henny start to hit me.

  I got up from my chair. “We should prolly call it a night,” I said. I knew myself, and the way she was looking in that jersey with her hair up, I didn’t know if I could trust myself not to make a move on her, especially with these drinks flowing through my system.

  “Okay,” she said.

  She got up and wobbled a little as she tried to stand. I reached to catch her, and she started laughing.

  “You good?” I asked, and she looked up at me.

  She was mad close to me, and I could smell the Suave conditioner she must’ve used when she took a shower an hour ago.

  “Yeah,” she said. I pulled her up, and we walked back into the house.

  “Night,” I said when we got to her room.

  She hesitated, and it looked like she was trying to say something else, but she didn’t.

  “Thanks, G,” she said and walked into the room.

  I walked to mine and told my man downstairs to calm the fuck down. She was sexy as fuck, real talk. Once inside my room, I peeled my clothes off because I always slept butt ass naked. Climbing under the covers, I closed my eyes, but all I saw was her face.

  “Chill, man,” I said as I turned over and tried to find a better position because my dick wouldn’t let me lie down on my stomach.

  Five minutes later, I heard my door open. Sitting up quickly and reaching to my nightstand for my gun since I thought someone broke in, I calmed down when I saw Sade’s silhouette in the doorway.

  “You good?” I asked.

  She shook her head and quietly walked over to me. Sitting beside me, she pulled my blankets back and got in the bed with me.

  I couldn’t say shit as I watched her take the jersey off over her head. Her tits were perfect and round as they stared back at me, and the little bit of control I had over my dick flew out the window as my man stood at attention. The fact that the liquor was clouding my head a little didn’t help one bit.

  “You sure about this?” I asked, but she met my question by putting her lips on my neck.
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  I groaned as her lips massaged my neck. Pushing her back to lay down, I took her nipples in my mouth and grinded them between my teeth.

  “Mmmm,” She held onto my back and wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “You like that?” I asked as I kissed on her neck and reached down to stroke her clit. She was wet as fuck.

  “Damn, Sade, this pussy ready for me,” I said. My dick was jumping because I wanted to feel her so bad.

  She pressed her lips on mine and kissed me like her life depended on it. I wanted to slow her down and make sure this wasn’t the drinks talking or the situation she was in, but she was so into it, and I was feeling her like a motherfucker.

  “I want you,” she said while pulling on my dreads as she moved her lips from mine.

  “Let me taste you, Sade,” I said as I inched down to her pussy.

  Her smell was driving me crazy, and my mouth started to water as I buried my face between her legs.

  “Oh, Gooooood.” Sade moaned as my tongue did circles on her clit.

  She started grinding her pussy in my face, and that made the shit even gushier. For a minute, the only sound in the room was her heavy, low breathing and the sloppy sounds my tongue made on her pussy. She tasted good as fuck, and I felt the pre-cum starting to leak out my dick.

  “Give me the dick, babe,” she said, and I jumped up fast as hell.

  All I wanted right now was to be inside them walls. I could only imagine how good they felt. When I positioned my dick at her opening, her pussy was so wet, it was like a vacuum sucking my shit inside of her.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I said as I slid into her.

  I felt her warm walls hugging me, and I knew I wasn’t gonna last long.

  “This shit feels good as fuck, Sade,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why your pussy so good?”

  She answered me by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist and pulling her pelvis up so I could bury my shit even deeper inside her. She was a champ because I was long, but she was taking it, and taking it well. I growled because it felt so warm and velvet. When I bit her shoulder, she yelped, but she held on to my neck even tighter.

  “You like this shit?” I asked into her ear.

  “Uh huh.”

  Just the sound of her voice was making me want to bust. I gave her slow, long strokes, and with every stroke, she moaned.

  “G, I’m about to cuuuuum.” She grabbed my back and dug in with her nails.

  “Cum on this dick, Sade,” I said roughly into her ear.

  “Aaaaaaaah!” she screamed, and I felt her whole body convulse. Her juices coated my dick, and that was it for me. My kids shot out of me and into her as I gripped her ass and thighs.

  “Shit,” I said as I tried to breathe slower.

  Her lips found my neck and planted small kisses from top to bottom. I hadn’t had pussy like that in a minute, and I felt like I could live in it. I rolled over beside Sade and closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered was her putting her head on my chest before we both passed out.

  4

  Bo

  “Ya’ll did what??” I asked Sade as she sat on my couch drinking a glass of water.

  When I woke up this morning, I saw that Sade had called me twice last night. I felt horrible because I had passed out as soon as I got home, so when she called, I hadn’t even heard my phone. When I called her back this morning, she asked me if she could stay with me for a couple days, and she would explain when she got to my place.

  When she showed up in an Uber this afternoon, I was confused, but when she came in and told me about Greg and Summer, I was ready to go over to his house and fuck his place up. Sade had told me to calm down, though, and said she had more to tell me. That’s when she told me about what happened last night with Guwop.

  “Yeah, girl, I was so gone off the liquor, but it happened,” she said and buried her head in her hands.

  “Well, was it good at least?” I asked.

  She looked up at me and sadly nodded. I burst out laughing.

  “At least it was good, bitch. What the fuck?” I said, dying laughing. “You had a crazy last twenty-four hours, though.”

  “I know,” she said.

  “So, what happened this morning when ya’ll woke up?” I asked curiously.

  She looked down at the carpet and wouldn’t look in my face. “We sorta fucked again.”

  “What?” I said then fell over screaming laughing.

  “I know, I know,” she said, and I could see that she wanted to laugh too. “But that’s as far as that goes. That was a mistake. We shouldn’t have had sex in the first place. It was a lapse in judgment on my part. I was upset about the whole thing with Greg and in my feelings. He was there, fine as fuck and being nice to me. I couldn’t help myself. Plus, with the drinks, it was a wrap.”

  “So, what was the excuse for this morning?” I said and laughed again. “Ya’ll was drinking this morning too?”

  “No,” she answered and stuck her tongue out at me. “I figured I got it once, so I might as well sample it again for the last time.”

  “Bitch, you a whole liar,” I screamed, and we both cracked up.

  “No, but for real, that shouldn’t have happened. I told him too before I left,” she said.

  “What he say?” I asked then got up to go to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice.

  I reached for my phone that I’d put to charge on the counter. Since last night when I saw City with the bitch, Gisselle, downstairs in the club, I’d been annoyed. I’d texted him too, but he hadn’t even attempted to call me or text me back. When I looked at my phone, it was still dry. I sucked my teeth and went back to the living room to sit on the couch.

  “He said he understood, and he was here for me if I needed anything,” she said. “I don’t know, girl. I like him. He’s real cool. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, but I don’t know, maybe it was just the liquor. Either way, it can’t happen again. I’m done with niggas for now.”

  “I feel you,” I said.

  “Anyway, right now I need us to take a ride,” she said and looked at her watch.

  “Where we going?” I asked and put down my glass.

  “Greg should be at work right now, and I need to get my car and some of my clothes. I’m not about to be over here taking Ubers everywhere because I’m scared to go home,” she said.

  “Okay, sis, let's go,” I said then got up again and went to grab my phone off the charger.

  We walked outside to my car, and in a minute, we were driving down the street toward Greg’s townhouse. There were no cars except Sade’s in the driveway, which was good because I wouldn’t have hesitated to show my ass if Greg or that little Summer bitch was still here.

  Sade hopped out of my car, and I followed her. She stopped by the front door and looked like she was listening to hear if anyone was home. She stepped in, and I went with her. The house was quiet, and I walked with her up the stairs to the bedroom. She walked into the closet and pulled out a suitcase. As she pulled clothes off hangers and from the drawers, I walked around the room being nosey and looking in the side table drawers.

  “You knew about this?” I asked as I pulled out a piece of paper from the side table on Greg’s side of the bed.

  Sade turned to look at me. “What’s that?” she asked.

  “Looks like a lease,” I said.

  She frowned and walked up to me to take the paper from my hand.

  “What the fuck?” she said. “You mean to tell me the place Summer stays in has Greg’s name on the lease? He never told me that shit.”

  She was angry, and I didn’t blame her. “You sure you don’t want to fuck his shit up?” I said again. I was ready, and we were there anyway.

  She looked back down at the paper in her hand. “Fuck it,” she said.

  I squealed and rushed into the closet. I grabbed the left pair of all his shoes and took them out to the dumpster. Sade was right behind me. Then we rushed back inside, and I turned the volume up high on
every television then took the remote batteries out and turned the TVs off manually. Sade couldn’t help laughing through her tears.

  “Take all the doorknobs off the doors,” I said and handed her a screwdriver that I found in the kitchen drawer. While she did that, I looked through the fridge. Sade had some shrimp in the fridge. I guess she had taken it out to thaw from the night before when everything went left. I grabbed them and went to the curtain rods in every room including the bedroom and put the shrimp inside. In a few days, this place would be smelling like the ocean mixed with a garbage can on a hot ass day. Greg was gonna hate himself.

  I ran back downstairs and ripped all the labels off every can in the pantry, so they all looked the same. Then, finally, I ran into the bathroom and scrubbed the toilet with his toothbrush. I was petty as fuck and didn’t care, especially when it came to my best friend. Sade walked in on me as I was putting the toothbrush back.

  “You finished?” I asked her, and she nodded.

  “Come here, best friend,” I said because she still looked really upset.

  Hugging her, I tried my best to make her feel better.

  “I’m good,” she said and wiped her face. “Let’s go.”

  I looked around the room one last time, and then we left. I felt a little better knowing that Greg was going to come home in a few hours, and I sorta wished I would be able to see his dumb ass face when he realized all the shit we did.

  “I’m ready to go take a nap for a second,” Sade said as we got to the house.

  “No worries, I have a shoot in an hour, but I’ll be back a little later,” I said as I stopped the car. She jumped out, and I drove away from her hoping she felt at least a little better.

  Looking at my phone again, I still had no notifications, so I figured I would try to call this man and see what was up. But City’s phone didn’t even ring before it went to voicemail. Either he was ignoring me on purpose, or his phone was off. I didn’t know what was going on, but I couldn’t help wondering if the girl Gisselle had something to do with why he’d been MIA since yesterday. It made no sense.

  Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the park where I had a family photo session booked. A customer I met at the convention booked me to take some pictures of him, his girl, and their little four-year-old daughter. They all looked extra cute together. The mom was wearing a pastel green sundress, the dad was wearing dark jeans and a pastel green button down, and the little girl was wearing a light green tutu with a white leotard.