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“Yes, baby! I hear you!”

“I ain’t talking ’cause I got lips, Pipe. I’d kill a nigga if he even said he smelled your fucking perfume.”

“You won’t, baby. I promise.”

“Good. Put that leg up on the bench. I need to make sure KJ gets home safely.”

I moved closer to the bench with him still attached to me and hiked my leg up. Khalil grabbed my ass cheeks, helping me throw it back on him. I swear, his sex had only become better over time. It was great before, but now his shit was from another time and space.

Otherworldly.

I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness that I was back in his atmosphere, and we fell back into that passionate, burning love we had created all those years ago.

He was mine, and I was his.

The way it was supposed to be.

He lifted my upper body, gripped my right tit, and turned my head, kissing me slowly.

“Mmm. You feel so fucking good, mama. Our son ready to crawl in that uterus, baby. You ready to have my baby?”

“Yesss. Give him to me.”

He gritted his teeth. “He coming. Shit, Pipe!” He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I felt his dick jump, filling me with his cum. He held on to me until he came down, planting soft kisses on my neck and jawline. I turned completely in his arms and pecked his lips.

“I love you so much,” I proclaimed.

“You better,” he replied, slapping my ass. “Let’s wash, get some food, and figure out how we gon’ do this interview. Then I’ma fuck you to sleep.”

I giggled breathlessly. “Anything for you, champ.”

The Next Morning

I woke up this morning with my dick gliding down Piper’s warm throat and a dope-ass breakfast spread.

After we ate dinner last night, Piper began her research on the Wellingtons. I honestly didn’t need her to get any dirt on them. I just wanted to tell my story before Anais had a chance to tell her lies. But being the dope-ass investigative journalist/editor that my wife was, she wanted me to have leverage just in case this shit didn’t go in my favor.

Imagine my surprise when she pulled up photos of Anais and fucking Lamar Brown.

My ex-best friend.

I hadn’t seen that bum since we graduated college.

Last I heard, he had gotten drafted with the Sacramento Golds but was now working at a bank because he tore his ACL during a game.

The fact that they looked like they were in love in those photos made me feel a way. Not because I still had feelings for her, but the dates on the pictures were from back in 2023 up until now.

Right after we got together.

She was plastered all over his page, and them motherfuckas looked happy as shit together.

I was about to fuck myself tremendously marrying her ass. The shit made me think it was a set-up because that nigga and I didn’t end on good terms. He made it clear that he was jealous of me and even plotted to go after Piper while we were together, putting doubt in her mind when she was already vulnerable and had trust issues I tried relentlessly to erase.

I didn’t think it was a coincidence that he ended up fucking with Anais. Her ass stayed in social circles she shouldn’t have been in, and being that he was still friends with Jalen and Keith, who played for the Dallas Seagals, I knew he frequented a lot of basketball games and parties.

The shit was wicked how obsessed this nigga was to try to one-up me.

“I have a friend who knows Brandy Lemon. I could get her to contact her and set up the interview for tomorrow.”