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“Well I ain’t hitting her ass up. What if Kenny hit you up though? Would you entertain that?”

“Nope.”

I smacked my teeth. “Ion even know why I asked that. That’s an easy answer when the nigga ain’t worrying about you.” I was admittedly playing mind games to see how she’d react. If she got offended then that was a huge red flag. I braced myself to be disappointed, but to my surprise she broke into giggles.

“That flonky bitch has reached out to me multiple times since you beat his ass at my ole suite. Shit, he damn near harassed me from fake numbers for a month straight.”

“That’s when all the bullshit was fresh. I’m talking about recently. Specifically when his secrets started being revealed.”

“Well actually…he did reach out to me after I got into it with Lyss and Kayla on IG.”

“WHAT?!” I jerked away and glared back at her. “Why the fuck I’m just hearing about this?! Now I’m really starting to question some shit.”

“Don’t do that, Armias.”

“Do what?!”

“Make this into some big thing. He hit my phone up with bullshit. He was talking about wanting a DNA test for Alouri when he and I know there’s no possibility at all. By the time, you’d already gotten your paternity test. I blocked the fake number he texted me from and went to sleep. I didn’t even think of it again until you brought it up just now.”

“That’s pretty fucking convenient,” I spat.

“These types of reactions will make me not want to tell you nothing,” she mumbled.

“Don’t make my reaction the issue, Lo. You should’ve told me the second that nigga texted you. The same way I always tell you when Naz does some dumb shit. I don’t leave you in the dark about nothing. And I don’t like the idea of that bitch nigga going around making it seem like there’s a possibility my daughter is for him. You should’ve let me nip that in the bud.”

“How was you gon’ do that, Armias?”

“Send him the DNA results, whoop his ass again, or put him in the dirt for speaking on my daughter in the first place and texting my bitch. What the fuck?!”

“Okay, I’m sorry for not mentioning it sooner. At the time I was exhausted from all the drama and I thought the best response was no response.”

“Yea, okay,” I snarled angrily. I could understand her logic and I didn’t fully disagree with it. In fact, I was glad to have clarity on how she would react if that nigga reached out to her. According to her, she wasn’t going to react at all. But that was also before she knew that he’d made a baby with her cousin, too. She might have a whole lot to say to the nigga now.

“My words probably don’t hold that much weight to you and that’s fine for now. You’ll see with time that you can trust me. As long as you know one thing…” She wrapped arms around me, rubbing her hands down my bare chest.

“What?”

“I love you more than anything and I’d never do something to risk losing you. You know that, right?” She asked as her hands slipped down to the waistband of my Tom Ford boxers that were under my Nike basketball shorts. She was about to weasel her way out of this conversation by doing something sexual and I was ready for whatever it was. Shit, at this point it was fuck Kenny, her cousin, the hoe friend, Nazaria, and anybody who wasn’t in this bed with us. None of them mutherfuckers mattered.

“I don’t know…you might gotta show me.” My voice had dropped a few octaves because she’d started kissing my neck again and her hand was rubbing my dick print.

“I am about to.” She stopped playing and moved her hand back up to the waistband of my boxers, she slipped her hand in, and grabbed a hold of my hard dick. I raised up to wriggle my boxers and shorts down, but she was already taking care of business. She sat behind me, kissing my neck, rubbing on my chest, and jacking my dick off. I watched her little wrist go to work and within a few short minutes she had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Awwww fuck, doll baby.”

“You think I’m going to risk losing this big ass dick? Open your eyes and look at it, daddy,” she nibbled against my ear. I’d closed my eyes because the mere visual of her giving me a hand job was enough to make me explode.

“Nobody can make me feel how you make me feel, Armias,” she moaned as if I was fucking her. That did make me explode. My dick erupted like a volcano all down her hand.

“Aw, shit,” I moaned, feeling like a hoe.

“Ooouu, you missed me, daddy,” she uttered excitedly. “Look at all this nut.”

She let go of my dick maneuvered around me and got down to eye level with my dick. I was still semi-hard, but I bricked all the way back up when she took the hand I’d nutted on and licked it like it was an ice cream cone. She literally cleaned every drop of my semen off her hand before dropping her mouth down on my dick.

“Fuck, Lourdes, baby!” I shouted. Her mission to make me forget about everything was successful.

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