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Kyenna sat on the side of the bed and put her head in her hands.

“We good.” I lifted her head.

“Shameek, this shit is wrong.”

“But it feels right, don’t it? You got a nigga on his knees in his designer. My sleeves and shit wet from yo’ pussy juices.”

“I can’t believe this shit.”

I kissed her lips. “I’mma let you deal with yo’ emotions for tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

I didn’t even let her walk me to the door. She was dealing with her guilt, but I didn’t have any. That was the best pussy I had ever eaten, and I couldn’t wait to do the shit again, and it was going to be again. Next time, I was going to make sure nothing interrupted us.

CHAPTER 20

KYENNA

Morning came too fast. For a minute, I just laid there staring at the ceiling like I could somehow convince myself that last night didn’t happen. Then I rolled over, saw the damn empty spot, and everything came back to me. The shit definitely happened.”

“Fuck me!” I said, pulling the covers over my head.

This was worse than the damn first kiss. I couldn’t use I was drunk or grieving this time. Really, what kind of excuse could I come up with? I knew exactly what was going on and I knew how it made me feel. I threw the cover off and sat up. Guilt was going to be on my ass today. I got out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. I stayed in the shower a little longer than I had planned to. There wasn’t enough soap on earth to wash the memory of Shameek away. I could still feel the way his beard rubbed against my thighs. The way he looked up at me like he had something to prove as he ate me out.

When Shameek admitted to me that he had been thinking about the kiss since my anniversary, fucked my head up. He had me thinking he hated me. I spent all this time telling myself the first kiss meant nothing to him because he left so fast afterwards. I figured he was embarrassed for me. Shit, maybe even disgusted. Meanwhile, his ass had been carrying it around just like me. My phone started ringing from the bedroom while I was putting my makeup on. I had a feeling I knew who it was, so I ignored it. It had rung about four more times by the time I finished the curls in my hair. All of them were from Shameek.

Shameek: You up

Shameek: Ky answer the phone. We not doin’ this shit.

I hated when he called me Ky. He said it the same way that Rah used to say it. I just stared at his name before throwing my phone on the bed. What was I supposed to say to him? Thank you for eating my pussy last night. Or maybe Thanks for the amazing night. Or better yet, sorry your mama almost caught us. Like, let’s be for real. We knew this shit wasn’t going to work out. I grabbed my body oil and started getting dressed for work even though I hadn’t planned on going in until later. Royal Flush was the only place I knew how to disappear, without technically disappearing. If I stayed home, Shameek would eventually pop his ass up. At least at Flush there were employees, managers and security, so I wouldn’t have to be alone with him. My phone started going off again. This time it was Jaharee. I almost didn’t answer because I wasn’t ready for anybody’s voice, but if I ignored her, she would bring her ass over too.

“Hey.”

“Why do you sound like you’re tired?”

“Because I am. Unlike some people, I stayed at the event long enough for my feet to hurt in those damn shoes.”

“You left before me, so don’t start lying this early in the morning. I saw you slide out talking about a headache. I was calling to make sure you were feeling better.”

I sat at my vanity and stared at myself in the mirror.

“I’m good. I think I was just overwhelmed with everything yesterday. The foundation event was beautiful, but having Rah’s face on those screens, and everyone coming up talking about him, eventually got to be a lot. I needed to get home and get out of those clothes.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Well, I’m glad you came because mama was worried you were going to try and back out like Averie.”

“Nah, I don’t need her grilling me.”

“Right.” She laughed. “You want to grab lunch tomorrow? Just girl talk.”

“That sounds good. Call me tomorrow, and we’ll figure something out.”

“Bet, love you.”

“Love you too.”

As soon as I hung up with Jaharee, Shameek was calling again. This time I answered because I knew ignoring him all morning was only going to make his ass worse.