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I took a couple of pulls from my blunt as I waited for her to answer.

“I’m your girlfriend now. Why would I sleep in your guest room when I can sleep next to my man?” She grabbed her phone, crawled closer, and snapped a photo of us.

“See? We gotta make it believable, right?”

She posted the picture to her story, and within seconds her phone started dinging nonstop with notifications.

“Your fans don’t know if they love me or hate me, but they definitely think we look good together. What do you think?”

She held her phone up and scrolled through her photo gallery. There were many pics of us. Some I hadn’t even remembered us taking. I couldn’t deny how good we looked together. Honesty always matched my fly, and she had the kind of beauty that made everyone turn their head.

“Yeah, we do. You steal the spotlight, though.” I answered honestly, setting the rest of my blunt in the ashtray on my nightstand.

“Aww, thank you, baby.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

I don’t know if it was because of the weed or my interaction with my sister, but I was tired of playing games. I gripped her chin and pulled her closer. I pecked her lips a few times, then decided to throw caution to the wind and take it further.

Our tongues fought for control, but I wasn’t someone who liked to be dominated. I picked her up so she could straddle my lap. I held her face in my hands, and I sucked on her tongue. She rocked back and forth, causing my dick to rock up. My hands moved to her ass as I gripped her meaty flesh.

“Mmmm,” Honesty moaned. She pulled back for a second and stared at me with wild eyes.

“I think I’m gonna go sleep in the guest room. I love you.” She pecked my lips before she climbed out of my lap and raced out of the room.

I sat there trying to figure out what the hell was happening between us. We kept crossing lines in our friendship, but neither of us seemed ready to acknowledge what was happening.

“What the fuck are we doing?” I groaned as I reached for the rest of my blunt. A nigga was stressed and horny as fuck. I had no idea how much longer we could keep going like this, but I would leave the ball in her court.

TWELVE

honesty graham

“Throw that ass, bitch!” Triniti hyped me up while I bounced my ass to the beat. The club was jumping, and I was showing my ass literally and figuratively.

I stood up and pulled my shorts out of my ass. We had only been in the club for twenty minutes, and we were already lit. I loved kicking it with my family because they knew how to have a good time, and there was never any drama.

Solomon had been working non-stop, so I hadn’t gotten to spend as much time with him as I wanted. We made a couple of appearances, but I missed my bestie. When Triniti asked if I wanted to go out, I jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house.

“Damn, Maduka and his crew just walked in. I know he’s supposed to be the opps and everything, but that nigga is fine as fuck,” River shouted over the music.

I glanced over at the section Maduka and his entourage were in and watched everyone move out of the way for him. I used to listen to his music, but ever since he and Solo started beefing, I deleted all his music from my playlists. River told no lies, though. Maduka was a sexy, brown-skinned man. He was from St. Louis, but he moved to Liberty Heights as a teenager. He was tall with a muscular frame and tattoos all over his body. He had a low cut with deep waves and a pretty smile that could make any bitch’s knees weak. Of course, he couldn’t hold a candle to my man, but he wasn’t no slouch. My man. Lord, the longer we were in this fake-ass relationship, the more I lost touch with reality. Solomon only fueled my delusions because he treated me like a princess and showed me affection whenever we were together.

He messaged me and asked what I was doing, so I took a video of myself bending over and shaking my ass. I hit send before I could chicken out and nervously waited for his response.

Bestie: Where the fuck are you?

Me: Out with my cousins.

He already had my location, so I don’t know why he asked.

Bestie: Why you ain’t got on any clothes? I think you like stressin’ a nigga out.

The DJ played Solo’s new single, “Been Mine,” so I recorded another video of myself singing the lyrics. I was feeling myself in the green off-the-shoulder top and leather shorts. My ass cheeks were playing peek-a-boo when I moved too much, but I looked good as fuck.

Bestie: You gone be the reason a nigga ends up back in jail.

Me: You better not. I can’t be attached to a jail bird. It’s bad for my image

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