“You don’t believe in yourself anymore?”
“Oh, I know why you want to fuck me again. That part is obvious.” Her eyes flick down my body and back up. “But why do you want me to yourself?”
My throat tightens.
“I don’t like the idea of other men touching you.”
Her brow lifts slightly. “Why?”
“Because—” I stop, stand and regroup. “Because I just don’t.”
“That’s not an answer.”
She steps closer until my back almost brushes the wall.
“I thought you were a footballer. What's the matter? You don’t like competition?” she asks softly.
“I don’t like sharing.”
“Why?”
My jaw tightens but she keeps going. “And why continuously? Aren’t you scared Za’s gonna find out?”
“Za’s a big girl,” I say evenly. “So are you.”
“You tryna be funny?”
“No.” I stand upright in front of her now. Might as well be honest. “I’m just saying. We’re grown. I like fucking you. I wanna keep fucking you.”
Her expression doesn’t change.
“I wanna fuck only you,” I add, voice rougher. “It’s that simple.”
Silence. Her throat moves when she swallows.
“Okay,” she says.
That’s what satisfies her?
“So we agree?”
“Not yet.” The corner of her mouth lifts. “I wanna see what I’m agreeing to.”
Huh?
I blink. “What?”
“Show me your dick, Jabari.”
My stomach drops just slightly. “Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
Now it’s my turn to ask. “Why?”
She steps even closer. We’re almost chest to chest now. “Because I need to see if this arrangement benefits me. I wanna see if it makes sense for me to agree to this”
My pride flares instantly. “We already fucked so you’re quite familiar.”
