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I laughed. “I told you to leave that woman alone. Just sign the papers, Blake.”

“I ain’t signing shit. Jeanie gon’ fuck around and come up missing if she keeps playing with me.”

I shook my head. “You might be the one to come up missing.”

“Bullshit. This is ‘til death do us part. I’m yet alive.”

“And still doing the same shit that cost you your wife in the first place. I wouldn’t come back to your ass either. If you’re gonna be sorry, be sorry and stop doing the shit you have to keep apologizing for. You can’t love that woman if you ain’t trying to change.”

“Let me get off this phone because you are the last nigga that can give me advice on a woman.”

He hung up in my face. I chuckled to myself as I put the phone down and finally stood from the bed. Heading into the bathroom, I relieved my bladder, washed my face then got dressed and went to find my woman. I found her on the back deck relaxing on the lounge chair in her silk robe, drinking coffee and talking on the phone. When she looked up at me, she smiled softly.

I slide behind her on the chair and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she said into the phone, elbowing me.

“Good morning, love,” I said, caressing her midsection.

“Huh? Girl, get outta my business.”

My hands crept up to her breasts, cupping them. Her nipples immediately hardened beneath the silk fabric.

“Hang up the phone,” I said, pinching her nipples.

She stifled a moan. “N-nobody… it’s just the TV.” She muted the call and turned to me. “I’m gonna fuck you up. This is Salima!”

“Tell Salima you will call her back.”

She unmuted the call. “I’ll be over there later. Give my babies love for me. Okay, love you too.” She sighed. “I love you, too, Stanley damn. You can never let me have a moment with my daughter. Get off the damn phone, boy.”

She hung up the phone and turned to face me. I didn’t give her a chance to fuss before crashing my lips into her. She turned in my arms and straddled my lap. My hands slid down her back to grip her ass beneath the silky fabric.

I smirked. “No panties?”

She returned my smirk. “What do I need panties for?”

“I’m with you when you right.”

I kissed on her neck as my hand disappeared beneath the robe.

“Stanley, wait?” She pulled back and peered down at me. “What are we doing?”

“I’m about to give you a morning round. Whatchu mean?”

I went to kiss her again, but she placed her hands on my chest to stop me.

“No, I mean, what are we doing?” She motioned between the two of us. “I’m too old to just be fucking around with you.”

I looked at her in confusion. “Didn’t I tell you last night that I was claiming what was mine? I’m not just trying to fuck on you. Pussy comes a dime a dozen, and I could have any woman for that. I want you, Stephanie. For real… forever this time.”

“What about Deuce?”

“Respectfully, fuck Deuce.”

She slapped my chest. “Don’t say fuck my son.”

“He’s my son too. He might not like this shit but he’s gonna have to deal with it. He’s got his wife, his kids, and his happiness. Why can’t we have the same?”