Page 99 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

The sound of my doorbell ringing cut our laughs short as I leaned up to go answer the door.

“Aye, baby, go ahead and get some plates!” I called out to her.

When I opened the door, I wasn’t expecting to see Carla standing on the other side.

“Hey, boo.” She smiled.

“What the fuck you doing here?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You ordered food?” She dangled the bag.

I reached to take it from her hand.

“I miss you, EJ.” She pouted, giving me a puppy dog look.

“Ella te echa de menos, maitre.” She rubbed between her legs.

“I’m good on that,” I said as I noticed her attention focused behind me.

“Oh, I see.” She chuckled. “You’re still kicking it with the new bitch. I mean, new sub. Is it necessary to cut me off? I’ll play nice, and I’ll share, papi. Don’t just leave me hanging.” She pouted again.

“I’m sorry, boo, but he’s obviously not interested,” Ava spoke as she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. Her soft hands caressed my bare chest, and it felt good as hell. “And I can guarantee that he doesn’t miss that loose ass pussy as much as it misses him. Isn’t that right, maitre?”

I felt Ava’s lips kiss the middle of my back, directly on my spine. But that’s not what made my dick hard. It was hearing her call me maitre, and the way it rolled off her tongue so sweetly.

“That’s right.” I smirked.

“Thank you. And, FYI, I don’t like to share my dick. I’m selfish, and it’s just not healthy, baby. Now, enjoy the rest of your day.”

“So, this bitch speaks for you now?” Carla rolled her neck.

“I don’t know what bitch you’re referring to, but you heard what the fuck I said.” Ava stepped to the side of me.

I held my hand out to block her from getting in front of me. Carla looked like she was ready to throw hands, but I wasn’t about to allow any of that to go down. Why? Because Mi Amore was too pretty to be scrappin’ with bitches who had low morals. I would bust out my pistol before I allowed any bitch to put hands on her or play in her face.

“Alright, you need to roll out,” I told Carla.

“EJ… we’ve been rocking for a minute, and now you’re cutting me off. Like, is this shit permanent or only while she’s in the picture?”

“Both, baby. Because who said I wasn’t in the picture permanently?” Ava spoke up.

“Nobody’s fuckin’ talkin’ to you!”

“Well, bitch, I’m talking to you!” Ava bucked up.

“Amore, calm down,” I told her. “You need to bounce.” I directed my attention to Carla.

“Maitre…” she whined.

Not bothering to say anything else to Carla, I closed my door and left her ass standing on the porch, looking crazy. When I turned around, Ava had already disappeared from behind me and gone back to the kitchen. I didn’t give a damn about the food she ordered. We needed to have a little conversation.

“You know that shit just turned me on, right?” I walked up behind her and slapped her ass. I loved to watch her ass jiggle.

“Are you still fuckin her?” she questioned dryly. “I mean, if you haven’t been fuckin’ her lately, is that door still open? That’s what I want to know.” She folded her arms.

“Are you really trying to do this right now?” My face twisted.

“I’m just asking a simple question, Ethan. It’s either yes or no.”