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“What the fuck you mean you here now? Nigga, this shit is a business,” I yelled.

“A business that Dre can handle,” Blaze added. “He been handling it.”

“So I guess y’all don’t want any money.”

“We do,” Blaze responded for both of them. “But we needed to get our dicks wet too, the fuck.”

I was fed up with them niggas, but I had otha shit to worry about.

“Either y’all get on y’all shit, or don’t come around here lookin’ for shit.”

“Damn, nigga, we just came home, chill. If you let me get my dick wet the night of my party, we wouldn’t be here.”

I headed ova to Blaze, and Dre and his brotha jumped in between.

“You got other shit to worry about,” Dre reminded me. “Bigger shit to worry about.”

“Why don’t you take one of these bitches in the room,” Blaze said to me.

One of the ladies stood up and walked ova to me.

“Come on, Papa,” she said as she ran her hand up and down my chest.

She was making my dick hard again, like I didn’t just fuck the shit outta my girl. I took her by her arm and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind us.

“Listen, I just fucked my girl,” I told her.

She smiled at me, licking her lips. “That’s cool, I don’t mind tasting some pussy off a dick.”

I didn’t even sit down. I just pulled my pants down, and that bitch went to work on my dick.

“Damn, boo,” she said as she licked on my dick. “Your bitch taste good.”

I looked down at her. “Yo, shut the fuck up and suck my dick.”

Once she was quiet, I looked up to the ceiling, thinking bout everything I had on and what the fuck I was gonna do to fix it when I swear—I put the shit on everything I love—I swore I saw a flash.

I pulled away from her and pulled my shit up.

“You see that?” I asked.

“No, baby, I didn’t see anything.”

I looked around the room and at the door, but I didn’t trust it. I walked out, leaving her on her knees.

“What happened?” Dre asked as I walked past him on the stoop.

“Goin’ back to Nylah,” I said as I got in my car.

As I drove back to Nylah’s crib, I thought about what I was gonna say if she was back up when I got there. I checked my phone, and I didn’t have a missed call or text, so I thought I was good.

Once I made it to her place and checked on her, I hopped in the shower before I laid beside her, but when I did, I was fucked up. I felt bad for what the fuck I did, even though I didn’t finish. The only thing that brought me some peace was that Nylah would never find out.

Chapter 23

Mariah

“That man don’t care about me at all!” I yelled at Shyheim. “I thought he would have called me when he got in a bind, but no, he called the girl he is talking to, and come to find out she’s making a dress for me. Well, she was. She texted me this morning and told me that because of how I acted, she doesn’t want to work with me anymore. Can you believe that?”