Page 61 of Sling’s Awakening

My fucking house.

Crystal has always told me you love the people you hate, whether you want to admit it or not.

And maybe she’s right.

I stand up straight and tilt my chin up, looking Sling square in the eyes. “On one condition.”

An amused smirk breaks across Sling’s face. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands, toots, but let’s hear it.”

“If I’m your girl, then you’re my man.”

Sling looks at me, confused. “Yeah, babe. That’s kinda the fucking point. What do you think is happening here?”

I think back to that disgusting bitch I had the pleasure of meeting earlier. People always want to give strippers a bad name, acting like we’re gross and look ran through, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I mean, obviously there are people in every profession who don’t know how to take care of themselves, but almost all the strippers I’ve met, myself included, are some of the best-kept people I’ve ever met. It’s not cheap to look this good.

I won’t be that girl who sits back and turns a blind eye to her man cheating on her. It’s pathetic, and I value myself too much for that.

“I won’t share you.”

Sling tilts his head. “Share me?”

I sigh.

He’s really going to make me spell it out.

“I won’t sit back and watch you fuck all the… club girls or whoever is next in line.”

Sling looks at me funny before he throws his head back and laughs.

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” I bite out, my face turning red from a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

“Toots, I’m not fucking a club girl. That’s fucking nasty,” Sling says once he stops laughing.

“Okay…” I say slowly. I feel like he’s still not understanding what I’m saying. “I don’t just mean club girls, though. I mean, anyone.”

“If you say hands off, toots, then hands off.” Sling trails his finger along my jaw before going in for a kiss, closing his hard mouth over mine.

His lips are warm and wet, and now they’re all mine. The number of times I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hit him or kiss him flash through my mind because now all I can think about is kissing him.

I just know angry sex is about to be out of this world with this man.

I break away from him, leaving inches between us. “Were you really not going to show up?”

“No. I take care of my shit,” he answers as he looks down at me, amused.

My eyes narrow. “So you tricked me.”

Sling shrugs. “If you would do as I say, I wouldn’t have to go to such extremes.”

I shove him away from me. “I can’t stand you.”

“Uh huh.” Sling smirks before his expression turns serious. “I’m not fucking around, Blake. If I need to be bailed out again, call one of my brothers. Do not put your shit on the line for me.”

Okay, now he’s really starting to piss me off.

“If you’re my man, why can’t I do whatever needs to be done to help out?” I ask as I place my hands on my hips.

“Because what if it’s not five grand next time? What if it’s a hundred? If I’m behind bars, I’m already going to be stressed as fuck about you. The last thing I need is to worry about you not having a place to stay. Don’t be stupid about it and call a brother.”