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I glare at him, but out of the corner of my eye, I spy Ekon. Exhaling, I shut my eyes. Fucking him the first time was an accident. Fucking him the second time was a choice. But it was a mistake. I mean I’ll learn from it. There’s no such thing as accidentally giving someone coochie a third time… is there?

Chapter 8 Ekon

Hours after I fucked Yue in the back room, a vibration hits my phone. I grunt, staring at the call from my mother. It’s almost six in the morning, and yet here she is. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhale, letting the call go to voicemail. I can’t answer my mom because she wants to talk about my mate, someone who I haven’t found. Yet, my brain can’t stop thinking about Yue. Fuck. My dick perks right up inside the dressing room like I didn’t just get some pussy a little while ago. It was some good ass pussy too. The best I’ve ever had.

“Bro,” Ashari says, drawing my attention. He points at my crotch. “Go get that shit handled. We’re off work, and you’re out here hard dicking it and shit.”

I snort. “Where’s Yue?”

A gleam appears in his eye. “Y’all was gone for a while earlier.”

“So?” I shrug, well aware that his kind can hear and smell most things.

He chuckles. “I think she just left. You’re going to need to call her to catch her.”

I nod and then look at my phone, waiting for my mom to go to voicemail. She calls several more times before I call Yue.

“What?” she answers on the first ring.

“I need your help.”

“I can’t do anything to get rid of stupidity or STD’s.”

Shaking my head, I chuckle. “Seeing how you let me fuck you earlier, you know I don’t have shit. I’ve never itched or burned.”

She huffs. “What do you want?”

“Can you do a locator spell?”

“I’m a witch.”

“So?”

“That’s a dumbass question.”

Another laugh rises from my mouth. “I need you to find someone.”

“No shit. You asked for a locator spell.”

“You’re a bucket of sunshine.”

“Who am I finding for you?”

“My mate.”

She makes no sound for a few beats. “I go to bed in forty minutes. You have until then to get your ass over here.” She hangs up.

I pull the phone away from my face and rise from my seat. Yue means business. She will go to sleep and let me stay outside while she ignores me if I’m even a minute late.

Yue's apartment smells like winter and old books when she opens the door at six thirty in the morning. She's wearing an oversized T-shirt that says I Put A Spell On You (And Now You're Mine) and shorts so small I can see the curve of her ass when she turns to let me in. Her thick thighs could save a fucking life.

"You're late," she says.

I check my phone. "I'm two minutes early."

"Like I said. Late." She walks away, leaving me to close the door behind me.

Her apartment is exactly what I expected. Shelves are filled with occult texts, candles in every corner, and a few crystals that probably cost more than my rent. I grin when I spot an entire shelf of romance novels wedged between grimoires.