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“What you watching?”

“Ain't picked nothing yet.”

“Well, don't pick nothing boring.”

He laughed. “You ain't even agreed to watch nothing, and you already got demands.”

“I'm just saying.”

“Aight, baby mama. Come pick something then.”

I rolled my eyes and followed him toward the living room. I still had a lot on my mind, especially after finding out about Courtney, but I didn't feel like sitting upstairs by myself thinking about that shit all night.

Besides, I wasn't tired enough to go to sleep yet, and watching a movie sounded better than staring at the ceiling.

It was the weekend, and a nigga was finally getting a fucking break. I’d spent the whole week training my men, and I was getting tired of seeing the same faces every damn day. But that came with having my own shit. I had to make sure everybody knew what the fuck they were doing, because the last thing I needed was somebody half stepping while representing my company. I didn’t play about my business, and everybody working for me knew that.

Since I was off today, I figured I’d handle a few things around the house that I’d been putting off. First on my list was cutting the grass, and after that, I needed to wash my car. Both were long overdue, especially the damn car. I could’ve paid somebody to handle all that shit, but why would I when I was perfectly capable of doing it myself? Just because I had money didn’t mean I was about to waste it paying somebody to do something I could handle. Besides, I wasn’t too big on having random motherfuckers around my property. People were sneaky as hell, and with all the bullshit going on with David, I damn sure wasn’t taking no unnecessary chances.

By the time I finished cutting the grass, I was sweating like a motherfucker. The sun was beating down on my ass, and I didn’t even want to know what the temperature was. All I knew was it was hot as fuck, and I was starting to question why the hell I’d decided to do all this shit today instead of staying my ass inside where the air was.

I put the lawn equipment away, grabbed everything I needed to wash my car, and got started. The first time the cold water splashed against my skin, I damn near wanted to turn the hose on myself. That shit felt good as hell after being outside in the heat.

As I continued washing my car, I happened to look over at the porch, where I spotted Kaylen sitting in one of the chairs. I hadn’t even noticed her coming outside. She had a popsicle in her mouth, the same damn popsicles she’d begged me to buy when I was ordering groceries.

I wasn’t big on going to the grocery store or any store, for that matter. I didn’t like dealing with all them damn people, especially when I could have whatever I needed delivered right to my front door. So, that’s what I did.

I was about to turn my attention back to my car when I noticed Kaylen looking directly at me. Without breaking eye contact, she ran her tongue along the popsicle before wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it.

Now, I didn’t know what the hell shorty had going on, but that shit made my dick jump. Part of me felt like she was doing it on purpose, while the other part figured she was just enjoying her damn popsicle. Either way, she had my attention.

“Aye, shorty, you good?” I called out to her.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She looked at me with a little smirk before putting the popsicle back in her mouth.

I nodded and went back to washing my car, although I couldn’t help glancing over at her every now and then. A few minutes later, I noticed her getting up from the chair and making her way down the porch steps.

As she walked toward me, my eyes traveled down her body. Shorty was looking good as hell in a pair of little black cotton booty shorts with white piping around the edges. The material hugged her hips and ass, and the damn things were so short that the bottom of her cheeks were damn near hanging out. She had on a fitted white tank top with them, and her feet were slipped into a pair of slides.

I couldn’t help but look at her.

“Aye, ma, where the hell you going with them little ass shorts on?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow at her.

“You missed a spot,” she said, completely ignoring my question as she pointed toward the hood of my car.

“Shorty, did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah, boy, I heard you.” Her eyes roamed over my body before she looked back up at me.

I swear shorty knew what the fuck she was doing when she put them damn shorts on. She was trying to entice a nigga and get a reaction out of me. But I wasn’t about to fall for that shit. I’d already hurt her ass the last time we had sex, and I wasn’t trying to do anything else that would have her walking around sore.

“So, why the fuck you got them short ass shorts on?” I asked her again.

“Because it’s hot.” She rolled her eyes.

I laughed at her smart-ass mouth before turning the water hose in her direction and spraying her.

“AHHH!” She screamed, jumping back. “Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?”