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I paused before I answered because Honesty said I needed to work on my delivery.
“There is no problem, love. I’m in a relationship.”
“Okay, what does that mean? When has a relationship ever stopped a man from getting his dick wet?”
I chuckled because it was clear no wasn’t a good enough answer for her. “It means that I’m off limits, and so is this dick. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I don’t play like that.”
Her brows furrowed as if I were speaking a language she didn’t understand.
“Are you serious right now? You’ve only been with that girl for two seconds, and you want to be Mr. Faithful? Don’t you think it’s a little too early for that?”
I tried it Honesty’s way, and the shit wasn’t working, so I decided to try my normal way of doing things.
“I don’t know if you’re deaf, dumb, or delusional. There aren’t too many more ways I can tell you that I don’t want to fuck you. It doesn’t matter whether I’ve been with my baby for two seconds or two years; I said what I said. You’re a dope artist, and I’m not tryna fuck up what we have on the business side, but you’re blowin’ me right now. Either chill out or get the fuck out of my session. I can’t stand a goofy bitch or a desperate one. It’s not a good look.” I vented.
I hated being so harsh, but I tried the nice way, and it didn’t work.
“My bad. I guess I’m not used to being turned down. Men don’t usually care about their relationship status as fucked up as it may seem. I’m gonna get out of here, but if you need me to redo anything with my part, just hit me up and we can come up with something.” Phoenix grabbed her things and scurried out of the room.
I groaned in annoyance because I knew our interaction was probably the first of many. I had never been in a relationship before, and I knew everyone wouldn’t adjust to my lifestyle change overnight.
Spinz and Arlo cracked a few jokes about how pissed off Phoenix was when they saw her outside. When I explained to them what happened, they thought it was hilarious. I, on the other hand, was irritated and ready to head home to my baby.
By the time I got back to my hotel, I got a notification from my security cameras and watched Honesty stagger into the house. I sat there for a while and followed her as she moved through the condo. It might have been a creep move, but I didn’t give a damn.
When she entered my bedroom, my phone rang, and I smiled when I saw her contact pop up.
“What’s up, baby? I see you made it home safely.”
“Yeah, but now I’m sad. I thought I would feel closer to you at your house, but now I just miss you even more.” I didn’t need to see her face to know she was pouting.
“I miss you too, baby. I’m about to FaceTime you, so I can see your pretty face before I fall asleep.”
I hung up and called her right back. Shorty had my head gone, and I was okay with it.
“I’m gonna take you in the shower with me, and then we can go to bed together.”
“Okay, baby. Let me plug my shit up before I fall asleep.”
My head rested on the pillow as I stared at her. She propped her phone on my dresser and stripped out of her clothes.
“You’re so sexy, baby. I could look at you all night.”
When I was a youngin’, I used to crack jokes on my friends for sleeping on the phone with their girls, and now my grown ass was anxiously waiting to fall asleep on the phone with my baby.
“Thank you, baby.”
I chuckled when she stood there trying to find her balance. My Honey Bee had a good night out, and I was happy for her. I noticed she seemed tense the last few weeks, but I wasn’t sure why. It was nice to see her unwind and let her hair down.
She kept her word and took the phone into the bathroom while she showered. When she got out, I told her to keep her clothes off. Her nasty ass didn’t hesitate to follow my request. I hadn’t had phone sex since I was a young bull, but the experience was even better with someone I loved.
After I busted my nut, I passed out with my phone propped up on the pillow next to me. Honesty’s angelic face was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes.
EIGHTEEN
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“This place is coming together really nicely. I can’t believe my little baby is an entrepreneur. Maybe this means you’ll stay out of my pockets.” Messiah teased as he toured my boutique.
