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“Keep talking shit and yo’ fine ass ain’t gon’ get no sleep tonight either. And you would’ve gotten some sleep if it wasn’t for that smart-ass mouth of yours that always seems to rear its ugly head when you wanna go round for round.” he said as he lifted his shirt that she had on and pinched her on the ass.

“Ouch,” She frowned as she tried to slip out of his lap. “That shit hurts, Trey.”

Laughing, Trey tightened his arms around her and covered her in kisses, then said, “Sit on my face right quick, and I’ll make it all better.”

“Oh no, not right now I’m not,” She giggled as she slipped out of his arms and headed back toward the door. “You will not make me late for work like you did last week with your nasty ass. Plus, I gotta get the new copy of the gazette out and finish preparing for the big Pleasureville fair in September. I also have book club meetings after work and have to start contacting authors for the Love of Melanin book event I put together at the end of October every year. I haven’t been able to get anything done lately, thanks to you and your dick.”

“Shit, I know you ain’t blaming me when you’re the one who kept sitting on my dick or sliding it up in you. Or you kept saying slick shit to get me to fuck the shit outta you.”

“Well, you don’t have to let me have my way all the time, Trey,” Bleu mumbled as she headed back toward the door. “Punish me sometimes when I act out. ‘Cause sometimes I just need some attention or dick.”

A’ight,” Smirking, Trey got up and followed her back inside to start breakfast and get ready for his day. “I’mma remember that shit when you ask me for something, and I tell your spoiled ass no. Ya daddy and uncles had their hands full with you growing up, didn’t they?”

“So what?” She smiled. What you trying to say?!” Raising her brows, she popped a hand on her hip. Her stance demanded that he explain himself.

Glancing up from the other side of the counter, Trey met her gaze while licking his bottom lip and said, “I’m not trying to say anything, gorgeous. I said what the fuck I said. Ya spoiled ass is used to getting your way, and you tryin’ to wrap me around ya lil finger just like you probably got the rest of the men in ya life.”

“Sure do, so what? I don’t have to take this abuse. I’m going home to get ready for work.” She poked her bottom lip out and pretended to pout as she grabbed her phone and slipped into her house shoes.

“A’ight, I’ll have breakfast and a fruit smoothie ready for you shortly. When I bring it over, make sure ya thieving ass give me back my shirt that you’ve made yourself so comfortable in.” Chuckling, he teased as he retrieved the pans to make the veggie omelets and biscuits.

“Nope, I'm not giving you this shirt back. It’s mine now. It’s my comfort shirt now.” She smiled and stuck her tongue out as she headed for the door. “So, gon’ and buy you another one.”

“Yeah, okay.” He caught her by the back of said shirt and pulled her body to him for a kiss as he caressed her and dipped his tongue in and out of her mouth. “You lucky I like the way you look in my shit. I’ll see ya fine ass in a minute.”

“Okay,” Giggling, she nodded before she descended the stairs and headed home.

“Hey?” Trey called after her with a smile that he didn’t mind letting the whole world know that she was responsible for.

“Yes, Trey?” Bleu was in a damn good mood and couldn’t stop blushing if she wanted to.

“I know it’s only been a short while, but how has the new dishwasher been running since I installed it?” His gaze roamed that sexy body of hers as he contemplated snatching her ass up and going for yet another round.

“Like a dream. I owe you big time, Trey.”

“Straight up, well, I’m coming to collect tonight. You gon’ be ready fa’ me?” Trey’s dick bricked up in anticipation. His desire for her was growing out of control.

“Yup, wet and ready with my legs spread wide and a smile on my face, just waiting for you to dive in.”

“A’ight bet. Can’t wait ‘til tonight.”

“Shit, I can’t either. My clit is fluttering right now in anticipation.”

Laughing, Trey shook his head, strode to the end of his yard, and waited until she was safely inside before returning home. As he washed his hands and then the vegetables, Trey thought about Bleu and how she was becoming more to him than he’d ever imagined of any woman. The shit was a bit terrifying, but not fully embracing her and experiencing all that she had to offer would be a tragedy.

Trey ended up smiling the whole time he prepared their breakfast, and his cheeks were still hiked up as he made his way to her home. He’d figured his good mood would last all day, but when he just so happened to glance up toward her porch and saw Bleu kissing her ex, he knew getting through the rest of this day would be one of the hardest of his life. At that moment, Trey knew he was in love with Bleu because seeing that shit broke his fucking heart.

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“Trent, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bleu’s eyes bugged out of her head as she yelled while shoving him back out of her personal space. Disbelief was written all over her face as she tried to wipe his kiss off with her hand while at the same time trying to hold her robe closed.

When Bleu came to the door two minutes ago, she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She opened the door, ready to jump into Trey's arms, because she assumed that it was him standing on the other side of her door. But when Trent’s face came into view instead, Bleu was instantly annoyed. Her smile immediately dropped as she stepped onto her front porch and mugged him. She never even got to ask him what the fuck he was doing at her house before he grabbed her up and laid a big kiss on her lips.

“Shit, my bad. I'm sorry, Bleu,” Trent lowered his head slightly as he kept his distance. “I just couldn’t help it. “I—I never could resist you in general, but when you’re fresh out the shower wit’ nothing on, I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you and see if there was still a spark between us. And I know if I felt that shit, you did too. We can still⁠—”

“Trent, nooooo! What the fuck don’t you understand about there being no more us?” Bleu screamed as she slapped her hand against her screen door. She wanted to punch him dead in the mouth; she was so fucking furious with the nigga. But her daddy told her never to put her hands on a man unless she was ready to kill. And if she was, to make sure she could take the nigga out on the first try. So hitting the door was her only alternative, for now. “We are through. We’re over. We’re never gonna be together, and you have nobody but your family and yourself to blame. Plus, I’m already in a relationship. I’m in love with Trey, and I'm happy. Please don’t fuck this up for me. After all the bullshit that your family has put me through, the least you could do is be happy for me. Damn it,” She threw her hand about frantically. “How many times do we gotta go through this shit? It’s like every few years, you forget that we’re still broken up and have been for years. What the fuck are you even doing here anyway, Trent?” Bleu asked with fury in her stare. She mugged the fuck out of him so hard that Trent immediately felt like shit for pissing her off. He hated that he’d only added to the pain his family had put her through.

“I uh—I came to apologize for the shit I said last night,” he said as he slipped his hands into his pockets and found sudden fascination with everything on Bleu’s front porch except for looking her directly into her eyes.