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He ended the call and made his way to me. Hearing him say I lost the baby brought a tinge of sadness to my heart. While I knew I wasn’t ready for a baby, I never wished for the baby to die. Relief wasn’t my immediate response to what was happening. It was sadness. I supposed I had subconsciously bonded with the baby. I stood from the couch, and Christian pulled me in his embrace. I closed my eyes for a moment and laid my head against his shoulder. When I pulled away, he tilted my head back and kissed my lips.

“Thanks, Christian. I’m gonna go get cleaned up. When I come back, we can order something to eat and watch a movie or something.”

He nodded and released me to go get myself together. I was feeling too sensitive now, and I refused to let my feelings get involved in what Christian and I had going on. Niggas still ain’t shit.

CHAPTER 9

CHRISTIAN

Isat on the couch and glanced around Mya’s place. Seeing her laptop open on her desk in a corner, I smiled slightly. There was no way I was gonna let her struggle and take the fun out of something she loved. I’d already gone to the leasing office and paid her rent for the next three months before I came to her unit. I could tell she was struggling. What kind of nigga would I be if I had the money to spare and didn’t help?

Whether I remained in the friend zone or not, I couldn’t sit here and watch her struggle like this. I’d never had a female friend that didn’t cross the line anyway. I wasn’t the type of nigga to be strictly friends with a woman. She would have had to been ugly as fuck, and even then, I wouldn’t be her friend, because I wouldn’t want to look at her for too long.

When Mya walked away, I could tell that her feelings were on her sleeve. I committed that nigga’s name to memory in case I ever had to check his ass again. His rejection had done something to her, although she said she didn’t want him. I knew hurt when I saw it. He had better hope I never had to see him. It wouldn’t be nice or friendly. I didn’t give a fuck what Mya said. She was mine, and she knew that shit too.

It took real restraint to turn her down, especially after I’d tasted her and saw those perfect ass titties. I wanted to grab all that thick ass hair on her head and fuck the shit out of her. I was so close to that shit, but I would have felt horrible if she would have started bleeding or some shit like that. Jess said they didn’t wait six weeks like the doctor had said, but she was married. I wasn’t about to take that chance with Mya, only for her to ghost my ass afterward.

When she came back to where I was, she had changed into a looser T-shirt, warm-up pants, and she was clearly wearing a bra. Her nipples were so fucking hard it didn’t take much to see them through the tight T-shirt she had on earlier. When she jumped in my arms and I felt that hot ass pussy against me, I almost turned the fuck around and went back home.

She sat next to me and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

That was a loaded ass question. My first thought was you. I wanted to eat the fuck out of her. I had never had a desire so strong to eat pussy, not even with Janay. Mya’s young ass had me tripping. I was an entire nine years older than her, and she had me spending money on her ass. That was highly unusual. I wasn’t a nigga that tricked off money. Uncle Kenny and Avery had both taught us to hold on to our money and not let these lil fast ass girls stick us for our paper.

“Whatever you wanna eat is fine. I’m not picky.”

“You sure?” she asked as she stared up at me.

“Yep.”

She gently rubbed my cheek and smiled. “Pizza it is then.”

She seemed extremely happy about that. Her smile widened as she pulled her hand away and placed a call.

“Damn. You got ’em on speed dial?”

“Shut up, Christian. Yes, I do.”

I slowly shook my head as she placed the order. It was rare that I ate fast food. There was no reason for me to do so when my mama was the best cook in Southeast Texas. As if she was reading my mind, she said, “Everybody ain’t got the best soul food diner in the world in their back pocket.”

“You right about that shit. I’m gon’ have to tell my mama and Aunt Jen what you said.”

She smiled at me. “How’s Mister Jasper?”

“First off, don’t call that nigga mister. That don’t even sound right. Just say Jasper. Secondly, I’m pretty sure he’s fine. He’ll be high in a couple of hours.”

She chuckled. “I could smell it on him, so you ain’t gotta tell me. You smoke with him sometimes?”

“Hell naw. Smoking with Uncle Jasper is the equivalent of tryna smoke with Snoop. I’ll sleep for a whole week trying to keep up with that nigga.”

She laughed loudly. “Your lips are too pink to say you’re a smoker.”

“I’m not a smoker. I just smoke every now and then. Jakari smokes the most out of the three of us.”

“He’s the oldest, right?”

“Mm hmm.”

“How’s the baby?”

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