Page 145 of Rather: The Therapist

“I’m up for the challenge. He looks like a big boy.”

The petite, caramel skinned beauty with dimples deep enough to fill with semen spoke up.

“I’d split you in half, love. Stay in your lane.”

The rest of the crew erupted in laughter. Kofi pounded the seat next to him, finding my response comical. Until he had the chance to experience Rather in ways I had, he wouldn’t understand my lack of interest in any other woman.

She had some shit you couldn’t shake back from. Paired with her personality, aura, and essence… She was a triple threat. It wasn’t easy agreeing to give yourself to anyone else when you knew you had access to something as celestial as Rather’s pussy.

“As long as you piece me back together, I don’t mind.”

“I don’t have that type of time.”

Dismissing her a second time, I hoped she received the message. If not, the next words to come from my mouth wouldn’t be as tolerable. They’d likely fuck up her whole night.

“Everybody out. Everybody out,” Killian interjected, saving Kofi’s guests from embarrassment.

One by one, we filed off the plane with Killian and I staying behind the rest of the crew.

“Four hours, maximum.”

“I’m on the same time you’re on,” Killian agreed.

“He’s already plastered. Your clip loaded?”

“And ready to eat through some flesh.”

“Because someone is going to jail or to the morgue tonight if we don’t keep this nigga in line.”

“It won’t be one of us.”

“Can’t be,” I assured him.

“You good, though? Can’t believe we got your ass out of the house.”

“All hands on deck tonight. Besides, I couldn’t miss his big night. This nigga won’t be living the bachelor’s life too much longer.”

“This nigga really about to tie the knot before the both of us. Shit wild but the shit is necessary. I’m happy Pops stood ten toes down behind his decision. The last thing I want to do is lose that nigga, no matter how foolish he is.”

“He is a fucking headache, but he’s our headache.”

“For life.”

“For life.”

“You ready to spend that fucking money on them hoes, nigga.”

“And you talking about you’re surprised I’m outside. Nigga, all he had to do was whisper strip club and I was in. Ain’t shit like ass in your face, money in your pocket, and the entire world at your palms.”

“Fuck celebrating that motherfucker. We’re celebrating life!”

“That too.” I nodded. “That too.”

Kofi took the first SUV. Silk and Ice piled into the second one. Killian and I, along with two of the women from the plane, followed behind them in the third.

Left.

Right.

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