Page 27 of The Prez

Brock’s hand trails down my arm and I allow it since both hands are around Little Raf. “You can work it off, you know?”

“We’ve been through this,” I say through gritted teeth. “I already fucking said no. You made me lose my best friend because of your lies. Let me leave.”

“You’ll leave when—” He stops talking when the sound of keys in the lock catches our attention.

Kit might not want to see me, but I’m glad he’s here. I’m not sure how I would have gotten away if he didn’t show up.

He pushes through the door, head down as he pulls the key from the lock. “Forgot my lunch so I thought I’d—” Kit stops talking when he looks up and sees me pressed against the wall, Brock standing in front of me. “What the fuck, Omari? You came back while I was working to steal my man?”

“Yeah fucking right,” I say, easing around Brock, who hasn’t moved much. “I’m only here to give him the money I owe him, that’s it. I told you I don’t want him and never did.Besides, you think I’d fuck him with a baby in my arms? I thought you were smarter than that, Kit.” He scowls at me.

As I get closer to Kit, I see a faint bruise under his right eye. I may not like him in this moment, but he’s been my best friend for almost my entire life. I can’t turn off the love and protectiveness I feel for him.

Stopping in front of him, I grip his chin and twist his face so I can see better. He slaps my hand away, but he averts his gaze. I sigh, patting Little Raf’s back as he squirms. “Are you okay?” I whisper.

“Fine,” he says in a hard voice. “We’re happy. You need to leave.”

I step closer so Brock can’t hear. “Please, Kit. If he’s hurting you, you can come to me. I’ll help you get away.”

Brock walks over to us, pulling Kit against him. “Make sure you have that thousand dollars you owe me in two weeks.”

“Fuck you, Brock. I’ve paid you the money I owed you. No pills are worth three thousand dollars. Hell, two grand was too much. Consider yourself fucking lucky you have that. I won’t pay you another penny.” I look down at Little Raf, mumbling an apology for my language. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

Brock smiles, but it’s not a happy one. It promises retribution and pain. “We’ll see, Omari.”

With one last look at Kit’s bruised face, I throw the door open and storm out. Hopefully, Kit realizes he deserves better than fucking Brock and will reach out to me. I don’t know what I can do, but I can at least ask for some help. Shane is a lawyer; he may be able to give me some insight.

“Hey! Glad you found the place okay,” Shane says, blocking the door with his body. “Let me get Zeus into the room and you can come in. Every time we open the front door, he thinks it’s time to go out for a walk.” Shane shuts the door and there’s shuffling for a moment, then he opens it wide for us to enter. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries.” I step inside and look around the clean and well-kept home. It’s nice. Homey. The complete opposite of Big Raf’s house. I put the potted plant up, but it’s the only color in the place. I’m putting up those fucking pictures today. “Nice place.”

“I would say thanks, but I only contributed the couch. This is Zeke’s childhood home.”

Shane lets his dog out of the bedroom by the time we’re in the living room and I smile at the beautiful dog. He’s mostly black, with white patches on his paws and chest. He can’t be more than three or four.

He trots over to us, sniffing at me, then at Little Raf. Then he circles at the spot on the floor just beside me and lies down, resting his head on my feet.

Shane grins as he sits down. “He likes you. Then again, the little traitor likes everyone. At the dog park, he tries to leave with at least three other families.”

I laugh, reaching down to pet him. “He’s a beautiful little pup. I like him too.” Zeus turns his head to lick my hand, then lies back down.

“So what’s up?” Shane asks. “How are you settling in?”

“Good. Big Raf is?—”

“Oh my god, he lets you call him that?” Shane interrupts with wide eyes.

I scrunch my eyebrows. “Well, yeah. I call the baby Little Raf. It only makes sense.”

“Zeke will not let him live that down.” Shane pulls out his phone and starts texting, a wide grin on his face. When he’sdone, he looks at me and his smile drops. “Oh shit, that was rude, I didn’t let you answer. I’m sorry. How are things going?”

I smile at him. “It’s fine. As I was saying, things are going well. We had a few bumps, but I think we’re good now.”

My face heats as I think about just how good we might be.

After Big Raf went into his room, I heard his moans and grunts as he got himself off. Was it because of me? Because he touched me and felt my hardening cock against his leg? That couldn’t be, right?

I was up the whole night trying to figure out if he was touching himself because of me or he was just horny and needed a release. Half of my brain kept telling me that it was because of me, but the other half told me he would never want someone like me and I was imagining things. It made for a long night of wrestling with myself.

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