Page 45 of Deuce

“Look at you,” he said, peering down at me. “You know as well as I do that you don’t want a soft nigga. You need somebody to boss up on you and this smart-ass mouth from time to time.”

“And you think that’s you?”

“It’s gonna be me. I promise you that.”

He dropped his lips on me and, once again, I folded. He gave me a kiss so nasty that I was ready to climb across this seat and sit on his dick right in front of my house. I wouldn’t do that, though. People around here were nosey. The last thing I needed was it to get back to my mama that somebody saw me screwing this man outside. I mean sure, I was grown. But I had more respect for her than that.

Deuce pulled his lips away. He swiped his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away traces of the kiss we’d shared.

“I’ll let you know about your car in the morning,” he stated.

“Okay.”

“Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

I sat there for a moment, waiting.

“What?” he asked.

“The door.”

He shook his head as he opened the driver’s side door and climbed out. A few seconds later, my door opened, and he reached for my hand. I slipped him my palm before climbing out myself.

I gave his arm a gentle tap. “You’ll learn, and this will become second nature.”

“Whatever you say, woman. Should I walk you to the door too?”

“A gentleman always walks the lady to the door.”

“Well, I’m not a gentleman, but I got you.”

He offered me his arm, and I wrapped my hand around his bicep as we took the short stroll up to my front door. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door.

“Let me get your car key so I can have my boy pick it up.”

I slipped the key off the ring and handed it to him. “How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“I can already hear Leann’s mouth. You know, she warned me to stay away from you. Did you fuck her?”

“No.”

“Do you wanna fuck her?”

He shrugged. “I would, but I won’t. Leann is a good friend and business associate. I don’t like mixing business with pleasure too often.”

“So, I’m the exception?”

He chuckled. “You might be.” He stared at me for a moment, his eyes boring into mine. “Sleep well, Salima. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I opened the door and stood there as he walked back to his car. Once he was safely inside, I closed the door and leaned against it. This man was going to be my undoing.

“Iknow you didn’t let that man finger you in a bar, Salima.”

Shar and I sat poolside at her apartment complex. When I woke up from my much needed beauty rest, I’d booked an Uber over to tell her about my first night at work. Somebody had to hear the story and I couldn’t tell my mama. As far as she knew, I had a great night.

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