Page 67 of Deuce

I rolled my eyes and stood from the couch. I tucked my phone into my bra and stuck my foot into my favorite fuzzy slides.

“I’ll be back.”

“Mmm hmm. Don’t be out there being nasty in front of my building. This ain’t that type of establishment.”

“Fuck you, Shar.”

Her cackling echoed in my ears as I left the apartment. About two minutes later, I was walking off the elevator and out the front door. Deuce stood in front of his car with his arms crossed. When his eyes landed on me, he smirked. He pushed off from the car as I neared him.

“Hey, baby,” he spoke, reaching for me.

His arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled me into his chest.

I peered up at him. “Baby?”

“You got a problem with me calling you baby? I’m not finna keep playing with you, Salima. I want you.”

“And what makes you think I want you?”

“I don’t think it, I know it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Because you owe me something.”

“Nigga, what do I owe you?”

“A kiss. Yo’ mama fine ass was being a real hater last night.”

I laughed out loud. “Awww Deucy!” I sang, pinching his cheek. “You want a kiss?”

“Stop that shit,” he said firmly as he held me away from him. He scoffed. “Deucy. The fuck is that?”

“It’s a pet name.”

“Do I look like a dog to you?”

I continued to laugh as his frown deepened. He tried his hardest not to smile. I slid my arms around his waist and peered up at him with a smile.

“Ask me nicely.”

He kissed his teeth. “I did ask nicely.”

“No. You told me I owed you something. Ask me for a kiss like a regular nigga, and maybe I’ll oblige you.”

“You get on my nerves, woman.”

“And you get on mine. So. what’s it gonna be?”

He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Can I have a kiss… please?”

I giggled. “Now was that so hard? Come here.”

Cupping his face, I pulled his head to mine and kissed him softly. His arms came around me and he pulled me close. Our lips parted and our tongues collided. His hands slid down my back to grope my ass. The T-shirt dress I wore started to rise up,and I had to hold it in place. He gave my ass a hard slap, causing me to moan into his mouth.

“Yaaassss friend!” I heard the screaming from the eighth floor where Shar lived. “That’s my fucking girl!”

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