Page 37 of Hooked on Loving Him

“Cute is for four-legged bunnies, my baby. I promise you that it’s the last thing you’ll ever call me,” Jawaan says as the smile falls and something unreadable flashes in his orbs.

“Ooh, I’d love to?—”

“Trust me. I’m bad for your existence, my baby,” Jawaan says, cutting Mycah off.

A tingle runs down my spine at feeling Marquan’s index finger caressing my neck, causing me to meet his lust-filled eyes.

“What they have going on has no bearing on us. I gotta run, but meet me at our spot at nine.” With that, he leans down and kisses my forehead before walking off as my mind stalls momentarily.

“So, are you saying something, or am I?” Jawaan asks, glowering.

“Last I checked, I’m single,” I say.

Jawaan shakes his head as a low chuckle without humor leaves his mouth before he walks closer to the table and speaks lowly.

“One thing I’m coming to understand about my brothers is their inability to change their minds once they choose something or someone they want. Your tone-deaf ass ain’t been single since God put you in my brother’s path. However, I can’t wait to see your wedding pictures to confirm that about my brothers, God doesn’t play.”

“Are you sure you won’t let me perfect my bunny hop on your dick?” Mycah asks, causing me to break the intense eye contact between Jawaan and me to see the lust filling her orbs.

“I just can’t understand for the life of me what he sees in you. Yet every time you talk of leaving him, he gets so shook up, he doesn’t know what to do.” Jawaan starts singing, forcing me to return my gaze to him. He winks at me and walks away, humming.

“What the hell just happened?” I say lowly.

“Better yet, did that nigga just remix The O’Jays song while singing to you, bestie?” Mycah asks in wide-eyed wonderment, looking like she’s seconds away from following Jawaan.

“Yeah,” I say, unable to speak further.

“Damn. His ass is fine, and he can sing. I’m gonna need you to convince him to give me a chance.”

“Let it go, girl. I’m in a crisis,” I say, hanging my head.

“Uh, it seems like your only crisis is whether you want cream or white. Me and Jordan are the ones who are about to be in a crisis dealing with Amari’s aggy ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The maid of honor role Amari will think she automatically inherits for your wedding.”

“Girl, I ain’t getting married.”

“Humph, we’ll see, because my ex-rabbit just said your fate has already been sealed.”

*zzit, zzit*

My phone dancing on the table prevents me from responding to Mycah as I pick up and swallow at seeing Kayshon’s name on my screen. Unlocking my phone, I clench my thighs at seeing his message.

My Reformed Cat Catcher:

If you want to see me flashing across your TV in a breaking news report, have your ass somewhere other than your crib at nine.

“Why are you wearing that cheesy ass grin?” Mycah asks.

Turning my phone toward her so she could read Kayshon’s message, I waited for her to finish before pulling it back and locking it without responding to Kayshon. My pussy starts thumping, forcing me to pick up my glass and drain it of the contents while waving our server to the table to ask for a refill.

“Why do you have that man saved like that, girl?” Mycah asks, laughing.

My Reformed Cat Catcher:

All you gotta do is say the word and I’ll reward your obedience.

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