Page 43 of Hooked on Loving Him

Shiddd. Sassy is wearing noise-canceling headphones because Peaches put her up on game after y’all adventure in babysitting.

Kyce:

Oh shit! Is that why Peaches hung her head when she saw Ashari at dinner? *laughing emoji*

Me:

Wow, Kyce. Let me find out you’re bandwagon jumping to stay in little bro’s good graces. Simp ass niggas

“If you’re done letting your brothers entertain you, can you put me to sleep?” Ashari asks, rubbing her hand on my dick as it jumps in response, causing me to turn my phone off.

“Say less, Shari.”

Ain’t neither one of my brothers more important than the advantage of sliding into the treasure that is Ashari’s pussy. A fluttering sensation sprouts in my stomach as I reposition Ashari’s body before leaning down to kiss her sweet lips as a moan escapes my mouth from the contact.

Yeah, fuck those niggas. It's go time.

At the last minute,Ashari changed her mind about accompanying me to my vasectomy consultation, and I’m unsure how to feel about it. Ashari said she didn’t want to pressure me to decide either way and felt her presence would do precisely that. An urgent text to Letitia this morning led to her calling to move my counseling session from tomorrow to today. Now, here I am, walking into the clinic for my appointment with heavy limbs and a wavering heart rate.

“Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment?” a blonde with large breasts and a cheery smile asks. Despite not knowing her from a can of paint, the familiarity of her voice has me taking a step back from the counter.

Why the fuck am I thinking about her ass right now?

“Y-yeah, Kayshon Patton.”

“Oh wow. You look great. I’m Carleen’s daughter,” the girl says, causing me to frown instantly.

The last thing I want to do is remember Carleen’s ho-ass at this time. Rubbing my hand along the back of my neck, I stare at the woman without uttering a word.

“I’ll get you checked in. They’ll be with you soon. Sit wherever you’d like,” the girl says, realizing I’m not up for conversation or a trip down bullshit lane.

With heavy steps, I plop down in a seat where ole girl won’t be able to see me as I hang my head. The song Mama Lo sang to me on my way echoes in my mind as I attempt to calm my nerves.

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Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.

Just to take Him at His word.

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*bzz*

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I unlock it to see a text from Ms. Aretha, bringing a smile to my lips. My family, thanks to Jawaan’s chit-chatting ass, knows what’s going on today, so I’m not surprised by Mama Lo’s song or this message from Ms. Aretha.

Ms. Aretha:

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of nut snips, I will fear nothing but the absence of babies in my home.

Me:

I’m pretty sure this scripture doesn’t go like this. LOL

Ms. Aretha:

I’m your heathen conscience trying to stop you from this madness. Stop talking so I can do my work.

Me:

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