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“What are you doing?” she asks, looking at my hand and then my face.

“Come on,” I tell her. She doesn’t try to pull away; she just lets me lead her out the side door and over to one of the tables.

“What’s this about?” she asks as I set the plate on the table and sit her down next to me.

“You need to eat,” I tell her.

“What? I was leaving.”

“And now you’re eatin’.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Didn’t ask that, baby girl. You’re gonna eat before you leave here,” I tell her. I slide the plate in front of her but she doesn’t move to pick up anything. “I mean it. Eat.”

“No. I’m not a baby.”

“You embarrassed to eat in front of me?” I can see the look in her eyes, and it makes me wonder what her life was like. What it is like. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. “Okay. Kiki!” I call out when I see my girl come out the side door. She walks over and sits across from us as I stand from my seat.

“Yeah?”

“Watch her. She isn’t leavin’ here till she eats,” I tell her.

“You can’t do that,” Nat protests. I lean down, getting eye level with her.

“I can and I will. Make sure she eats, Kiki. I mean it,” I repeat before standing and walking away.

I head back toward the front of the club just to check things out and see what’s going on, but I can’t not look at her. I turn back to see Kiki talking and Nat picking at the food. I smile, knowing she’ll go home with a full stomach tonight.

Chapter 4

Natasha

Rick and I walk through the park just hanging out and talking. It’s been almost two months since we went to that party and I find myself wondering about Gunner more and more. He told me to come back and I’ve thought about it.

“You want to go back?” Rick asks as I look off in the distance.

“Why not? It was fun,” I tell him.

“You want the D, Nat. That’s what this is about.”

“And? It was some good dick, Rick. I mean, I’ve never had a dick like that before.”

“You’re sick, girl. But I love it. So go back,” he urges.

“You’ll go with me, right?”

“To a dick appointment? No. I will not. That’s where I draw the line,” he laughs.

“It’s not like that. I just want to talk to him.”

“Oh, please. The only talking is going to be you screaming his name and begging for more. I’m not going to sit around while you get fucked. You can go. I’ll even walk you over there.” I sigh and wonder what it is I want to go back there for. It’s not like we had a nice conversation. We fucked, he fed me, and I left. But there was something about him that tugged at my insides. Something that said there’s more to him than I realize. And I’m nosey. I want to know more.

“Fine. Walk me over there,” I tell Rick. He chuckles and grabs my arm before we start walking toward the clubhouse. Neither of us speaks as we make our way over there. It’s probably better this way. I don’t want to hear him judging me.

When we get close enough, he pulls his arm away from me and motions for me to go.

“What if something happens?”

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