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He laughed. “Maybe, but anyway, me and Blaze are coming over for dinner this weekend. So set that up.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Blaze wants to meet Harlem and remember Aja is spending the weekend with us. Blaze promised to take her to get her toes and shit done.”

I nodded. “Bet.”

I left the shop a little later, mentally all over the fucking place. Though most of my anger subsided, I still had murder on my mind. Had this been last year, I would’ve gone on a spree, starting with Maj and dropping a body a day until this situation was cleaned up and on channel seven. I didn’t though.

I pulled into my driveway and sat there for a minute, navigating to the internet to find a recipe for doughnuts. I clicked the first one I found. It said homemade glazed doughnuts. I spent a minute reading through the directions, making sure I had everything before I went in and got to working on my dough. Kneading the dough helped me get through all the shit in my mind, all of the things I wanted to do but didn’t.

Three hours later the cake plate had doughnuts on it and I was ready to lay my ass down. Too bad I heard the shower going and decided to step in with her. It was Saturday so I knew for a fact Aja wasn’t up yet.

“I didn’t know you were back until I smelled you baking. Who pissed you off?” she asked as soon as I stepped in.

“Long ass night. You missed me?”

“Course I did. It’s no fun being in your bed without you. I texted you a few times, but you didn’t answer, so I figured you were busy.”

“I was, but I ain’t never too busy for you. Call me next time, baby.” My hands found her hips, pulling her frame against me before turning her around. “Show me how much you missed me, mama.”

“Mhmm.” She did just as I asked, bending over the bench just for me. This right here was why only one body dropped this morning. I was able to come home to heaven like this.

The sight before me was beautiful, so fucking mesmerizing that I couldn’t help but stare at her, gripping my dick.

“Tell me you on something, baby, because ain’t no way I’ma be able to pull out.” I damn near begged, knowing damn well even if she told me she wasn’t I was still finna shoot up the club.

“No, I’m not,” she moaned when I began rubbing my dick against her sopping center. That shit was so pretty my lip hurt from how hard I bit into it.

“You gotta pull ou—” she started but I pushed into her so deep her words became lost. Shit, I didn’t need no words, I was as close to heaven as I could get.

By the time we made it out of the shower, I was dead tired and Harlem had all the energy in the world. Not only that, I heard Aja’s feet in the distance. Shorty was looking for some breakfast and to get on my damn nerves.

“Go to sleep, I got her.”

“You sure?” I asked, pulling my briefs over on my ass, headed in the direction of the bed already.

“Yes, she’s fine. We’ll probably go get something to eat then check on my shop and the puppies, if that’s fine with you.”

“Yeah. Call me if you need me.”

“Go to sleep. I got this. Just don’t get used to me cooking at your house.”

I caught her around the waist and pulled her into my embrace. “Too late. I done already got used to you cooking for me. Also, check the cake plate before you go.”

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Ididn’t know when I fell asleep, but my phone ringing against the side of my face interrupted that. I opened my eyes and the room was dark, letting me know it was late. Damn, I had slept the whole day away and something smelled good.

“Yo,” I answered, not even thinking about checking to see who could be calling.

“What’s up, baby brother? How is everything?” I pulled back and looked at the phone to make sure my ears hadn’t been playing tricks on me. It was a number I didn’t recognize but only one person called me baby brother even though I hated that shit with a passion.

“Where are you calling from?” I stood to my feet and stretched before moving to the bathroom.

“Around. What’s up with you? Everything good?”

“Seems that way. Yo’ bitch ass daddy on bullshit right now but nothing I can’t handle.”

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