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“Shit, you, okay?” he asks as he tries to move. All I can do is nod.

He pulls out and moves away, then I feel his tongue on my clit.

“Fuck. What are you…Oh my God.” I lift my hips, feeling like I’m coming again.

He is sucking my pussy, and I hold his head as I feel a second wave creeping over me.

“You’re such a fucking mess Treasure,” he whispers as he resumes his sweet torture.

“Shit, Tarek, I am coming.” I try to push him away, but he anchors me down with his arm.

This is how I die by orgasm, as my body clenches I scream out, “Fuck, baby.”

I push away and I roll off the sofa, only to have Tarek hold me from falling. Tarek sits up and pulls me to his side. He kisses me deeply and the heady taste of us covers my lips.

“We taste fucking delicious,” he whispers, as he looks at me, he wipes his lips and licks his fingers.

With another man, this would have been an ick, having a man eat me out after we both came. But with Tarek it feels …right.

The rest of the night we have sex in the kitchen, then the bedroom, until finally we fell asleep. I felt a kiss on my forehead and a whisper of his voice over my ear. I was too tired to open my eyes. My bed feels colder… He’s gone.

ChapterEight

Dereck

Miranda is dating someone. I don’t know his name, but I do know that I want him far away from her. No, I want him dead. But I haven’t seen her smile that wide for a year now.

She is fucking glowing again, and it’s killing me.

Miranda has begun college. She got a full scholarship. The truth is I paid for her full college tuition under the guise of a scholarship. I am determined to care for her and my son even it is from afar.

She was busy, with a one-year-old and college…when did she get time to date. Where the hell was my son?

I always take time to drive or fly down to Charleswood, it’s only four hours away from Lakeshore. I don’t show up for two weeks, because my son was sick and at home. And I come back to this.

A smiling Miranda, a happy flirting Miranda. I should be happy that she is happy. But not like this and not with him. Look at her sitting, her fingers twirling the side of her afro, it’s making my blood boil.

I bend my head, struggling to catch my breath. This is all my fault. Looking up, I press my clenched fist to my mouth.

I pushed her away. I told myself this was the right thing to do, to leave her so she can live her life to the fullest. It would have been easier, but she has my son. I have to stay to protect them, even if they never know that I am here.

Through the burger joint’s window, I watch them share a milkshake together. His forehead almost touched hers. My insides are falling apart. Is this how she felt when she saw me getting married to someone else?

“Fuck me,” I groan. I love her. I don’t want to but God dammit I love her. Everything about Miranda holds me captive. I have become a slave to her.

My world has dimmed without her love, I feel like my life is black and white and all the color, the joy, she took it with her.

When I close my eyes at night, when the world quiets, my mind doesn’t. I am kept awake by the thoughts of Miranda and my children. For hours with my eyes open, I lay in my bed needing to talk to her. To find out if she is all right. I want to ask her if her heart is as heavy as mine. I want to know if she feels the emptiness too. I have become obsessed with a love that I can never have. All I can do now is sit and watch from afar as she falls in love with another. I have never known a pain like this before.

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PENNY

There is something sobering seeing your best friend with someone who makes them happy. It’s like my heart feels settled watching Zeeta glow. Sunday was the day that belongs to the lord, that’s what my mom would say. Thus it’s ingrained in me to attend church on Sunday. What I didn’t expect was meeting Zeeta’s boss, now turned boyfriend, opening my best friend’s front door.

Rhet Banner is just the sweetest. We spoke for a long time about business acquisitions and mergers. All the while Zeeta was getting her mom ready. Every time Zeeta passes near the living room, Rhet’s eyes track her. I know he is not paying attention to anything I say, and that was okay. It’s nice to see someone love my bestie just as much as me.

Of course we were late for church. Nothing irks me more when the ushers carry you to the front of the church when you are late. Like why? I turn away and walk to the back row. I squeeze into a pew next to some newcomers. In all the topics Bishop Bartholomew had to pick today was honesty and marriage.

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