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“While I am here, I will be dating other people,” she states.

Now she was being petty. I slide on the couch next to her. “Go ahead. But that pussy is mine.”

“Boy please.” She rolls her eyes.

She screams as I grab her and pull her unto my lap. Allowing her to feel how hard I have become.

I nuzzle into her neck, she smells sweet like caramel. She sighs and looks at me in my eyes.

“I am really sorry, Pen,”

She laughs. “No, you are not Tarek”

“You’re right I’m not. But I don’t like when you’re upset.” I hover over her lips.

She kisses me lightly.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“How?”

“Sit on my face,” I said biting my bottom lip.

“I am too heavy.”

I don’t like how her demeanor changes.

“I bench press more than you weigh, Treasure.”

Penny stands and walks to the door. “May be next time. I am staying, but I am not going to be yours.”

I laugh watching her leave. “That pussy will aways be mine, Penny. I will have you remember that.”

ChapterSeventeen

Dereck

Iwatch the men place Jermaine’s lifeless body into a black body bag. As Anthony clean up guy zips up the body bag something about this situation feels final.

Anthony cups his hand around a cigarette. The flicker of light casts a shadow over his blonde goatee. “A fucking mess if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you,” I reply, stepping aside allowing the cleaners to enter of the motel room.

We walk down the stairs side by side. “No, you did,” Anthony counters, exhaling smoke. “When you called me to clean up your mess.”

At the bottom of the stairs, I stop abruptly looking across at Anthony’s son, “Why the fuck did you bring your son here.”

The boy clutches a Star Wars figurine. His light blue shirt and khaki pants are spotless, too clean for a place like this.

“He has to see how we make money. Not everything is free,” Anthony says as he blows smoke into the night sky.

“You’re already rich this is just a family legacy thing that you uphold.”

Anthony smirks. “You better be happy that I am. Without me you and your little Jack the Ripper wife would be rotting in jail.”

Scratching behind my head I think about Ilyana. “She is nuts. She can’t be around my son.”

“I like them crazy. They ride my cock better when they are nuts.” Anthony drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it with the heel of his foot.

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