Page 40 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

Business had been good for me, too. Everything I had my hands in was flourishing and I felt accomplished. Zeus thought I wasn’t paying attention all these years, but I was. He was still preparing to take a step back, but for now, he still ran shit, but I was more hands on. Like now, he left me over everything while he took Ma Izzy on a vacation to decompress after everything went down. Kev was still my right hand, so we both were leaving the store checking on the latest shipment. It was almost ten at night and I knew Daizha was still up waiting for me. Jay was over there chillin’ with her. She always stayed with me when our people went out of town. I just never had a girl when she did. If I had to step out, I’d go meet them and bring my ass back home. Now a nigga was rushing to get home to my damn girl.

“Aight, my boy. I’m up.” I slapped hands with Kev and we parted ways. When I walked in my house, I found my sister and girl in the living room. Daizha was sitting between Jaylen’s legs while she oiled her scalp.

“Jay, what you doing to my girl’s hair?” I joked, bending down and kissing Daizha on her lips.

“Eww, move. I’m oiling her scalp, and nobody wants to see allat,” she fussed.

“Shit, wait ‘til later. You gonna hear a lot of shit.” I smirked and Daizha swatted at my leg.

“Nasty ass.”

“Whatever. Bae, you cooked?” I asked, already on my way to the kitchen to see for myself.

“If you’re going in there, why are you bothering that girl?” Jaylen put her two cents in.

“Man, get out of my business.”

“I fried some pork chops and made some garlic potatoes and green beans,” Daizha recited.

“Hell yeah. Let me go shower. Jay, I need you in the bed by the time I’m done because when I finish eating, I’m taking Daizha down and I’on need you hearing that,” I joked.

“Ugh, pervert. Turn the TV up, and I’ll stay out here since my damn room is by yours.” Me and Daizha laughed at her silly ass as I left them in there to while I handled my hygiene.

True to my word, after I ate, I took Daizha into our room and worked this damn food off.

“Shit, baby,” I groaned as I rocked in and out of her. This shit would never get old to me and I ain’t even been hitting it that long. It sounded cliche as fuck to say that she was made for me, but I swear it was the truth. Everything about us seemed to flow perfectly. Our hearts even beat at the same rate. I felt her walls clamp around me and her orgasm spewed through her, triggering mine to do the same.

“Baby,” she moaned. I couldn’t say shit if I wanted to because that muthafucka was strong and intense as fuck.

“Mhmm,” I managed to get out sounding like a bitch, but I didn’t care.

The effects were finally subsiding, and I was able to pull out of her even though I didn’t want to.

“I know you feel that shit every time I’m inside of you?” I stated, placing a kiss on her lips.

“I do,” she agreed.

“That’s because you were meant for me. It was inevitable that our two souls collided. We needed each other, and I don’t regret you running into me one bit, getting your snot all over my shirt.” We both laughed.

“I did not get snot on your shirt.”

“You did, but it’s cool. I’ll take all the snot, juices, and kisses for as long as you’re willing to give them to me.” She pulled me into a kiss that deepened and had me bricking up again. I guess we’d go shower later.

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I took the day off and decided to do some shit with my girl. She was always with my sister when I was working, and we rarely got to spend much time out together outside of the house. She didn’t complain about it and I know that’s because that fuck nigga used to leave her alone for days at a time. I wanted to erase every memory of him that she had of that nigga. If that included getting rid of him, then so be it.

I knew she wasn’t impressed with shopping, but I took her anyway. She deserved to be spoiled, and I was glad I was the nigga to do it. It was crazy though because she told me that her mama had her spoiled as hell and she used to live in the mall and nail and hair salons. That punk ass nigga brainwashed her so badly that she didn’t think she deserved any of those things anymore. The main reason for locking her hair was because she couldn’t afford to keep it up anymore. I saw pictures of her before and her naturally thick, curly hair was pretty, but those locs were sexy as fuck on her. Top it off with those big ass hoop earrings she always wore and that nose ring. My girl was hands down the baddest.

“Come on, let’s go in here.” I grabbed her hand, and we walked into Victoria’s Secret.

“I thought you liked me the way I am,” was the first question that she asked when we walked inside.

“Baby, I love every fuckin’ thing about you. I just want to see how you look in the shit, that’s all. If you’on like it, you don’t have to wear it.” It was the truth. I didn’t mind that my girl didn’t go overboard and wore all that lacy shit. Her thin tank tops and boy shorts that her ass ate up were enough, but I was a man, and I enjoyed the fantasy every now and then. I would never make her do some shit she was uncomfortable with, though, so if she didn’t like it, I’d trash all this shit.

I grabbed her hand and led her over to a table where they had different bras and panties laid out.

“You like this?” I held up a bra that had rhinestones and shit all over it.

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