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“Oh shiiit!” we both called out at the same time. I couldn’t even move right away, but I needed to move before I crushed her ass. Finally, standing to go clean up, I left her right there trying to catch her breath and went into the hallway bathroom to flush the condom and wash my dick off. When I walked back into the living room, she was now sitting up.

“You’re leaving?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m tired as fuck.”

“You can stay here,” she offered.

“Since when do I stay here, P?”

“You just stayed a few weeks ago.”

“That’s because I was fucked up. You know we don’t do that.” I looked around for my phone that was on the floor by the couch and headed to the door.

“You’re going home to her?” she asked.

“I mean, yeah. She lives there. The fuck you questioning me for, Paris?” I squinted my eyes at her because she was getting in my business, and I didn’t like that shit one bit.

“Wow. You really got some girl living with you and you’re over here fucking me?” Hurt was displayed all over her face like I’m really cheating on her or some shit.

“I’m out, P. Lock this shit up.” I didn’t even give her a chance to refute before I opened the door and left. She would be alright.

When I got home, Daizha was up and in the kitchen when I walked in. I took the time and appreciated the lil’ ass shorts she had on that barely concealed her thick ass thighs and ass. I may not have been checking for her like that, but I was still a man and appreciated a fat ass. When I got closer to her, she turned around and faced me. The makeup she wore earlier was long gone, and she had her locs tied up in a head wrap.

“What you still doing up?” It was almost five in the morning, and she was still up like she was waiting for me.

“Jaylen left about an hour ago and I didn’t want to go to sleep in here by myself,” she answered honestly.

“Why she ain’t stay?”

“She didn’t say. I told her it was cool, though. I really don’t need anybody babysitting me. I’m used to being by myself since Gabe was never at home,” she shrugged. I didn’t like how she was so comfortable saying that shit like it was normal.

“Fuck that nigga,” I spat.

“Speaking of him. I apolo…” I cut her off.

“Nah. Fuck that. You don’t need to be apologizing for that nigga. I told you he was going to be the one suffering. Nigga don’t know what to do now that he sees you don’t need his ass. That’s yo’ best revenge, shorty.” I meant what I said. She needed to realize that she didn’t need that nigga for shit.

“You’re right. I’m just so used to apologizing for everything.”

“Well, cut allat out. Unless you burn my shit down or something, you ain’t got shit to be apologizing for.” She looked at me and smiled.

“Thank you, Demetric.” She wrapped her arms around me, and the shit felt good as fuck, almost electric. She had to feel it too, because she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. The next thing I knew, she was kissing me. My initial reaction was shock, but I got over it real quick and was about to reciprocate until she pulled back.

“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered and left the kitchen. I’m glad she did because I had just been with Paris, but what the fuck was that?

Chapter Nine

Daizha

Aweeklater

It’s been a week since I kissed Demetric and it’s like it never happened. I was glad about that because I didn’t want things to get weird between us. It’s also been a week since I’ve been to work because James’ cockeyed ass suspended me for calling out. Even though I was grateful for Demetric and Jaylen, I needed to get back to work so I could save up my money to move into my own place. I know I couldn’t stay with him forever. I was finally dressed for work and went to find Demetric to see if he could drop me off instead of calling Jaylen. They were adamant with me about not catching Ubers, but I didn’t mind at all. I went out front, but I didn’t see him, so I trekked down the hallway to his room door and knocked. I waited a few minutes until I heard shuffling after knocking for a second time. When he opened the door, my mouth immediately went dry. He was standing before me with water droplets decorating his exposed tatted chest and arms while he stood before me in nothing but his boxer briefs. My eyes traveled down to the V that led to what resembling a baby’s leg concealed behind the fabric. Hearing his voice brought me out of my lustful haze.

“Huh?”

“I said, wassup. What you need?”

“Oh. I…I need a ride to work,” I revealed. His expression was unreadable, but that wasn’t unusual.

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