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I hung up on his ass.

Did I like roleplay? Yes. Was I into furries? Hell no. More power to those who did, but it wasn’t my thing. I liked to look into a woman’s eyes when I had sex with them. I loved seeing the looks of pleasure on their faces. The slight gasp as I filled them with more dick than they imagined. There was something about a woman clawing at my back as I slow stroked her. That moment, . . . the look of shock on their faces when they realized this square ass nerd could actually lay pipe, was one I lived for.

The sound of my phone ringing broke me from my dirty thoughts. I looked to see that it was my mother calling again.

“Hey, Ma.”

“Hey, baby. How are you?”

“I’m straight. How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling better today. I just got back from my doctor’s appointment.”

My mother was recovering from having a hysterectomy after finding out she had uterine cancer. Since the cancer hadn’t spread and they caught it early, she opted to go that route. She said she wasn’t having any more kids and told the doctors to “cut that shit out.”

“How were your scans?” I asked.

“All clear. They said I’m healing nicely. Your father is getting on my damn nerves, though. He’s acting like I’m handicapped or some shit.”

I chuckled. “Let that man take care of you, woman. You can be so stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn.”

“Bullshit!” my father yelled in the background. That made me laugh harder.

“Go to hell, Linus!”

My parents were a mess. They’d been married for thirty years, and I was their only child. There was never a lack of love or affection from them. I was a different type of kid. I’d always been pretty advanced in school, and I’d skipped a couple of grades. That led to me graduating high school at fourteen and college at sixteen because I had so many credits.

I had a master’s in information technology with a focus on data analytics and cyber security. My parents nurtured my uniqueness, even when they didn’t understand what the hell I was talking about. My dad worked overtime to send me to all kinds of camps and programs to further my skills as a kid, and that shit didn’t come cheap. When I opened my cyber security firm and made my first million, I retired him from his job as a firefighter.

“Quaid, I’m about to send your mama to stay with you,” Dad said, coming to the phone.

“I wish you would,” my mother threatened.

“Y’all are funny. Ma, I know you like to overdo it, so you need to listen to Dad.”

“I didn’t call for you to gang up on me.”

“We aren’t ganging up on you, but you gotta chill, woman. Rest is an essential part of recovery.”

She sighed. “I guess. Anyway, I was calling to see if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight. I’m surprised you aren’t with that heathen. You can bring him if you want. I haven’t gotten in his ass in a minute.”

I chuckled at the title she’d dubbed for Titan. He’d grown on her over the years. As slick mouthed as he was, he practiced restraint and respect around my parents, . . . a first for him.

“He’s out of town, Ma.”

“Tell him I said hey.”

“I will. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Seven o’clock”

“I got you.”

“We love you.”

“I love y’all too.”

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