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“Cause I only kept her ass around to get to you. She knew what was up. It was never that fucking deep.” Within seconds he was on his feet and walking toward me.

I tilted my head to the side looking at him. The more I thought about this the more I didn’t think this was a good idea. “I don’t know.”

“You said it yo’self. I could come back from Taylor. Right? Long as it wasn’t sis.” Why he insisted on calling Virtue sis I did not know. By now his body was making contact with mine, and in no way was I able to move. Hell, I didn’t even think to move until he had alreadypicked me up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Probably didn’t fully but I’m a smart nigga. I can read between the lines.” His hands were on my ass holding me in place, while his legs were moving in the direction of the sofa that sat at the far end of my work loft. When we made it, he sat down with me in his arms.

“Your interpretation of a conversation doesn’t mean that’s how it went. That night we had both been drinking and you nev?—”

“Lotta honest shit happens when we’re both drinking. You got something to drink in this motherfucker right now?” His lips were now pressing themselves against my neck.

“It’s five something in the morning, Cartier.”

“So.” He pulled back looking me in my eyes before he leaned in and ceased ahold of my lips at the same time as his hand gripped my neck. The feel of his touch was dangerous, horribly fucking dangerous. There was absolutely no way this was a good idea, but just like the dare devil I was I chose the opposite of what my common sense was telling me. I told myself this would be great, shit it would…until it wasn’t.

“We gonna be like that?” he asked hands now easing up my cami?

“Like wha—” my word was halted because his lips were smothering mine, swallowing my words.

“Best fucking friends. Typa’ friends that make sure we’re both good?”

“Mhmm.” By now I was on my back, dress up above my waist while he unbuckled his jeans.

“Tight like this.” He was back between my legs, massaging his free mushroom tip against my opening.

Fuck! It was like every time I was in this space with him, I was under a fucking spell. Too aroused to speak, or even listen to the common sense floating through my head like a blimp.Fuck!

He pressed forward, thrusting into me with a hunger that matched my own. We shouldn’t have been doing this, but I couldn’t stop and he didn’t. It was all coming down, my leg onhis shoulder while he touched depths no one had ever touched while I attempted to hold on for dear life. This nigga didn’t come here to feed me today, he came to make sure I knew that no matter what I said none of it mattered.

“You hear me, Jo?” he asked lips sloppily against the side of my face. “This shit with me and you ain’t—Fucck,” he interrupted his own sentence.

“Mhmm.”

“Tell me that. Tell me we more than friends. Right now.” His lips found mine, and he began nipping at my bottom lip while his hand fondled with my breast under my shirt. He knew just what to do to send me over a fucking cliff, out of body free air and groundless cliff.

“Tell me you’re done, Jo.” He fucked the sentence into my system suspending me with each stroke.

I couldn’t help but agree, shit repeat anything he wanted because an orgasm so wicked threatened to escape my core. “Fuck.” I moaned.

“Say it.” He began to drill into me mercilessly not giving a fuck that he had my body feeling like it was in an inebriated state, and words of any language just wouldn’t come to me.

“I…mm...d...done…pl...playing…Fucck.” I whined out on the brink of an explosion.

“Good, now where you want it, baby girl?” he asked huskily barely holding on himself.

“Wherev—” The word never ended because our lips sloppily locked as the orgasm I had been holding on to ripped through me.

After Cartier finally left,I tried to get some work done. I was successful until my grandfather’s nurse called me. He was in a foul mood, refusing to take any of his medication. That part was normal but when she said he hadn’t gotten out of bed and didn’t seem well I was alarmed. Instead of requesting she take the phone to him, I decided I’d go to him. A day or two in burbs would probably do me justice. I needed to ground myselfand get some actual work done.

My grandfather was my heart, and my saving grace. He stepped up and raised me after my mother died and my father married her sister. Earl knew absolutely nothing about raising a six-year-old by himself considering my grandmother had done all of the heavy lifting with my mom and her sister, but he did it. My grandmother passed months after my mother, leaving an already fragile family even more fragile. My auntie was a bitch, so I didn’t fuck with her at all, her, or my so called father. Long story short Earl figured it out, he did the impossible and raised his deceased daughter’s daughter by himself and for that I’d be eternally grateful. My grandfather was my world, so when he took ill a few months ago I wanted to drop everything and be with him, but after a week he told me to go back to my life. He forced me to keep living when all I wanted to do was crawl up and stay with him. Since I couldn’t do that, I spent two weekends out of each month with the old man. We’d play chess, watch old movies, and reminisce on old times.

I stopped by my house to grab a bag to go, then I hopped on the road within an hour. On my drive out, I just listened to music keeping myself busy for my drive out to the fields. It was necessary considering the fact that this was a long ass ride. Well maybe not that long, but I had ADHD so sitting in a car driving for hours felt like forever for me. The type to have my ass chewing spicy sunflower seeds to stay awake. All of this before ten a.m., of course.

I made it no less than three hours later pulling into the round driveway with a smile that was smeared off my face the moment I laid eyes on the ambulance wheeling out a black body bag on it. Immediately, I hopped out of the car rushing it because it couldn’t be. I knew he was ill, but not sick enough to die on me, right?

Before I could reach the body bag and unzip it, I was stopped. Then I heard Carmella from afar say the words that broke me. “It was too late baby girl. It happened right after I called you.” Her arms followed her words attempting to pull meinto her chest, but I needed to see him. I needed to lay eyes on him.

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