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He held his phone to his ear and said something before picking up my leggings and thong. “Grab some clothes so you can shower at my house.”

“Uh, huh.”

“Why you staring at me like that?” he questioned.

I was staring at him like I would pop out of a jar of relaxer if this nigga gave this dick to someone else. Still, I had to play it cool because no attachments.

Right?

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8

Don Caselli

Navy was smoking fuckingblue magic if she thought we were strangers after the way I fucked her. She was crazy if she thought I wasn’t going back in again and again, and then again after that. The kind of pussy she had, she could walk around slapping bitches because she felt like it. And if she ever decided to start, I would be right there, making sure a bitch didn’t even blink. Laundry and cleaning her place went out the window the minute she wanted me to fuck her.

I could tell from how stiff she was that she wasn’t experienced with sex, and that was the shit I liked. She was smart enough to catch on and know that I liked when she talked her shit back. All that no attachments and stranger shit went out the window when she bit my shoulder. She was a part of me now, and now I needed her Social Security number so I could add her to my health insurance. Needed them teeth strong, so when I slid her back onto this dick her teeth could take it.

“You have a crest on your robes?” She came out into the kitchen as I was making us a drink.

“My brother extra. You met him.”

“And you are his exact twin. It’s freaky, almost.”

“Chill out.”

She slid onto the stool as I went into the fridge. “Where did you learn to fuck like that, Landon?”

I chuckled. “Why?”

“Cause I don’t think I want you doing that to somebody else.” She busted out laughing and accepted the drinks I made us.

Taking a sip, she looked at the glass. “Just ask me. I won’t do that to nobody else.”

“Oh please. How do I look asking you not to fuck with other bitches when we’re not together?”

“You can look however you want.” I took back my shot as she stared at me, unsure if I was being serious or not.

“Seriously?”

“Same rules apply for you. Find out you fucking somebody else, I’m gonna have a death certificate sent to their crib.”

“Excuse you?” She snorted.

I shrugged. “Take it however you wanna take it, Bleu.”

She didn’t need to know that I could make that shit happen with the stroke of a few keys. Have a nigga fighting with the state because he had a death certificate, and was legally considered dead, but was still breathing. If she didn’t want me to fuck anybody else, then I would put every bitch on hold for her. As long as I knew I could fuck the shit out of her.

“No attachments, right?”

“None.”

“Okay. I don’t want you doing that to nobody else… and I won’t sleep with no one, either.” She held her hand out, and I kissed the top of her hand, and walked around the counter.

Turning her seat, she looked up at me as I sucked on her lips and picked her up. “No, Don. We have to head back to my grandparents’ block.”

Placing kisses down her collarbone, I replied, “The no attachment shit hard for me. I get attached quick, Bleu.”

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