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Speaking of knowing what was going on, she had to, because within seconds after I lifted her leg, she thrusted her ass back on me awaiting what I had in store for her.

“Mhmm..” she moaned aloud as soon as I pushed forward entering her warm slippery tunnel.

“Fu..cck.” was all I could get out before my teeth were forced back into my bottom lip. Her shit was like a suction cup sucking me back in every time I pulled back. With every thrust I felt closer and closer to the place inside of her that no one else had ever reached. I knew it because she became hoarse bucking forward trying to escape my reach each time.

Home.

It was Home.

My home inside of her.

Not only wasmy expansion and money secure, but so was this between me and her. Life couldn’t have gotten any better.

Chapter 5

Mine

TAREE -A FEW DAYS LATER

Malik trespassed into my life and has refused to give me space since. Not only that, but even Hadees has been harassing me and for the life of me I don’t know why. I literally just found out this man was fucking his own mother. I couldn’t understand just what the hell he wanted to talk about. If you asked me there was nothing there. Shit, he was lucky I didn’t bust his fucking kneecap for wasting my time, for having me thinking he’d be the one I marry one day. That was some weak, twisted shit if you asked me.

“Are you done for the day?” My sister poked her head into my area of the shop.

“Nope, I got one more female. Then I’ma give Malik’s crybaby ass his way and he can come pick me up.” I fake mugged the air.

She giggled. “Bitch he isn’t a crybaby. You like that pushy, my way or the highway shit. It’s obvious.”

A sly smile trespasses across my features. “Maybe I do, but Malik isn’t trying to hear shit about me being fresh out of a relationship. The man is convinced we’re together now.”

“Well, are you?” she asked, stepping back. Then seconds later who I assumed to be my new client walked in the room.

“Am I what, Em?” I asked keeping my attention on my sister.

“Are you in a relationship with Malik?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, bitch.”

“I’ll wait until he comes in here and ask him. I bet you a buck fifty his answer differs from yours.”

I cackled. “It will, because that man is delusional.”

We both laughed a little longer at my statement before my sister walked up front, leaving me with my early ass client. She didn’t even have to open her mouth, I could just feel her stank ass attitude. I took my time and started to pull everything out and get ready to start, then I heard somebody clear their throat. I looked away from my tools, at shorty who was here for her appointment.

“Excuse me, you got something stuck in your throat or something?” I asked.

She popped her gum. “No, I’m just saying y’all in here talking and I had an appointment. Y’all stylist and all that love to cop a ‘tude when a bitch is la?—”

“Lemme stop you right there, lil’ mama. First of all you’re early, and second I’ma need you to check yo’ attitude at the door or we can cancel this shit right here.” My eyes never left hers as she peered in my direction.

“Well,” was all she could muster, before she took her purse off.

“Well what? You checking your attitude or losing your deposit? Either one is fine with me.”

She stood there in silence for a moment as if she was thinking, before nodding her head. “Let’s just get this over with.”

I laughed to myself, before turning around to finish what I was doing. She had the game fucked up if she thought she was gonna be telling me how to move. I wasn’t one of these frontroom workers, I knew my worth, my rights and how to beat a bitch up.

My phone rang a few seconds later. When I looked down and saw it was Malik, I sent him to voicemail and sent him one of those generic I’ll call you later messages. That didn’t stop this fool from calling back. This time I answered because he was the type to keep calling. I answered on speaker putting the phone on the counter.

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