Page 29 of He Thugged Me First

“I’m Mazzier now?” he asked, opening his food and picking his fries out of the container.

“Something going on here?” My grandmother finally spoke.

“No—”

“Yup, Grams. She’s playing with me.” He looked away from me at her.

I shook my head.

“Playing with ya how, boy? Y’all seem really comfortable.” She smiled. Yup, she was being her nosy self, and nothing could detour that.

I reached into his bag grabbing the fork before I used it to get a fork full of fries. If they had mild sauce, they were my weakness, and he knew that. I think I had gained about five pounds alone hanging out with this man.

“Had you responded to my message, then you could’ve got ya own.” He winked.

“You probably have a lot of females blowing down ya line and you didn’t see my response, because I did respond.” I continued to eat his fries and gaze at him. I swear each and every time I was in his presence, I got lost in it. It was like nothing else mattered and there was nobody else near.

“I don’t like being left out of the loop. Mazzier, how long have you been seeing my baby?”

“I’m not seeing her like I want to, Mama, but since I told you when I got shot even though she runs from a ni?—”

“Language.” She corrected me.

He never removed his eyes from mine as he spoke, and it was something erotic about that. I mean, even though it was clear he was talking to my grandma, I felt like he was talking to me.

“I saved his life, Granny.” I smiled and looked away from him.

“Mhmm. So you got my baby smiling like this?” she asked.

He shook his head coyly.

She laughed. “I’ll be right back, y’all.” She excused herself and walked out into the house.

“I didn’t know you’d be here.” I responded as soon as she was inside.

“Yeen ask.”

“I—” I started but I wasn’t able to finish my sentence because he pressed his lips against mine. He definitely had to stop teasing me or something had to give because this right here wasn’t okay.

“What are we doing, Mazzier?”I asked as he stood between my legs allowing his hands to roam my body under my dress. We had spent enough time at my grandmother’s house where she damn near probed both of us to death before I allowed him to talk me into going back to his house.

“What you wanna be doing, G?” he asked.

“I don’t know. We both have ba?—”

“Nah, shorty.Youhave the baggage. I’m just waiting for you to find your way back home. Do I gotta give you directions or…” His sentence trailed off as he continued to kiss my body. I swear his touch was so tender, so compassionate that I didn’t even know how to respond.

“Find my way home? That sounds like?—”

“You know what the fuck I mean, Gayze. You gonna tell that man that you coming home or do I?”

“Things aren’t that easy, Mazzier.”

“Says who? Shit is how it is, and it’s easy as fuck depending on the person. I mean, I could fuck around and make shit easier for you.” He pulled back and looked at me with questioning eyes. “Things are easy because this is what’s supposed to happen. I co?—”

I didn’t allow him to finish his sentence because I just wanted him to invade me. He might’ve been right, but I didn’t want to think about any of that. I wanted to feel him. When I pulled back, I just looked at him before batting my eyelashes. “Remind me what home feels like.”

“You sure about that? Because once we take it there, shit gets more complicated than it already is, G.” He peered at me with questioning eyes.

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