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Zain sent her a private text. It was a dick picture with a simple caption

Ever been to the mile-high club?

Wanna take me there?

Let me see your pussy first.

No. Liyah can walk in any minute.

No more dick pictures for you.

If mi want that, yafi gimi it.

He typed for a while, then the text bubbles disappeared without him sending a message.

Smirking, she went back into the group chat and wished them both a good night. Damon sent her another flower made out of binary codes, and she swooned. Zain left the group, and Damon re-added him to the chat. Taeja chuckled as she read their banter before telling them to behave and resting her phone aside. She pulled the duvet up to her neck and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.

It was hard to do for several reasons.

One, Liyah’s walls were very thin. Taeja could hear Liyah’s phone call due to it being on speaker.

“Are you mad?” Liyah asked.

“Why would I be mad?” Mason asked.

“Because I told you to leave…” Liyah whispered.

“Stop the loud crunching in my ear. Why are you eating this late? It’s not healthy.”

“Mi fi starve and lose mi fat batty? Gweh,” Liyah laughed. “Ansa mi nuh.”

“No, babe, I’m not mad. But I’d be mad at myself if I got you pregnant before we’re married.”

“Condoms?”

“Condoms.”

“Thinking about condoms is making me horny. Can I see your dick?”

Taeja scowled and stopped eavesdropping. After a pregnancy scare, she thought Liyah would’ve wanted a break from sex.

Taeja had needed a break after having a pregnancy scare that one time…

Pushing away the unwelcome memory, she focused on the more important matter.

Point Two:

Meeting Cassedi.

27

The weekend passed quickly,and her guys were back. After they showered her with kisses, fucked her in the foyer, then settled in, Damon said they needed to talk. Taeja was riddled with nerves, waiting for him to come talk to her. She was packing all the clothes in Zain’s closet into boxes when she heard footsteps approaching.

Damon cleared his throat. “Hey, baby.”

Taeja stopped what she was doing to look at him. “Hey,” she said with a hesitant smile. “Ready to talk?”

He nodded, moving to sit on the ottoman Zain bought the other day after Taeja said she needed somewhere to sit while in the closet.

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