Page 67 of Taeja

“Your face looks prettier with cum on it,” Zain said.

Taeja blushed and turned to walk away, her ass and hips swaying suggestively. “Please nuh kill each other!”

Damon walked to the living room. He sat on a sofa, resting his briefcase beside him. Zain sat on the sofa furthest from him, but Damon wasn’t satisfied. He wanted Zain out of his house, but he didn’t want to upset Taeja.

Especially not when he still needed her help with the growing pain in his pants.

Trying not to think too much about how horny he was, Damon glared at Zain. His anger surged by the second. “I told you not to come back here.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” Zain retorted. He kicked his feet up on the table, locked his hands behind his head, and released a long, dramatic sigh.

Damon’s mouth slackened. He wanted to march over and rip Zain’s foot from his body, but he remained fuming quietly. Zain wouldn’t be easy to fight like Jerry. Zain was a trained killer; them being on bad terms meant Zain wouldn’t go easy on him.

Finally, Taeja entered the living room — dressed in a robe and her hair in a messy high bun. Innocence shrouded her. Damon couldn’t believe this was the same woman who had a dick down her throat only five minutes ago.

“Tell him to take his big feet off my table," Damon complained.

Zain wiggled his sock-covered toes. “She can’t tell me what to do.”

“Zain, tek dung yu foot cause me nuh know wa kinda dutty style dat,” Taeja hissed, and Zain closed his eyes, smiling as he shuffled about to make himself more comfortable. “Oh? Okay. Don’t move them. Let me see who you’re gonna fuckfor the next two months.”

Zain’s eyes snapped open as he yanked his feet off the table. Seeing Damon’s smug smirk, Zain glared at Taeja. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m not. The two of you are,” Taeja said while crossing her arms and standing. She moved to the center of the room while glancing between them. Her disappointment filled the room, reminding Damon of when Kacian found out he and Zain were sharing their neighbor.

“I didn’t do anything,” Damon said, and Zain scoffed.

“See? This is what I’m talking about.” Taeja waved a hand between them. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I won’t force either of you to tell me. But this isn’t like you guys. You’re miserable, and it’s making me miserable.”

“We’re not trying to make you miserable,” Damon said.

“But this doesn’t concern you,” Zain added.

Taeja scoffed. “How it nuh concern me when the two of you being in the same room feels like waiting for a bomb to go off?! I don’t like it, and if you guys can’t find a way to resolve your issues, I’m going to stay with Liyah. I don’t want to live in a house anymore where it’s just arguing and tension.” Huffing by the end, tears formed in her eyes.

Damon and Zain glanced at each other, unsaid words being exchanged, but their expressions said it all. Neither of them was ready to give up on their point, but they didn’t like making their girl feel torn.

Sighing, Damon stood, straightening his jacket, before walking toward her. He stopped before her and placed a hand on her waist, using the other to wipe the tears from her eyes. “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable after all you’ve been through, so I apologize. But it’s not as simple as you’re making it seem.”

“Make me understand.”

Hearing movement, Damon looked over his shoulder at Zain, who was walking toward them.

Zain stopped beside Damon and stared into Taeja’s teary eyes. “Don’t waste your tears.”

“Mi naa waste dem,” she countered. “I’m sad because you’re angry at each other.”

Damon snickered. “For a person who always seems sure of yourself, you get into your feelings easily.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Yes,” Zain answered.

Taeja glared at Zain before her gaze softened at Damon. “Can you guys hug and make up now?”

“I’m not hugging him,” Damon stated.

Zain scoffed. “No one wants to hug you.”

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