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Banks would probably be worse, though, because she was irate over Low just talking to me, while Rue had to endure Lowactually fucking bitches in a room at parties while she sat in the living room pretending to be oblivious. Banks would probably slit her throat once Low started to give herthattreatment.
It would be nice to witness her spoiled and conceited ass get treated like garbage though.
I hated when he did that foul shit to Rue too—for my own personal reasons and feelings—because Low seemed to only want pussy from me when there were no other options around.
“Yo’ phone broke?” Boyce asked as soon as my bones seemed to settle on the cool sheets and comfortable bed.
Keeping my eyes closed, I sighed. I was hoping he’d been asleep because I wasn’t in the best of moods. Rue being out of the picture for the last couple years had been a relief, but with Banks coming and having Low wrapped up in her in ways Rue probably prayed at night for, was stressing me the hell out.
“I don’t have it on like that when I’m working. I turned on my focus, which I know you saw.”
“Yeah, but I should be able to break through that shit, Gaia.” Boyce turned over to face me, and I only knew it because of how much the mattress had bounced at his heavy body rotating.
“You fucking Low again?” he questioned, causing me to grunt.
I wished. I hadn’t gotten any dick from Low in a long ass time.
It was always infrequent—the sex with Low—but on occasions, we would have so much work back-to-back that it would force us to be around each other, so I’d get fucked a good three to four days in a row here and there. Other than that, it was maybe two or three times every other month, but as of late, it had been zero.
“No, I told you that one time was it,” I said, scoffing in irritation, even though I was lying. I’d fucked Low way more than once.
I loved Boyce because he was a good, predictable man, but that was also why I couldn’t be all in with him just yet. I was a hood bitch, and I liked hood niggas, but I knew the good ones were usually taken, and the single ones were usually the horrible ones. Low had been both at one point in time, and now he was taken again.
I wasn’t foolish enough to be honest and let Boyce go though, because once I got out of this game, I would finally accept one of his many proposals and live a great life. I knew Boyce would be an amazing provider and father down the line, but at this point in time, I had an itch he couldn’t scratch, and his job, though good, didn’t bring in the type of money I made working for Low.
I’d saved up enough to bow out, but I knew quitting meant never seeing or being around Low again, and I wasn’t ready.
“I don’t know,” Boyce finally said, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him shaking his head as it lay against his pillow. He looked tortured and stressed, making me feel bad, but at least I actually hadn’t been fucking Low lately.
Boyce had found out that I’d cheated on him with Low years ago because I tried to be a slick ho. It had been after one of those stints where Low was fucking me for three days straight since we’d been holed up working. Of course, when I came home after a long while, Boyce wanted action and I figured I’d let him get his so I could get some sleep instead of arguing or trying to convince him I wasn’t in the mood.
As we started to fuck, he said something felt off and he could tell another nigga had been there. At first, I wanted to curse his ass out, but he and Low were very different sizes, and Low had only recently blown my back out a few hours prior.
Boyce was immovable on his beliefs, and I had to eventually come clean. He was pissed at me for a minute, but he loved me, and once I vowed it would never happen again, he forgave me.
My affair did come in handy, though, because shortly after this incident, I found out I was pregnant. The baby was Boyce’s, of course, because he was the only man nutting in me since Low was always safe, pulling out even with a condom on. However, I was able to get Boyce to agree to an abortion by making him believe it was possibly Low’s, which he wanted no parts of. No nigga wanted his woman birthing another man’s baby, and thank God for that, because I wasn’t ready to be a mother.
I’d learned my lesson, though, and would usually wait or come up with an excuse if I had recently fucked Low. And since Low broke me off so rarely and erratically, I didn’t often have to turn Boyce down.
“I’m serious. You wanna check?” I threw my leg across him after removing my pajama pants, making him look over at me with skeptical eyes. “What would you do if I did fuck him?” I climbed on top of Boyce, removing my top.
Though my initial plan was to not give him any, I would do anything to stop him from looking the way he was right now and to cease the interrogation I was getting.
I loved Boyce, and though I wasn’t in love, I needed to hold onto him until I got over my street nigga phase so we could be happy. I wouldn’t dare let him run off and marry another bitch, knowing how good of a man he was.
“I would have to leave you, Gaia.” His hands landed on my hips.
“Is that all? You wouldn’t say anything to him?” I goaded, wanting him to give me a little something. I didn’t even think this man had ever been in a fight.
“No. What would I say something to him for if you’re freely opening your legs to him?”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes as my pussy stayed dry.
Shrugging, I replied, “Most men wouldn’t be okay with another man fucking their woman is all I’m saying. They would fight it out or shoot it out.”
“I’m not going to possibly lose my life or fight for a woman that wants to sleep with another man, Gaia. Now what are you saying?”
Climbing off of him because he just wasn’t gonna get it or ever be the man I craved, I said, “Nothing, it’s just hypothetical. I’m not fucking him and haven’t since that one time. You should know.”
