Page 62 of The Man Handler

He walks out with a big-ass Happy Meal smile on his face. I wait for him to get into his car, then close the door behind him. I smile, knowing this will be one of his most memorable moments. Trust me. I was his first: his first taste of asshole on his lips and tongue, and his first feel of ass around his dick. It’ll be a night he’ll never, ever, forget.

’Cause I’m the Man Handler, baby!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ithink I am dreaming when I hear the chiming of my doorbell. But when the bell continues ringing, I drag myself out of bed, and shuffle down the stairs to see who the hell it is at my door at six in the morning. I swing the door open, surprised to see Tyler standing there in the doorway. Immediately my scowl fades into a smile.

“Hey, baby girl,” he says in his cheery voice, giving me a big hug the minute I open the door. I step into his embrace, and melt. It feels good being in his strong arms. As a little girl, his hugs always made me feel safe.

I inhale his scent, closing my eyes and smiling.

He kisses me on the forehead. “Sorry for waking you.”

“No problem. Is everything okay?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Everything’s fine. How’s my favorite sis doing?”

“I’m your only sister, fool,” I reply, playfully swatting at him.

He laughs, stepping back and removing his coat, then hanging it on the hall closet door knob. He takes a seat on the sofa. “Okay, then, so how’s my beautiful sis doing?”

“That’s better,” I say, grinning. I sit beside him. “She’s doing wonderful, thanks.”

“You sure?”

I look at him, tilting my head. “Of course I am, why?”

He shakes his head. “Oh, only asking.”

I know Tyler better than anyone. He doesn’t simply ask someth

ing unless there’s a reason behind it. I decide to let it go. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing good. Your nieces and nephew have been asking about you. You really need to come by for dinner and spend some time with us, soon.”

I smile. “I will. I promise. Now, tell me. To what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning visit?”

“Damn, can’t a brother just wanna see his baby sister?”

“Of course you can. But, I know you, Tyler. You don’t drop by this early in the morning unless there’s something wrong. Are you sure everything is okay? Are you and Jacki okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. Couldn’t be happier.”

“Ohhhkaaaay, so again, what’s really your reason for dropping by?”

“Are you and Garrett still kicking it?”

As soon as he says his name, I shift in my seat. I raise my brow, tilting my head. “Why?”

He leans forward, and clasps his hands together, turning his head towards me. “Listen, Sis, you know I love you, and I don’t get into your business or anything, but I saw him the other day, and dude was looking real fucked up. It looked like he hasn’t slept in days. I stepped to him on some brotherly type shit to see if he wanted to talk about whatever was going on, but he didn’t really want to get into it. Garrett is like a brother to me, and it fucked me up to see him looking so down. My gut told me it had something to do with you, so I thought I’d come here to find out what was going on.”

“And what made you think it had something to do with me?”

“’Cause for the last three years since dude met you, all he did was smile. Now he’s moping around like he done lost his best friend. Are the two of you beefing or something?”

I sigh, shaking my head. “No, we’re not beefing. Honestly, I haven’t spoken to or seen Garrett in a few weeks.”

“Ya’ll still…you know, dating, right?”

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