Page 87 of The Prodigy

“Shit.” She shook her head. “I can’t even deal with you, Jakari.”

“Dick too bomb?”

“Yes, it is.”

I chuckled. “What can I say? I put it down.”

“You really do.” She cleared her throat. “So…when should I start looking at apartments?”

Fuck. I had forgot about that.

Why women always wanna talk after sex? This shit was about to blow my high, I could feel it.

“You know what, let’s hold off on that for now.”

She sat up and stared down at me. “Why?”

“Just…ain’t the right time.”

She was quiet for a minute. I stared at her face, then her titties, and got distracted until she said, “Is that you talking, or your mother?”

I sat up too, shaking my head. “Don’t do that. I don’t like that shit.”

“What?”

“You questioning me about my mama. You might not have meant it no kinda way, but that shit sound disrespectful to me.”

“Sorry. I’m just trying to figure out what changed your mind.”

“Then ask me what changed my mind. Be straight up with that shit.”

“Okay. Got it.” She rolled her eyes.

“To answer your question,Iwanna wait a little longer. That’s all. And that’s all you need to know.”

Without another word, she got up and walked over to her bag. I watched and smiled to myself. Her ass had a little more meat on it now.

She pulled out a long t-shirt and pulled it over her head. “No offense, but she has a weird hold over you.”

“Whatever.”

“She does. And she treats you like…I don’t know. Like you’re different.”

“Iamdifferent.”

“How?”

“That falls under the category of shit you don’t need to worry about.”

Her hands went to her hips like she was about to fuss at me, but all she said was, “Fine. I won’t ask you anything else since it triggers you so much.”

“Whatever, Malika. Smart ass.”

“Glad you recognize.”

If she said anything else, it was lost on me because I threw my arm over my eyes and dozed off. Her pussy knocked me out til the next morning.

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