Page 31 of The Prodigy

I watched her pull a hair tie off her wrist and use her hand to pull her hair to the top of her head. She wrapped it in the hair tie, making a little bun. With her hair up, I had a direct view of the back of her neck. It wasn’t an area I’d ever paid attention to on a female, but for some reason, I stared at it.

The skin was smooth. The color, almond brown. There was a little black mole on the right side. When she went to brush the stray hairs up into the bun, I noticed her fingers. They were long and pretty with clear polish on the nails.

Since I was already staring, I let my eyes drift down, past the Sliders logo on the back of her work t-shirt. They stopped at her waist, and I admired the slight curve there. Malika wasn’t the thickest by any means, but she had a sexiness about her.

Kittora’s fineness was in your face like BAM! Ass, titties, hips. You can’t help but see when you look at her. I loved that, but I wasn’t mad at what Malika was working with. You kinda had to look for it, but when you did, it was like finding a buried treasure.

Like the slight curve of her ass and the shapeliness of her thighs. Her body reminded me of a dancer.

Whydidn’tI notice her in high school?

“You bout to take a shower?” I asked quietly, still staring.

“Mm hm.”

“Alright. Enjoy yourself.”

That was a stupid thing to say, and judging by the look she shot me, she thought the same thing. It wasn’t my fault, though. I just couldn‘t think of anything to say in the moment that wasn’t about me fucking her from behind.

She showered quick and was back in ten minutes, fully dressed in leggings and a long t-shirt. I was a little disappointed by the amount of clothes she was wearing, but I guess I couldn’t blame her.

She stood in the mirror and rubbed some cream on her face.

“To answer your question,” I said, even though I didn’t really owe her an explanation, “me and Jamie had sex in high school. We were together. We’re not fucking now, though. I ain’t seen or talked to her in years.”

She shrugged like she hadn’t asked me the question. “It’s whatever. It’s not really my business.”

“Then why you ask me?”

She stopped rubbing and turned to face me. With no makeup, and kinda shiny, her face was pretty as hell.

“Because you asked about Dario.”

“You never answered.”

“Okay, yes. Back in high school. He was my first.”

I nodded. Truth be told, I’d fucked so many girls, I couldn’t even remember who my first was. And I started way before high school.

“You still got feelings for him?”

“I don’t know.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I’m not sure why it bothered me, but it did.

“He treated me very well,” she continued. “A lot of girls regret their first, but I don’t. I’ll always have good feelings toward him.” She crossed her arms. “Do you still have feelings for Jamie?”

“Nah. Not like that.” That was the truth. “It was cool of her to come to the service, but I’m good on her.”

“Well, Dario asked me out. Tonight.”

“And what did you say?” I tried to keep my voice even and not show how much that irritated me. She wasn’t my wife for real, but…shit. I don’t know. I wasn’t feeling dude being up in her face while she was married to me. Point blank.

“I said no. Like you ordered me to,” she answered.

“Why you say it like that?Ordered, like I forced you.”

“That’s how it came across when you forbid me to date anybody else.”

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