Page 50 of The Prodigy

“What’s his deal lately?” Eris said. “He been acting funny for a minute now.”

Nay nodded, and I added that to my already long ass list of shit to follow up on.

Why did niggas like being in charge? That shit was beyond me. You’re always on guard. Always having to monitor everybody around you. Head always on a swivel. That shit was exhausting, and I’d only been at it for a minute.

I wasn’t cut out for this shit.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered before checking the number, which is something I never do. I was off my game today. Too much on my mind.

“Hey, Sexy.”

Normally I would smile at the sound of Kittora’s sexy ass voice, but my face stayed blank. “Hey, girl. What’s good?”

“Just checking on you. And feeling a little lonely. You wanna come through?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” she huffed. “Since when don’t you know about droppin’ off some dick? What’s your problem?”

“Ain’t no problem, K. Just—”

A text came through.

“Hold on right quick.”

I took my phone off my ear and navigated to my text messages. Inside was a close-up shot of Kittora’s pussy.

It was completely smooth, and glistening. Looking like a glazed donut and shit.

My dick sprang up as I stared, and I had to be honest about the fact that her shit was pretty as fuck. But I deleted it quick and brought the phone back to my ear. She’d always been able to manipulate me with that shit, but not today.

“Thanks for the pic, love, but I’ma have to decline.”

“Excuse me?”

I took a deep breath. “Look, you gon find out at some point, so…I’m married.”

“What?! Since when?”

“A few weeks.”

“Were you married when you asked me to suck your dick?”

My face balled up. “First off, I ain’t ask you for shit. And second, the when don’t matter. Just know I got love for you and I appreciate you. We can still be friends, but—”

“Fuck you.”

*click*

Nay was laughing when I hung up.

“Yo, now you see the shit I be dealing with.”

“Nah, nigga. I might got pussy problems, but I ain’t got the crumbsnatchers to go with it. We different.”

It was Eris’ turn to laugh. Nay glared at me, but he was smirking, too. It was all love, he knew that. He also knew his baby mama drama was his own damn fault.

“Speaking of, what’s up with old girl?”

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