Page 19 of The Prodigy 2: Rise of a Queen

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Jakari

Itwasalmost4am when Malika stumbled her drunk ass into our bedroom. I only know that cuz the fucking dog barked when she came in, and then she tripped over a box and fell on the damn floor. I woke up thinking somebody had kicked my fucking door in, but nah, it was just my sloppy wife.

I jumped up and turned on the light. “You know what time it is?”

She rolled onto her back and stared up at me. “Almost.”

“What?”

She frowned. “What?”

I shook my head and leaned down to grab her arms. With one hand on her back to support her, I lifted her enough so she could get her feet under her, then helped her to a standing position.

“Did you change clothes?” I eyed the short, tight dress she was wearing. “And where the hell you been?”

“I was out…with Jaz.” Her head rolled from side to side. “I had fun.”

“Yeah, I see. Good for you, but you coulda told me.”

“Like you care.”

“Fuck you mean?” I sat her on the bed and knelt beside her to take off her shoes.

“You left me. At the house. Your mother’s house.”

“I needed to take a ride. I figured you would call Cyrus to come get you.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

I took off her shoes and set them to the side. For some reason, I held onto her ankles. I guess I just wanted to feel her skin or something, I don’t know. It was soft.

“You wanna fuck me?” She stared down at me with hooded eyes and a lusty look on her face.

“Hell, yeah. I always wanna fuck you. But you too faded right now. Sleep that shit off.”

She poked her bottom lip out. “Boo, you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, whatever. Stand up and let me take your dress off you.”

I could tell she didn’t want to, but she eventually did what I said. My fingers brushed her soft skin as I peeled the black napkin she called a dress off her body. The fact that she was naked underneath both pissed me off and turned me on. Without thinking, I ran a finger down the middle of her chest, then circled her right nipple until it got stiff.

“I saw your girlfriend last night. Tonight.”

“What?” I dropped my hand. “What girlfriend?”

“The bitch who threw a drink in my face. She said you called her. I told myself she lied to piss me off, but now that I’m thinking about it, I kinda feel like it was true. So tell me.”

“Okay. Yeah. I talked to her.”

“Why the fuck were you talking to her?” She reached out and pushed my chest, but my weight and her drunkenness made the momentum hit her instead of me. I grabbed her arm to keep her from falling over.

“I had some heavy shit on my mind. Some shit that only she could understand.”

I could see the hurt in her eyes.

“It wasn’t nothin’ sexual, Malika. I swear. It’s like you with ol’ boy. He was there when you were down. It’s like that with her. Much as I wish it wasn’t.”

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