Page 31 of The Prodigy 2: Rise of a Queen

And that’s exactly what he did.

I was on my back before I could blink, then he was sliding in, and then we were fucking. It was that quick, desperate, careless kind of sex, where you don’t care who cums when or where, you just have to be fucking that person. Period. But I came again, and he was right behind me, slamming into me and holding himself there, rigid, while his dick pulsed deep inside me.

After, we lay side-by-side. I was satisfied. I’d been properly distracted. But reality quickly hit, and it was time to do what I’d been dreading for three days.

“This mean you forgive me?” he said before I had a chance to speak.

“I don’t forgive you or not forgive you. It’s not you I’m mad at.”

“I hear you.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what I want right now.”

He rolled onto his side to look at me. “Okay…”

“But I know I need space to figure it out.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning…by myself.”

“You movin’ out?”

“No. You are.”

He sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Malika—”

“Just for a little while. For me to figure out how to deal with all this.”

His hand went to the back of his neck. He rubbed it and sighed. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“You mean that?”

“Yeah. I do.”

I took a deep breath and then dove right in.

“First thing I want…I want a real grave for my mother.”

He nodded. “Done.”

“And I’m going to school. I don’t want loans.”

“Aight.”

“And I don’t wanna see your mother ever again.”

“Okay.”

“And if I need you, you’ll be here. When I don’t, you won’t.

He nodded. “I gotchu.”

“Good. Glad we understand each other.”

He spent the rest of the day packing.

I spent it sleeping.

He was gone when I woke up.

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