Page 4 of The Love Dealer

I nodded, halfway tempted to stay at their house so I could have some barbecue. If I did, Reka would complain the whole damn night, though. When we first met, I loved that she loved to party and have fun. Now, a nigga felt old as hell. I worked so much, I didn’t feel like being around a whole lot of people in a sweaty ass club all night. I actually preferred recreational activities and dates or sports shit, but Reka wasn’t into that. We made it work, though. And by that, I mean I went to the parties with her ass or just chilled at the crib while she was gone.

“That sounds good.”

“You know you’re more than welcome to stay and have dinner with us. What time are you and Reka going out?”

“We really don’t have a set time. If we go to the party, she probably won’t be ready until nine or ten, so I got some time.”

My mother turned to face me. “You don’t sound too excited about having the night to yourself.”

“I’m really not. You know I’d rather be at the crib, chilling with my kids any-damn-way. All that partying every weekend is played out to me.”

“Well, why don’t y’all do something else? A riverboat cruise or something if you don’t want to do just dinner.”

“She’s not interested in that kind of stuff.”

“That’s why you have to compromise. One week, you do what she likes, and the next week, you do what you like.”

I only nodded, not bothering to discuss my relationship with Reka any further. My mother didn’t want me with Reka, to begin with, but she knew I was going to do whatever I had to for my kids. Just didn’t expect the shit to last this damn long.

“We’ll see,” was all I said before heading back out.

Sitting down in the living room, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see if Bre had replied to my message yet. She had, and at the sight of it, I couldn’t help but smile.

Bre Simmons: The way we never see each other, this food would be good and expired by the time I saw you to give it to you.

Alonso Jackson: I’ll pull up on you right now. All I need is permission and the address.

Bre Simmons: Stop before you get me in trouble ??

Alonso Jackson: Trouble with who? I’ll protect you.

Bre Simmons: That’s enough. ?? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Alonso Jackson: ?? Aight Bre.

With a shake of my head, I texted Reka to see if she’d started getting ready yet. She said she was, so I said goodbye to everyone before I headed out. Tonight, I was going to try my very hardest to keep my attention on Reka… no matter how much I was fiending for Bre.

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Wakingup with my dick in Reka’s mouth was a warm and pleasurable surprise. When I got home, she was nowhere near ready, so I stripped down and got in bed for a quick nap. Now, a nigga didn’t want to do shit but bust a nut and go back to sleep, but I would still take her out when we were done.

Gripping her Brazilian bundles, I lifted them out of her face so I could look into her eyes while she sucked my dick. Reka moaned as she took me deep into her throat, and the sight had my stomach caving as I cursed under my breath.

“Ride it,” I commanded, reaching for a condom in my nightstand drawer.

“You don’t need a condom, Zo,” Reka replied, squatting over me.

“The hell you mean, I don’t need a condom?”

“You act like we don’t make enough money to support another child.”

At the sound of that, I laughed as my dick softened.

“Wedon’t make enough money to do anything. I’m the only one working in this bitch.”

Reka’s eyes rolled as she gripped my dick and stroked it, but sex was dead at this point. I felt like she was trying to have another baby because she knew I was unhappy, and I wasn’t with that. It didn’t matter how many kids we had, they weren’t controlling me and forcing me to stay with her. When I was ready to dip, I was going to dip.

“I thought your money was our money?”

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