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I didn’t know why the fuck I cared so much about her and this doctor nigga. All I knew was she was starting to piss me off mentioning the nigga.

“I’ve been single for a while now, not a whole year but it’s healthy for me to date. There’s nothing wrong with that like it’s nothing wrong with you being my temporary sex buddy.” She smirked.

“You got me fucked up.” I laughed at her dry ass humor.

“Yeremy, that pussy A-one as fuck, Ma. That shit have the ability to throw a nigga off his p’s and q’s. I ain’t pressed for shit but time and money.”

“So you don’t want me as a friend?” she asked innocently.

“Yeah, I don’t mind being your friend.”

She offered me a big smile that automatically made me smile back at her.

“Are you always so intense?” she randomly asked.

“Only when I want something or handling business, I guess,” I answered.

“So that means…right now?—”

“I want you.” I finished her sentence.

She inhaled slowly and bit into her bottom lip.

“You don’t even know me, you’re not asking questions. It can’t all just be sexual if we getting to know each other.” She complained pushing her plate a few inches away like she lost her appetite.

“I know your scent; I know the sounds you make when you cum. Your body shakes when I put my mouth on you. You get scared when you cum back-to-back because you think you gonna faint. You listen to old school music to make you feel okay the next day after getting the pussy broke in. You an aesthetic type of chick. Small things make you happy. If I was to tell you to get dressed after breakfast to just ride shot gun in my drop top, you’d like that shit. Your spoiled and got a good ass heart, Yeremy. You give muthafuckas the benefit of the doubt and it ends up hurting you in the end. You wear your heart on your sleeve and got a lot of wishful thinking going on in that pretty head of yours. If I met you in another lifetime where our pieces aligned properly, I’d make it more than just what I’m making it to be about now. You a good woman, one day you gone make me jealous as fuck.” I chuckled, not believing how vocal I was being.

“Why would I make you jealous?” She released the breath she was holding.

“Cause you gone allow a square ass nigga into your space while thinking of me and shit. I’m gone respect whatever relationship you got going, but if I want you, I’m gone get you. I just respect Casper enough not to ruin you,” I stated, looking away from her.

Yeremy looked me in the eyes like she could see a nigga’s soul. I suddenly felt fucked up about taking her down in Casper’shouse. We didn’t belong. I couldn’t have her, and even if I wanted to try to get Yeremy, it would fuck up the little bit of peace that I had.

“Do you want kids one day?”

Yeremy had a lot of questions, which showed that she was hell of interested in me.

“I do, once I’m out the game,” I answered honestly.

“Wow that’s good! You actually want to get out and not let this define you for the rest of your life.” She looked up at me with hopeful eyes.

“Yeah, I’m just doing this to add more money to my savings for me and my brother Fatz. We already know about investing and got shit put to the side for our exit. Everything be temporary in my eyes, especially this street shit.” I leaned back on the stool and tapped my fork against the plate.

“What kind of woman do you see yourself with when you retire?”

“I don’t know, someone like you probably.” I chuckled.

“I haven’t really thought about no shit like that. Right now, I fuck bitches; if the pussy good, I might drop a band on em’ then I keep it pushing.” I smirked.

Yeremy rolled her eyes so hard that I thought them bitches would get stuck.

“Well, you said my pussy good, so where my band?” She popped her neck to the side.

“Yo pussy worth more than a band. If you want to get tricked on say that shit with pride.” I laughed.

“Go get fly and we can dip up out of here.”

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