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“Damn Nariah.” He groaned. Inch by inch he fed me slow and torturous strokes until he was fully planted. When our skin started smacking against each other I gasped loudly and rocked my hips against him.

“This shit belongs to me Nariah. On God, I’ll kill you if you give my pussy to another nigga.

You want Juju to be motherless?” He taunted and wrapped his hand around my throat.

Julius grinded into me like he knew this was the last time that he and I would connect this way.

While I couldn’t confirm or deny that it was, I fully planned on enjoying this moment and dealing with the fall out at a later date.

“Oooohhh.” I groaned and bucked my hips when he picked up speed and started slamming into me erratically. My nails scraped against his skin as I lay under him while he pounded in and out of me.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He gritted. The way my pussy pulsated around him I knew Julius was getting ready to draw another orgasm out of me. Gnawing on my bottom lip I tilted my head back and moaned.

“There it is.” He praised and looked down in between us. Had I looked a second later I probably would’ve missed the possessive look that flashed across his face.

“You ‘bout to cum Nari?”

“Yessss.” I cried.

“Good.” He growled. “I’m ‘bout to beat yo shit in.” Fucking me to oblivion Julius held my hips and pumped in and out of me until we were both jerking roughly from the intense release. By the time we were done not only I was spent but my pussy was sore.

Julius lay on top of me a few seconds breathing into my ear like he’d just run a marathon. When he pulled out my pussy made that sputtering noise, confirming what I had assumed. His ass nutted in me.

Licking my dry lips I croaked. “Julius.”

“My bad Nari.” He dropped his head. “I know you ain’t tryna fuck with me like that and I’mma take that shit on the chin. Just know I’on regret shit we just did.”

I thought he was going to offer to get a plan B, but he didn’t.

Instead, he got up from the bed, grabbed his shorts off the floor, and left out of the room.

Bastard probably had PTSD from the last time he offered.

Tomorrow, I would make it my business to go and grab one from the pharmacy.

I wouldn’t dare let Julius trap me with a baby.

When I regained the feeling in my leg, I hit the shower and washed my body off before climbing back into bed. I fell asleep full and satisfied.

Well, let's go wrong for wrong, let's go lick for lick. If I can handle that, let me see you handle this. Do you how you do me, bet you we won't speak again. Favorite player from your favorite team, he in my DM.

Swiping my cup off the table I stood on the couch and swayed to the music.

My baby was with his daddy, and I was bored so I had Tito call Opium to get me a section so I could hang with my girls. I was standing behind Lariah with my arms wrapped around her neck when the song switched to “Trick’n” by Mullage. Rolling my hips I sang the lyrics to the top og my lungs.

It had been a week since we’d been back from Punta Cana, and I had to damn near beg my sister to stay in Atlanta with me for a few more days. Now that I wasn’t boo’d up, I was trying to be outside as much as possible and who better to party with.

After the night Julius and I slept together the two of us steered clear of each other.

Well… I made it a point to not be around him if it was just the two of us.

Of course, we still had to interact for Jude but that was as far as it went.

That parting gift was exactly what I needed to get back to myself.

Pictures from our vacation had gone viral and hoes was in the comments saying they knew Julius and I never stopped fucking with each other.

Everybody had an opinion about what they thought was going on with the two of us.

And everybody was wrong. Julius and I shared a kid—that’s it that’s all.

I felt contrite after sleeping with him so when I made it back to Atlanta, I pulled up on Dip so the two of us could talk.

I could’ve lied and told him nothing happened between Julius and I but what kind of person would that make me. I kept it a bean and let him know I had a moment of weakness and slept with my baby daddy.

I’m sure he felt a way, but I assured him it was a one-time thing and even though I had no plans on moving backwards, the fact that it was so easy for me to double back just confirmed I don’t need to be trying to pursue anything.

Dip was cool, we had fun anytime we linked but until I could get Julius out of my system, I was gon’ chill out.

Leaning over, I swiped my bottle off the table when I spotted my girl. “Bitch yo ass late.” I fussed at Shunta who stepped in the section looking like money. My girl had gotten her hair cut up in a bob and from the few pieces of clothes she had on my girl was tryna get chose.

“Choosing much?” I teased.

“Choosing my ass. That fat ass flunky at the front wasn’t tryna let me in the door. Trying to make a bitch stand in line. Do you see me?” She asked and waved her hand up and down her body. “I look like a bitch that stand in lines?” She frowned.

Tossing her hair I smiled. “I like yo hair like this. It makes you look young.”

“My baby daddy hate it.” She quipped.

“Good thing we don’t give a fuck ‘bout him.” I laughed and slapped hands with her.

“Pour me up a shot Nari!” She pointed at the bottle of 1942 I had in my hand.

After fixing her a drink and handing it off to her I quickly down my shot and poured me another one.

“That ass clapping tonight.” Shunta noted and looked me up and down.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I smirked and tapped my thumb and pointer finger together. Tonight, I had on a Black Lace Me Bodysuit by King of Style, and a black pair of Amina Muaddi Lori Lace Up sandals.

“You talking ‘bout me choosing let me find out you on the prowl.”

“No ma’am.” I held my hands up. “Niggas on my body but I ain’t biting.”

“That’s what you say.” She laughed.

I was getting ready to say something to my sister when I start to feel like somebody was watching me.

My baby daddy was known to pop up uninvited, but I highly doubted it was him this time.

Squinting my eyes I looked around the club trying to see if I could spot the culprit but didn’t see anybody. Maybe I’m tripping.

Shaking that shit off I tried to ignore that feeling and started rapping.

My ass was paranoid as fuck now and didn’t want to say anything ‘cause I wasn’t trying to ruin anybody night.

Lox was perched at the entrance of my section so if somebody tried anything they had to go through him first. Pulling my phone out of my clutch I snapped a quick selfie before refreshing my lipstick.

“Why this hoe coming over here?” Shunta spat.

Glancing up from the mirror I tried to see who she was talking about. I closed my lipstick and stuck it back in my purse before responding. “Don’t know but I’m on whatever she on.”

Ole girl must’ve thought I was here alone ‘cause her ass really thought she was ‘bout to come into my section. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but I saw Lox shake his head. Clearly, she was here for me.

Stepping down from the couch I walked toward them. “We got a problem?”

“No. No problem at all. I was just coming to speak.” Tamia chided, making her flunkies behind her snicker.

“Speak for what? Hoe we ain’t cool. Just cause you was fucking my baby daddy don’t mean we friends or no shit like that. You ain’t gotta speak to me.”

“ Was fucking yo baby daddy.” She gloated. “You mean still .”

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck. That’s between the two of y’all.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t know what kind of lies Juli?—”

“Baby girl I seriously don’t give a fuck ‘bout you or that nigga. Like I said had you kept your mouth closed you wouldn’t have got cut off.

Don’t think pressing me ‘bout a nigga I fucked last week gone make me feel a way. Cause it’s not.

You barking up the wrong tree lil baby.” Turning my back to her I ignored whatever she was saying.

Ain’t no way she thought I was ‘bout to argue with her in a club over a nigga I could have with a snap of my finger.

If Tamia knew like I knew it was in her best interest to leave me the fuck alone ‘cause if she thought that nigga had cut her off before he really not ‘bout to fuck with her when I tell him she tried to start some shit with me.

“I love money, and she love me back!” I yelled when Waka’s “Clap” came on. Bending over I did exactly what the song said and started clapping my ass to the song.

“Not you shaking ass while that girl standing there looking stupid in the face.” Lariah heckled and pointed her hand at Tamia. “Ooooohh she madddd.” My sister sang.

That’s just how unbothered I was. I wasn’t the type of bitch that approached the next hoe ‘bout no nigga. I took my issues up with the nigga I was with. Baby girl better get some balls, or she was gone forever go out sad behind a nigga if this was how she handled herself.

“Nariah!” Tamia yelled over the music.

“This girl.” I groaned.

All I heard next was “You need that.”

I spun around so fast. Nawl, I want that.

Fuck is you saying!” Before I could stop myself, I was lunging at her.

My fist cracked her in the nose and the next thing I know my crew was fighting hers.

I was whooping that hoe ass when I was pulled off of her and handcuffed.

On one hand I was pissed that I had lost my cool and gotten arrested and on the other I wasn’t.

These hoes thought I was pussy, and I had to show em wasn’t shit about me weak.

Bitch should’ve kept it pushing the first time now she had gotten her ass drug in the middle of Opium.