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She winked at me over her shoulder before she stepped back, reached down, and grabbed her ankles.

What solidified that I would visit my jeweler tomorrow to shop for an engagement ring was when she walked herself up to the wall to place her back against it while she was still in her ankle-holding position.

What kind of Lord’s blessing of the devil’s work is this!

I learned during our first night that she was flexible thanks to some shit called a reformer that she had in her house that she used for Pilates.

My baby said she couldn’t afford the classes, so she saved her money for a reformer and used YouTube videos and books to use it.

Because of the size of it, she wasn’t able to pack it in her SUV when she tried to flee.

That was cool because I had one delivered a week after we had sex for the first time and put in the fourth bedroom that had minimal furniture.

I aligned myself up with her pretty pussy hole. My hand smacked her ass.

“Stop doing that shit, Tsireya.”

Her ass did this thing where she could lock up her entry to her pussy. Like, the head couldn’t get the hell in. Oh, and if she let you in, the vice grip could stop a dick mid-stroke. I felt like I had to start doing dick ups.

“I thought you were going to make me pay for my free will. When does that start?”

One of her hands left her ankle, reached back between her legs, and grabbed my nuts. The top of my body leaned to the side to see how the fuck she did the shit.

“Bet. Remember you asked for this shit.”

I pushed past her pussy lock like the world’s greatest locksmith and went to work on ransacking the inside of her uterus.

The cost of her free will was her endometrium, ostium uteri, cervix, myometrium, and I tapped on the fundus of her uterus as a fuckin’ tip.

Guess what, though? Her ass still wasn’t fuckin’ going.

A Very Little Time Later…

Never negotiate after your woman has sucked the sense out of you.

That was the worst time for Reya to ask me for a second time about her mother.

I was steadfast at breakfast and in the shower about the no that I gave her during those times.

The next morning, I woke up to her gargling my nuts.

Most women woke you up with your dick in their mouth if that was their thing.

No, my baby lifted my dick and went straight for my nuts first.

This woman that looked like a sensible, quiet, introverted, innocent soul was far more than that.

She was sexual as hell. I wasn’t sure how she went for two years without sexual intercourse, but I was happy that she did.

I wouldn’t want anyone else getting the benefit of her.

Not just the sex, but the love, the care—just her.

Tsireya and I were at a restaurant in Uptown Charlotte waiting for her mother to arrive. It was the gargling of my nuts that helped get me to the decision to come with her when she met with her mother. I went from not wanting her to go to accompanying her.

My baby would never admit her excitement about this meeting. Every little girl needed her mother and father for that matter. When she told me what happened with her mother, I was furious. Oh, and that nigga Logan? I got something for his ass.

Reya’s knee knocked mine under the booth.

“Baby, it’s going to be fine.”

My hand went to her knee to stop it, and my lips went to her temple. My eyes fell on a woman who was the older version of my baby.

“Tsireya?”

Her voice was soft and motherly, which was comical based on the research I did on Lakeisha. She smiled when Reya stood up.

“Oh, you are so beautiful.”

Reya’s body stiffened when her mother’s arms wrapped around her. I glanced at the booth that was two back and across from us where Joey and Ethan sat. Both of them shook their heads. They knew about Reya’s past with her mother. This lady was doing way too much.

Reya didn’t respond until she was out of her mother’s arms. “Hey, Lakeisha. How are you?”

Her head jerked backward. “Lakeisha? What happened to Mama?”

The bridge of Reya’s nose scrunched. “I’ve never called you Mama. You told me not to when I was five.” They had a brief stare down before Reya turned her body toward me. I stood up before she spoke. “This is Lo.”

I extended my hand. “Her husband. How are you doing, Miss Robinson?” Yeah, fuck what she thought.

“Oh, okay.” Lakeisha placed her hand on her chest. “I didn’t know you were in a relationship.”

I tilted my head. “She’s not in a relationship. She’s married.”

I didn’t like the bitch. I wasn’t going to like the bitch. There it was. That dot in her eyes told me that she didn’t like my ass either. Our common ground was found.

“Okay. Well, let’s sit down so we can talk and eat,” Lakeisha suggested.

We did that. The waitress came over to grab Lakeisha’s drink order and food. We had already put our orders in because her ass was twenty minutes late.

“How have things been going for you, Lakeisha?”

Reya was nervous as she asked the question. Last night, she fell asleep with a small notebook under her. When I pulled it from under her, it had questions that she wanted to ask her mother.

The waitress interrupted when she set the drink and our refills on the table. Lakeisha took a sip from her glass of liquor that she ordered.

“Well, life has been alright since you had me thrown in jail.”

Reya gasped softly. See? This is that bullshit!

“Nah, that’s not what we’re going to do today.

This meeting can stay cool, or it can go left real fast. What you won’t do is disrespect my wife because you don’t want to take accountability for your grown ass actions in not being a protective mother.

Your ass was thrown in jail because your boyfriend, wait baby daddy now, was proven guilty for trying to rape your teenage daughter.

” I leaned on the table with my forearms, then said, “Talk nice, or this shit is going to get real uncomfortable.”

I sat back in my seat. Reya grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it. When I turned slightly to face her, she gave me a smile, and her eyes filled with teary emotions. It wasn’t like after her grandmother died and there was no one there to protect her. Those days were over.

“How about we not talk about the past?” Lakeisha said with a turned up nose. “How are you doing? I see you’re married.”

Reya peeked at me for a second.

“Um, yes. We have a son, and I’m in school pursuing my degree.”

“Oh, you don’t work? That must be nice,” she retorted. “I saw you had a son on your Facebook page. I think our kids are around the same age. Maybe your son’s uncle can play with him sometime.”

She giggled at her own lame ass joke. Her giggles stopped when she realized her joke fell flat.

“Yeah. I saw you had a son by Logan. I found that interesting to say the least,” Reya snapped with a side eye. Her eyes shifted to the waitress that came to the table with our food.

We waited until she set our food down and walked away to continue whatever this was.

“Well, there is no need to say less. You can definitely say more. I forgave Logan for hollerin’ at you. I think you should too.” Lakeisha’s tone was flat and uncaring.

Reya choked a little on the bite of food that she had put into her mouth.

I patted her back before I picked her water cup up for her to drink.

Once she had herself together, her eyes tightened.

They held a fire that I’d never witnessed before.

When she pushed her plate to the side and leaned onto the table, I signaled for the waitress to bring our check. This lunch was about to be over.

“Did you say that Logan hollered at me? Are you fuckin’ serious right now?” Her teeth were clenched as she spoke. “Why did you invite me here? It seems like you’re still on the same bullshit that you were on when I was a teenager.”

Lakeisha hadn’t stopped eating her steak. She took two more bites of her steak and a sip of her drink before she decided to respond. Now, if that shit isn’t disrespectful as hell.

“One could say that you are also on your same bullshit that you were on when you were a teenager. I came because I wanted to see what you were up to these days. Like I said, I forgave Logan, and that’s all that matters to me.

You’re grown now, so you can go to therapy or somethin’ if you still have bad feelings toward either of us. ”

“Yeah, we out,” I said just as the waitress set the bill on the table. I picked the bill up, handed her a hundred dollar bill, and told her to keep the change. I slid out of the booth and helped Tsireya out. This bitch Lakeisha continued to eat her free steak.

“To me, it looks like you came here for a free meal because your bitch ass nigga ain’t feeding you. If you wanted a meal, you could have told her that, and she would have sent your broke ass a Cash App.”

I was already a black nigga, and the heat I felt inside made me feel like I would turn a shade darker.

She laughed. “Nigga, there is nothing broke about me.” She reached beside her into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. “See, bitch! My nigga keeps me laced.”

Oh, she thinks she hot shit. I reached out and snatched the wad from her hand then placed it in my pocket.

“Thank you for your child support payment to my woman since your piss poor ass never did shit for her as a mother.”

She jumped up from her seat.

“Muthafucka, you better give me that fuckin’ money back. My nigga will fuck you up.” The pitch of her voice was high.

When she stepped closer to me, Reya stepped in front of me. “Bitch, I wish you would. I’m not that same sixteen-year-old girl.”

When Joey and Ethan stood, I knew I had to deescalate this shit before this bitch accidentally hit her head with a bullet. My arm wrapped around Reya’s waist before I kissed her neck.

“Let’s get out of here. Fuck her.” I peered at Lakeisha. “If ya nigga wants his money back, tell him to come see me about his money.”

Before we walked off, Reya flipped Lakeisha’s plate of food off the table onto the floor.

“Eat that shit off the floor like the dog you are. I can’t believe I came from a bitch like you.”

Lakeisha stood there with wide eyes and nostrils. We walked past her. Joey and Ethan followed us when we passed them.

The restaurant had a valet service, so we waited for our car. I felt Reya’s body shake with my arms wrapped around her. I kissed her temple, put my lips to her ear, then said, “I got you. Mama Bee got you. We all got you. Fuck her.”

This was why I didn’t want my baby to waste time with this bitch.

I knew going into this that she would get upset and that this wouldn’t end good.

My ma said that I needed to let Reya have this meeting so she could get the closure that she needed.

I prayed seeing that her mother was still a fuck ass was all the closure she needed.

Reya’s lunch with her mother fucked her up for some days.

Mama Bee came over one night and told me to get out of my house and take my son.

I was confused about how we got kicked out of our house, but we didn’t go far.

My man cave had a full bedroom, so we went there.

Jedi asked way too many questions about the pole, so I knew I wouldn’t bring him back out here for a long while.

I wasn’t sure what happened in that house with my ma, Reya, and Simone. Whatever happened in that house, the next day, my baby seemed like a new fucking woman. Like I told her the day of that stupid ass meeting, we had her.

“What you doing in here, Mrs. Jordan?”

I plopped down on the couch next to Reya where she had her head in her Kindle.

She loved reading, and I loved that not only for her but for me too.

Every once in a while, she wanted to act out sex scenes from books.

With her flexibility and my ingenious stroke game, acting out sex scenes from the smutty books that she read was no problem.

She side eyed me with a smirk before she shifted her body to face me.

“You’ve been calling me Mrs. Jordan since you told that woman that I was your wife. What’s up with that?”

“You don’t want to be my wife anymore?” I grabbed my chest. “Damn, baby. I thought you loved me.”

She grinned before she giggled. “Lo’ak, I don’t have a ring. We haven’t had a wedding or at the least signed a marriage license. How am I your wife again?”

My back lifted from the back cushion of the couch. “Oh, is that it? Bet. Room read. That was all you had to say.”

I cupped the back of her head to pull her lips to mine. We tongue fucked each other’s mouths for a moment before I pulled away.

“I got some shit to handle. I’ll be back.”

I left her there on the couch frozen, wondering, and wanting. That was how I loved her. It gave me a chance to thaw her ass out, answer her wonderment, and give her exactly what she wanted.