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“That dream died a long time ago. I still draw when I can, but Hurricane used to always tell me my shit wasn’t going nowhere.” I sipped my drink as I thought about all the red flags I had ignored.

“Well, you know I do more than this drug shit. Present me something, and I can probably plug your swimwear in stores. Get back to you, lady. You ain’t got shit to worry about no more. I like a woman with a talent.”

I blushed. “Thank you for noticing that I have talent.”

We ate our meal and drank a lot of liquor while we enjoyed our gorgeous night view of Prince Valley.

Once we finished our dinner, Mula picked up his blunt, and I went for the cake.

I cut into the gooey fudge and put a slice on a saucer.

I dug into my desert and watched Mula smoke his blunt.

He was so fine, and I always thought he looked better than Hurricane.

By the time I finished my cake and champagne, I was feeling sexy. The air was getting cool, so I glanced at the pool.

“I want to dive in before it gets cold. I’m going to go for it,” I told Mula as I stood up from the table.

“Have at it.” He relit his Backwood and picked up his phone, but I knew what I had to do to wean him off business for a while.

I walked to the pool, slipped out my dress and heels, and laid them on the cushioned poolside chair. I stood only wearing my red thong and no bra. My D-cup breasts and pierced nipples sat up perfectly, thanks to the breast implants I had, and my summer tan lines were on point.

“Mula,” I called out seductively.

He looked up but quickly put his phone down when he saw I was naked.

“I want you to get in with me, boy.” I giggled and then stepped into the water that was the perfect temperature. I made sure my ass wiggled as I stepped in, so he could pay attention to the red scorpion I had tatted on my ass, and I couldn’t wait for him to feel on it.

He stood up from the table. “I have to change. I’ll be out here in a minute.” He walked inside the suite.

I swam to the edge of the pool and continued to enjoy the view.

Mula came out in Burberry swim shorts with matching slides.

He was shirtless, showing off all his hood tattoos and the single diamond chain that he wore.

He didn’t have the washboard abs he had when he was in his twenties hustling.

He had what I called a rich nigga belly .

Mula was tall, dark, and stood with stamina, but you could tell he was a nigga that liked to eat good food and drink top shelf liquor, so I ain’t have an issue with his pot belly.

“You want a nigga to swim way over there? I’m too faded, and I’m fat. I ain’t that same swimmer from our runner days,” Mula said as he stepped in the water with his D’usse and blunt in hand.

I laughed. “No, I’ll come to you!”

“I know you see all this weight I put on. I’ma be outta breath.” He chuckled.

“I think it’s sexy, boo. Make you look like a grown man.”

I swam back to three feet from six feet and came up in front of him. I wiped the water from my face and threw my now curly hair over my shoulder. My slow jams were still playing, so I grinded my ass on him while he continued to get intoxicated.

“You ready for me to help you get your revenge?” I asked sarcastically while I felt his half-erect manhood on my ass cheek.

“Who said that you were a part of my plan?”

I turned to face him.

“Well, what is this? Why are we here alone?” I took his blunt from him and hit it.

“Part revenge and part that a nigga is just feelin’ you.

I ain’t even supposed to be feelin’ you, tho’, in the name of Coast. I still honor my homie; that’s why I never pursued you until now.

But Coast is the real reason I took you from that nigga Hurricane, too.

I know my bro don’t like the shit Hurricane bitch ass has been doing to you. ”

“You’re right, but I’m a grown woman now, so Coast can’t dictate who I want to be with. He might be mad for me being with Hosea, but not you. You’re a real nigga, Mula.”

“Call me Lameek because we’re closer than that. But since you want to be a part of my revenge so bad, yeah, I’m ready.”

He pulled me closer to him, and we shared a passionate kiss that had my temperature rising.

Lameek grabbed my ass and pulled my thong to the side. I felt his finger searching for my clit, causing me to moan in his mouth. I felt chills as he explored me. I wrapped my thick thighs around his waist, and he turned us around so my ass cheeks were pressed into the pool wall.

He slipped me out of my thong, came out of his shorts, and tossed everything outside the pool.

He played with my nipple rings with his tongue while I caressed his wavy hair.

I found myself fondling the diamonds in his earlobes.

He unlocked my legs from around him and guided his manhood inside of me.

I gasped at the slide in and tried my best not to scratch his back with my stiletto red bottom nails.

He stroked me slowly as he kissed my neck.

“Now that I stuck my dick in you, you no longer belong to Hurricane. You go back to him; I promise I’ll turn you into an opp worse than he is to me,” he uttered in my ear, and then grabbed my chin so I could see the seriousness in his stare.

“Who do I belong to now, Lameek?” I asked breathlessly.

“You belong to yourself. I ain’t gon’ put no shackles on you. But you’re my girl now, and my right hand. I’ma help you heal from the shit you been through the real way.” He planted a sloppy kiss on my lips and picked up his pace.

Lameek blew my mind in the pool, but we got out when the mountain wind started blowing and finished in the bedroom.

Mula was a great lover and could go rounds.

He even exposed that he ate pussy like a pro.

Hurricane said I had dry pussy, but I stayed soaked for Lameek.

I quickly realized that a woman’s pussy is going to get wet for a nigga that’s willing to treat her right, and he had me open…