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“Oh, I totally understand that.”

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“Damn, like…this is a lot to take in at once! You’re firing usandyou’re sick?! The fuck?!” Montana said, her image on the computer screen clear. She was a pretty young lady with wild red hair and medium brown skin. Her wide eyes seemed distant as she spoke.

“Right. Shit, Raja. I don’t know what to say,” Jerryn added.

“There’s nothing to say. I’m done working in the field, and I have a chronic disease that I’m managing,” I restated.

“Yeah, I guess you marrying the boss should’ve prepared me for the change in career. That ain’t even my main concern. It’s the disease. You’re too fucking mean to be sick,” Jerryn observed, making me laugh.

“Well damn,” I replied.

“Oh, I agree with him. Any disease should be scared of your ass. You might shoot it!” Montana declared.

“Uh, since the disease is in my body, I definitely won’t be doing that,” I assured her.

“Right, your gun only points outward,” Jerryn said.

“Bingo!” I chimed.

“Well, if you ever need me, I’m here for you. Anything, anytime,” Jerryn offered.

“Same here!” Montana trilled.

“I appreciate you both,” I said, coming as close to tears as I ever had. I’d miss these two.

“Ohhhhhh, shit! Shit-damn-fuck! Bo! Bo! BO!”I screamed, absolutely delirious at that point. If this man couldn’t eat a pussy, then pussy just couldn’t be eaten at all. He was devouring me like I was a bowl of the finest, authentic New Orleans gumbo, and I wasn’t even sure how I felt about it. I mean, I loved it, but I didn’t have the brain capacity to eloquently articulate that, so I screamed, bit my bottom lip, and wriggled beneath him while I gripped his head. My legs trembled; my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The orgasm felt like it burst through my pelvis, destroying everything in its path, and then he was deep inside me.

“How in the fuck could you still feel so good. It’s like we were never apart. I used to dream about being inside of you, and this is what my dreams felt like. Fucking euphoria,” he rambled.

“I…feel…the same…but not reallyyyyy! I-I-I think all the hate I built up for you makes the d-d-dick better!”

“Mm-hmmm…” he hummed, repeating the sound over and over again as his strokes grew harder and faster and deeper until we were both howling through our mutual release.

Minutes later, as we lay beside each other with our naked bodies damp with sweat, he asked, “I know I hurt you, but you get it now, right? That I didn’t want us to be apart? That I didn’t want to marry her?”

“I do. It just…you stayed married to her, raised a kid with her. I don’t know…that part still hurts,” she admitted.

“I was married to her for six years, yes. I barely touched her, was hardly ever in the same room with her, baby. She ain’t help me raise shit, either. Tavares was fifteen when I adopted him. Wasn’t too much raising left to do, and what little I tried to do didn’t stick.”

“She was pregnant. I know she lost the baby, but still, you got her pregnant.”

“Nah, it wasn’t mine. I ain’t never fuck her raw.”

“Ew.”

“You need to hear this shit, and I’m telling you. Her side nigga, the one she had before we got hitched? It was his. Dude was a low-level drug dealer, so her dad didn’t want her to marry him. Anyway, she didn’t miscarry. Her dad made her abort it when he found out. Shortly after that, he died, and Layla started fucking Zaccai. She’s still fucking him, far as I know.”

“Damn.”

“Yep.”

“You were always fucking with me, though, playing all those psychological games and shit like contacting me withassignments, picking targets for me, telling me who to train. You hurt me, and then you wouldn’t leave me alone!”

He chuckled, and I barked, “The fuck is funny?!”

“You! Your silly ass don’t realize that was my way of taking care of you. I was making sure you made the easiest money doing the safest jobs. The contacting you myself part was selfish. I just wanted to interact with you, hear your voice. I missed you. Then I started missing you so bad that it actually hurt to contact you, so I stopped. I still picked the assignments that were presented to you, though.”

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