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“Oh.”

“Uh-huh, so…you still hate me, baby?”

In response, I moved to straddle him, perching myself right on his dick, and felt when it began to rise. “What you think?”

He gazed up at me before grasping my face and pulling it down to his. “I think I fucking love you.”

With my lips grazing his, I said, “I’m pretty sure I love you, too.”

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“Nigga, move! I’m tryna work out!” I fussed.

Bo was all up on my ass laughing as I bent over to pick up the dumbbells. “Oh, is that what you were doing? I thought that was a signal,” he said, gripping my butt cheeks.

“A signal for what?”

“Fucking,” he said, his voice deadpan.

“Bo, move! Shit!”

“Fine, mean ass, and speaking of asses, make sure you get some squats in. If you lose that booty, I’ma cry.”

Rolling my eyes, I turned to see him leaning against the front of his treadmill. smiling at me. He converted his formal dining room into a gym long before I moved in, but I never bothered using it until I received my diagnosis. I always figured killing people was enough exercise for me.

“You look happy,” I observed as I began doing bicep curls with the eight-pound weights.

“I am. Why you using them baby-ass weights?”

“Because I’m tired from the constant fucking your old ass has me doing.”

His eyebrows flew up. “Old ass, huh?”

“Old as hell.”

His smile widened. “You about three seconds from fifty yourself, ain’t it?”

“So is my pussy.”

“Yeah, it’s aging like the finest of wines. Motherfucker is priceless.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“Riiiight, so…my mother has invited us to dinner.”

“Why? You stop her deposits or something? She wanna evaluate my performance as manager although I haven’t really done anything?”

“First of all, she don’t runshitat The Agency. Second, you’re the fucking boss right along with me. Can’t no-fucking-body evaluate you. Third, I thought we agreed you were going to focus on your health right now.” His voice softened with the last sentence.

“We did. I just feel like I’m not pulling my weight around here.”

“That pussy pullingallthe weight.”

I sighed, dropping the weights on the floor. “Why’d she invite us?”

He shrugged. “She told me some bullshit about it being a while since she’s seen or talked to me, talking ‘bout she misses me.”

“You don’t believe her?”

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