Page 16 of Ruger

"Are you done with your class?"

"Yeah... I was about to take a nap, but I feel like I need to be productive. Your brother is a great cook. That steak hit the spot. But now, I'm looking for a job since I got fired on my day off." She giggled.

"You didn't need to work there, anyway."

"Oh yeah? And where do you think I worked, Mr. Ruger? Wait, what is your real name?"

"Mekai."

"Mekai... where?—"

"You worked at Truth Gentlemen's Club. You're thirty-years-old, attending Wayne County, and aiming for a degree as a psychiatrist. You live in Rochester Hills in a one-bedroom apartment, and you own a red 2019 Chevy Impala. Am I right?"

"Okay, how the hell do you know all of that?"

"Being friends with your brother, I know your whole life story, mama."

"Wow. And what's your story?"

"I don't have one," I deflected.

I didn't disclose my upbringing because the memories were too painful for me. My peace journey began when I left home and moved in with my grandmother. I wouldn't tell Kenzi that, though. It would only lead to more questions that I refused to answer.

"Everyone has a story. Whether good or bad, everyone has one. But I understand if you don't want to share. Tell me something good about you. What do you like to do?"

"Mona, just because I'm sitting here doesn't mean I want to talk to you about my life."

"Why? I don't have anyone else to talk to."

"I'm only here to buy time and to be present for your scary ass, not talk."

"You're so damn wishy-washy. You comfort me and give me encouraging words, making catcalls to my pussy, but then act standoffish when I'm trying to get to know you."

"I'm not here for you to get to know. And as far as me comforting you, you needed it. That shouldn't give you any indication to make this more than what it is."

"I like your brother better. You're such an asshole." She stood abruptly, walking over to me and knocking the mug from my hand.

Quickly and swiftly, I yanked her ass over my knee, wrapped my arm securely around her waist, and delivered a hard slap to her exposed ass cheek.

Whap!

"Uhhhn! Wait! I'm sorry!" she screamed and tried to get loose.

"Nah, you ain't sorry. You've been begging for this shit for two days. You're not sorry, but you're about to be."

Whap!

The sound of my palm on her skin and her moans circulating around the loft excited me. I rubbed both of her cheeks gently and placed soft kisses on them. She writhed beneath me as I pulled those tiny ass shorts further up, exposing her big, round ass.

She groaned. "Oooh, Mekai... I swear, I'm sorry. Please..."

"That's right, Mona. Let me hear you beg. You wanted this. You got it."

Whap! Whap!

"Oh, fuck, Ruger!"

I pushed her shorts to the side, sliding two fingers down her slit and pushing them inside of her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling the softness of her walls. Fuck! I wanted to eat it, fuck it, suck it, entangle my tongue around her fucking soul, and snatch that bitch. This girl had me fucked up with her attitude, and I hated that I was trying to honor Grue's words. I couldn't fuck her, but I was going to get some of that attitude up out of that ass and make her think again about who she was talking to or putting her hands on.

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