Page 30 of The Smoke Hour

“Can I fuck you tonight?”

Smoke

She had just started sipping her rum and Coke and instantly spit it out.

“What?” she asked after I grabbed a napkin and wiped her lips with it.

“I mean, we’re playing these games—”

“That you initiated!”

“Either way, we’re playing, and I wanted to get to the heart of the matter.”

“No. The answer is no.”

“No discussion about it?”

“None.”

“Fine.”

Truth or Dare?” she asked.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to post on Instagram: I’m a simp ass nigga.”

I held up my phone, snapped her picture, and then shared it on Instagram with the caption: “I’m a simp ass nigga for this woman.”

“What did you do?”

I smirked. “What you told me to.”

“Let me see,” she demanded and reached for my phone. I handed it to her, and she fumed. “Delete it.”

“Why?”

“Delete it.”

I chuckled and did what she asked.

“My turn.”

She rolled her eyes. “Go ahead.”

“Truth or dare?”

She had a challenge firing from her eyes as she replied, “Dare.”

“Come sit on my lap and kiss me.”

“Shit. There’s no win with you, Smoke.”

Kaifiya stood and slowly walked around to my side of the table. She leaned her sexy ass down and pecked me on the jaw. She was gonna make me fuck her little ass up.

“That ain’t what I said. I invited you to sit on my lap and kiss me.”

“Fine,” she replied and dropped down onto my lap.

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