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“Shit, I’m not about to do shit. I’m trying to chill with your sexy ass,” he admitted.

Jacobia, if you fuck him, you will only be doing it because you’re in your feelings about Joston.Just as that thought crossed my mind, my eyes landed on Joston sitting at a table with Cindy Lou in his lap. Her thirsty ass kissed on his neck as she gyrated on him.

My head started to hurt. My focus went back to Bam. I walked into his personal space. “Well, what the fuck you waiting for, Bam?”

He leaned down, put his lips near my ear, then spoke. “Don’t fucking play with me, Jacobia. I’m not that same lil nigga from back in the day that you fucked. I’m a grown ass man now.”

I heard him loud and clear. He gave me something to think about. Our eyes met before I responded. “Who said anything about fucking? Chilling doesn’t always lead to fucking, grown ass man.”

I said that more for my benefit than his. I needed to remind myself not to make careless decisions tonight because I was in my feelings. This was not the time to be that girl.

Bam took a step back. His eyes had a crimson tint that let me know he was lifted. “Alright.” He extended his hand to me. “Let’s go chill and see what happens.”

Our eyes stayed locked on each other as I took his hand. We started our trek toward the balcony. It was a beautiful night to snuggle and catch up with an old friend.

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The reception was far from over. My couch, pajamas, and a bowl of amaretto cherry ice cream were my companions for the night, well morning. It was two in the morning, and I was wide awake. Bam and I chilled on the balcony with a small amount of touching, but nothing too serious. When it was time to leave, he drove me home. He asked to come inside, but I proudly controlled my pussy to tell him no.

Chance and Lark were so deep into their beautiful love bliss that I didn’t think they saw anyone leave. Their goodnight, thank you speech included telling everyone that he was going to put a baby in her tonight. I bet their parents loved the sound of that. Mama Georgia had been itching for a grandbaby for years.

“I shoulda fucked Bam.”Great, now I’m talking to myself.The opportunity was there, but my want to be a responsible and emotionally intelligent bitch let it slide by. My head dropped back. “Fuck it. I’m about to call him.”

I picked my phone up to pull him up in my contacts.Maybe I’ll text him first.I opened a text message addressed to him, ready to send myhey strangertext. Before I could, the alarm on my front door dinged, letting me know that someone entered the code to enter. Shock covered my face when I turned around. “Joston, what the hell are you doing here?”

He looked half part crazy and the other half sexy as hell. He wore a pair of black sweatpants with a matching T-shirt, socks, and a pair of slides. I expected him to say something, but he didn’t. He stalked over to where I sat, then stood in front of me. “You fuck that nigga?”

My head bucked back. “I beg your finest pardon. Joston, I know yourwe’re going to stop playing with each otherass did not come over here to see if I fucked someone. By the way, that’s none of your business.”

“Justina, cut the bullshit. Did you fuck that nigga?” He was serious as hell.

A SHORT TIME EARLIER…

This back andforth with Jacobia was taxing. It really wasn’t a back and forth. It was more like I was going forth and her ass was standing still. The first time that I spotted her at one of my parties, I knew that I wanted her. At that time, I didn’t know that it would be more than sexual. She was with another dude, but his ass was more infatuated with getting fucked. Jacobia clearly wasn’t into that kind of thing, because she spent the night on my dick.

From that fuck on, we were on each other’s asses. Eventually, we started to spend time outside of the club. That was where I messed up. When we were in the club, there was minimal conversation that wasn’t around sex. All I needed to know in the club was that she knew how to follow instructions, had a tight pussy and asshole, a mouth with the suction of a black hole, and could take dick. I didn’t give a damn about who she was as a person.

Once I got to know her, it was a wrap. Her ass had the nerve to be a-fucking-mazing. I almost lost my head when I found out that we were both from the Charleston area. The more time we spent together, and I got to see her for the powerful woman that she was, the more I fell in love with her. She was the type of woman that I wanted on my arm, in my life, and with my last name attached to hers. I stepped to her about it, and she hit me with that bullshit about our lifestyle. I changed how I moved, and it still wasn’t good enough.

I wasn’t about to play with her ass. Every move that I’d made in life was to build a legacy and financial dynasty for my impending family. At forty, my parents and my nuts were on me about becoming a father. After the last conversation Jacobia and I had about being in a committed relationship, I knew something else had to shake. I brought Noelle with me to the wedding to keep me distracted.

“Hello!” Noelle’s voice intrusively broke into my thoughts. “Joston, are you even listening to me?”

She stood in front of me, naked.When did she take her clothes off?I still had my towel wrapped around my waist from the shower that I’d just gotten out of. “What’s up, Noelle? Why are you so loud?”

“Joston, I’ve been talking to you for like five minutes, and you’ve been sitting there in a fucking daze. The fuck.” Her tone was not one that I thought I wanted to deal with.

With a sideways glance, I responded. “Your tone is not one that I like. Who the fuck are you talking to?” My face tightened. “Why are you standing there naked?”

Her hands went to her sharp hips. “You can’t be serious right now! I just told you that I wanted?—”

“I’m not going to ask you again to watch your tone. I’m less than ten feet away from your silly ass, and you’re yelling,” I interrupted. I was taught that there was nothing worse in life than disrespect. Disrespect led to other unacceptable actions.

Her hands dropped to her side. As I stood to get myself dressed, I heard her counting to herself. I taught her to do that when she needed to calm down. She also did thistick, tick, boommethod. By the time I moisturized my body, slipped on my boxer briefs, and sweatpants, she had calmed herself. She didn’t speak again until I turned in her direction.

“I’ve been naked since you came out of the bathroom. I wanted to take a shower with you, but you locked the door. You’ve completely ignored me ever since your treasure troll got mad.”

My neck flexed at her disrespect toward Jacobia. I picked my phone up from the bedside table. The room was quiet as I tapped away at the screen. Noelle stood there like an idiot. “You can get dressed. After you’re dressed, pack your bags.”

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