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She climbed on top of me, placing a kiss on my neck. “Please, just consider it...”

Tamara started to ease her body down under the cover, and seconds later, I felt her warm mouth around my dick. I instantly forgot everything that we were talking about.

“Damn,” I moaned.

“Just consider it,” she cooed, coming up for breath after damn near sending me into a coma.

“Whatever. I don’t care, Tam, just don’t fucking stop.”

She returned to the task at hand, and before I knew it, I was spraying myself in the back of her throat, forgetting everything that we had just discussed. After I had her screaming to the roof once more, I made it my mission to block her and cut this thing off with her. Tamara was getting too attached, and it was becoming annoying. After thirty minutes of Tamara calling me all kinds of bastards and motherfuckers, she was walking out of my condo. I immediately blocked her phone number and let the front desk know to add her to the banned list. There was nothing there anymore. There were plenty of women who would let me get my fix and did not want commitment.

* * *

Instead of goinginto the office first thing this morning, I took all my morning meetings by phone. The plan was to go into the office after my eleven o’clock meeting. My last meeting included Taja in it. I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful face the entire time on camera. If I could’ve had it my way, instead of Tamara giving me my fix, I would’ve rather it been Taja. There was something special about this girl, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

It pissed me off seeing her have to deal with a man who didn’t realize how special she was. If I had not been closed off, Taja would be the type of woman I wanted. She deserved it all and more, yet a nigga like me wasn’t capable of giving that to her. Every time she smiled, my heart did a weird flutter I couldn’t explain. I stood by the notion that Taja cursed me. The feeling she made me feel was different.

As soon as the meeting ended, my phone rang. Rae’s name popped up on the screen, and I hesitated before answering.

“Sup, Rae? What y’all need now?” Everything exhausted me at this point.

I could hear a commotion in the back, but not enough for me to make out what was happening. Rae had yet to say anything.

“Rae? What is it you need? I don’t have time for this right now. I’m in back-to-back meetings today.”

She sniffled, and that caused me to sit up in my chair.

“Wes, it’s Mama,” she mumbled. I could tell she was crying, and her voice was breaking.

My spine stiffened. “What do you mean it’s Mama? Rae, what the hell is going on?”

“Paramedics rushed her to the ER. They are saying she is in a diabetic coma. It’s not looking good, Wes.”

The wind was knocked out of me. My chest felt as if it were about to fall out on the floor. My mother was in a coma. My mind raced, wondering how something like this could happen.

“I’m on the way.”

I couldn’t think straight. I had forgotten where my shoes were, and I couldn’t find my wallet. I was growing frustrated. It felt like I was racing against the clock. My eyes landed on my keys sitting on the kitchen counter. I immediately snatched them up and ran out of the door. My heart and my feet moved at the same speed as I rushed out of my condo to see about my mama.

* * *

A thirty-minute driveturned into a twenty-minute drive. I pulled into a parking space, not caring if it was reserved for a physician or not. I immediately ran into the entrance, rushing past everyone, not even waiting in line. The receptionist was an older black woman who looked irritated already, even though the day had just started.

“I need to find Beatrice Jones, please,” I rushed out.

She looked past me, then back at me with a raised brow.

“Sir, I don’t know if you noticed, but there is a line, and you cut in front of all these people. Now I’m sure that at your adult age, you were taught how to wait in a line, and that is what you will do. So, take yourself to the back of the line and wait to be helped like everyone else,” she sassed.

Even though she had an attitude, I had a bigger one. No, I would not wait like everyone else because my mother was possibly declining, and I had no time to wait.

“Listen, lady, I don’t give a damn about these people. My mother is here, and she—”

“Weston...”

I spun around and saw a sunken, red-eyed Rae standing there. She looked defeated and exhausted. Ignoring the receptionist, I ran over to her, firing off questions at her.

“Rae, what is going on? Where is Mama? Diabetic coma, she had diabetes?”

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