Page 98 of Are You Going to Love Me

“The dog that likes to run around from yard to yard or that one that’s going to be up my ass?”

Maximus rose a thick brow and gave her a knowing look. “You already know. Right up your ass. In that muthafucka making sure my scent and shit still there. And you fuckin’ like it.”

Eden chuckled as she bit her lip. “I just wanted to know. You got layers.”

“Uh huh. You forgettin’ some shit aren’t you?”

Eden squinted. “Uhh. Thank you for my poppies?”

“Get your pretty ass over here and give me a kiss and a hug and tell me you missed me.”

"Ohh, you feeling yourself,” Eden crooned. “Only if you do something for me first...”

“What’s that?”

“I need to send in a video for the tester for this show. Immediately after that, I’ll kiss you and tell you I missed you.”

He smirked. “You gon’ have me pull that shit out of you?”

Eden nipped her lip. “I would like that. My rose died and I lost the charger soooo…”

“Imagine doing shit on purpose to get exactly what you want,” he grumbled in laughter. “Where you want me?”

“On the couch, I sent the lines to your phone.”

Maximus trekked behind her, pulling his phone from his pocket and navigating to their text thread. While he was lookingat the lines, he smacked his teeth. “You got to fuck this nigga? Like on the show?”

“It’s eluded that my character is sleeping with her client, and then he gets caught up in a murder scandal, and subsequently, so does she. She can’t say he was with her because of her contract, but you know.”

“Mm mm, this shit finna be fire,” Maximus spoke, taking a spot on the couch. “One of my favorite things is going to be watching you boss up.”

Eden bit her smile as she adjusted the camera just right. “You sure? No bullshit?”

“Not an ounce of bullshit in my blood, baby. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Eden made one last adjustment to the camera before switching over to the couch and pressing record on the remote to the device.

“You’re acting like I’ve told you something other than the truth,” Maximus read from his phone screen and balanced his attention on Eden. “I’m not leaving my wife, and I’m not letting you go.”

“Of course,” Eden scoffed, in full embodiment of her character. “I’m good enough to manage your career, hide your bullshit, let you in here every time you pop up.”

“Here you go.”

“You’re right. I’m tripping. I forgot my role. Maybe you should really consider letting me go. You can keep your wife, your pro baller career, your life, and I can keep mine.”

Maximus scoffed, pulling her closer to him. “Hell nah. What I tell you?”

“I heard what you said,” she replied, subtly fighting him off per the script. “Anthony, let me go.”

“Look at me, Sondee,” Maximus grunted, holding her still. “You are mine. I’m not letting you leave me.”

“But you’re still sleeping with your wife.”

“We don’t share shit but the business and a name.” Maximus gripped her chin and kissed her lips roughly. “Do you understand me?”

Following the script, he kissed her again, prompting him to abandon the notes and push his tongue into her mouth.

“Max,” Eden’s whine was muffled. “We’re not done.”

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