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“There is no new nigga,” Faryn replied.

And that was true. The last night that she’d spent with Redd was the last night that she’d spent with any man. It had been over a year since Faryn had sex and that was fine with her too. She got the urges from time to time, but the feelings always passed eventually. She swore that the next time she had sex would be because she wanted to, not because she had to. She wanted to be intimate for pleasure, not profit.

“What’s the problem then?” Redd asked after a short pause.

“I just told you, Redd. I be busy with work and stuff,” Faryn said, trying to let him down easy.

“Just tell a nigga the truth. If you ain’t fucking with me like that, just say that shit,” Redd snapped angrily.

“Seriously Redd? You’ve been calling me asking to hook up for a year now and I’ve never agreed once. I mean, let’s keep it real, I never even told you my real name. I thought you would have gotten the hint by now,” Faryn argued.

“You should have just been real and said that shit. You kept stringing a nigga along like you were thinking about it, when you know you weren’t. All y’all hoes play the same games. I don’t know what made me think you were different,” Redd barked.

“If I’m a hoe, then stop begging to eat me out and fuck me. Get a fucking life and lose my number!” Faryn yelled as she hung up the phone and blocked his number.

He had her heated, and she needed a drink. Faryn didn’t do hard liquor, but she grabbed a bottle of wine and poured her a big glass. She was worked up, so she threw on her gym clothes and headed on the first floor to the twenty-four-hour gym in her apartment complex.

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“What kind of stuff are we going to talk about?” Lance asked his father as they pulled up to the office building.

“I don’t know bruh, but you better get it off your chest. I understand if you don’t want to say anything to me, but you need to talk to somebody,” Landon replied.

“Okay,” Lance said as he and his father got out of the car and walked into the building.

“Good morning. Can I help you?” the secretary asked when they walked up to her desk.

“Yes ma’am, my son has an appointment with Ms. Clark,” Landon replied.

“Okay. What’s your son’s name?” she questioned.

“Lance Reynolds,” Landon replied.

“I need to see his insurance card and your identification,” she requested.

Landon watched as she made copies and handed everything back to him. “Thanks,” he said while putting the documents back in his wallet.

“You can have a seat and I’ll go let her know that he’s here. You’re in for a treat Lance. Ms. Clark is the best counselor that we have here. All the kids just love talking to her,” the lady said as she looked at Lance and smiled before walking away.

Landon sat next to his son and gave him some encouraging words. Lance was a smart boy, like his father, and he wanted him to do great things. Getting suspended every other week and fighting all the time wasn’t going to cut it.

“Good morning Lance,” a young lady walked up to them and said.

“Damn,” Landon mumbled when he looked up into her beautiful smiling face. He was so busy talking to his son, he didn’t even see when she approached.

“Good morning,” Lance replied.

“I’m Faryn Clark and I’m the behavior specialist who’s been assigned to your case.” Faryn smiled as she reached her hand out for Lance to shake.

“Okay.” Lance smiled, feeling better already. He was happy that his counselor was a woman because all the male counselors at his school were mean and yelled a lot.

“Are you his father?” Faryn asked as she tried not to stare at the handsome specimen that sat before her. Her breath caught in her throat when Landon stood up and she saw how tall and fine he was. His hair was cut low with a part on the side and one of his arms was completely covered with tribal tattoos. His beard was cut low with a thin mustache connected to it. Chocolate was her new favorite flavor as she studied the milk chocolate Adonis in all his magnificent glory. Faryn had to pull her eyes away from him and focus on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I’m Landon Reynolds,” he replied as he extended his hand for her to shake.

Unlike her, Landon didn’t look away as he openly admired her beauty. Faryn’s skin looked like it had been kissed by the sun. Her nude colored lips were full and pouty. Her hair was long and curly like she’d rolled it or applied chemicals to make it that way. Her perfectly arched brows sat atop the prettiest set of eyes that Landon had ever seen. She was dressed down in jeans and a black t-shirt that bared the name of her agency on front, but she was the sexiest thing that he had ever seen.

“Okay, well, we have a waiting area across the hall where you can relax until we’re done. Help yourself to the coffee and snacks and we’ll be done in about an hour,” Faryn said as she grabbed Lance’s hand and walked away.

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