Page 7 of Her Savior

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How did it go today?

I guess it went well, I text back.

You home?

Just arrived.

Can I swing over for a bit?

How long is a bit?

A few hours, maybe.

I don’t know what that means so you need to speak English.

Can I come over and chill for a bit?

Just chill?

You can chill on this dick.

Stop it with the sexy talk.

I miss you, baby girl.

You’re getting warm.

I miss holding you.

Warmer.

I can’t wait for you to ride my tongue.

It’s a bit warm in here.

I want to suck on those titties as you ride my dick all night.

It’s fucking Inferno in here.

So, that’s a yes?

Sure, come over.

I toss my phone aside and yawn as I contemplate the next move in my life. If I don’t get this internship, I need to have a Plan B. Everyone knows I’m not going to stay in Inglewood and I’m not entirely sure I’ll even stay in Los Angeles.

All I know is I want more out of life and I’m determined to get it.

Five

“Did you miss me?”

I pinch two of my fingers together and he raises an eyebrow. I sigh and spread my hands apart to about the length of that glorious dick of his. He approvingly smiles.

Jalen was supposed to show up around six. This nigga showed up a quarter to ten.

I don’t even ask why it took him so long because I already know what the answer was – he had to make sure his corner was on lock and everyone who owed him money, actually paid. If they didn’t pay, he didn’t take too kindly on doing layaways.

While my Daddy refused to sell to his own people, Jalen doesn’t have that issue. In his words, crack doesn’t care if the user is black, white, green, or purple. If someone wants a rock, he’ll be that supply.

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