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Fucking around with them extras from The People Under the Stairs is a good way to never to be seen again.”
every man I’ve met with sockless ankles thought he was God’s gift to women,
a woman has her limits, and fucking with my snacks is high on the list.
I take a pull and count the steps to ashing this blunt on Zo’s forehead if he doesn’t shut the fuck up.
Lingerie is more than an accessory for sex. There’s a confidence that comes with knowing you’re the shit, that your body is worthy of love and praise. That’s what I want for femmes: to lean into their power, revel in the uniqueness of their form, and embrace their sexiness.
Peen withdrawal a week before my period is deadly timing.
The prick who touched the stash of Twizzlers in my drawer will get a stapler to the forehead.
Real
possessed with the spirit of Tami Roman
Julian—aka Papa Pope from Scandal—
That is Byron, not Julian aka Georgetown
this ankles-out motherfucker,
I always saw myself as the fun aunt who’d drop in, inject my friends’ children with sugar, and leave. I enjoy my freedom and won’t let anyone guilt me into feeling unfulfilled or incomplete for choosing not to procreate or raise a child. Parenting comes in many forms, and it isn’t a milestone or a box to check off by a certain age. It’s a calling I never felt in my life.
“My mother loves me unconditionally, so you’ll have to forgive me. I’m not used to this.”
He ate that
Emma’s happiness should be your focus, not trying to contort her into a box or control her.”
“Call me the hoodlum hacker. I’ll turn off every light in the city before they disrespect you again in my presence.”
don’t downplay what you did. Own that with your whole chest.”
I needed this
I’m all for respect, but I don’t need to feel like a church elder whenever I step into the office.
This!!!
“Aren’t you tired?” “Of?” My clit pulses. “Fighting this. We are inevitable.”
Miles makes me melt. Under him. On him. For him.
Keep playing with me, and I’ll stand on a chair to pop you good, with your tall ass.
“I’ll show you some love too. Until then, it’s me and Bernadette.” “Bernadette?” My question comes through a snort. He lifts a shoulder like he’s not about to say something reckless. “Me and my lady are about our Good Times.”
You expose yourself to unnecessary pain if your guard is down, but the loss of not taking a chance could cost a world of regret.
I am enough. It’s a full sentence and requires no explanation.
Carter’s call was short. Just long enough for him to toss a grenade and clear the area.
Why are you even entertaining his bullshit
“Voodoo mouth?”
You’re my quiet place, Em. Every day I spend with you feels like home.”
“You are my safe space.”
“I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, kitten.”
“If your right hand is itchy, an old acquaintance will cross your path.” “What about the left?” I must be buzzed if I’m entertaining tales about unlotioned hands. A high-arched brow lifts. “Money is on the way.”
It never crossed my mind that Emma might shoot my ass, but the unlocked doors and dimmed recessed lights are some don type shit. Would she snipe me and tell the police I broke in, or bury me alive on the beach? The latter requires manual labor, but I wouldn’t put it past her.
I left on autopilot. I packed up all my shit and bounced, the same way I’ve done countless times. I never had someone at home and had to get my head in a zone. I just hope it didn’t cost me everything.
Big mistake. Huge.
“I have enough people in my life who walk in and out of it whenever they need something from me. I wanted you to be different. I wanted you not to let go.”
“I’ve been here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’ll see.”
Oh HELL NO
Is it too much to ask to eat pussy in peace? I ignore my phone for the third time. Whoever it is will have to pray about it. I’m busy.
Emma’s pussy has me swinging my feet in the air.
This is a visual
I already snuck clothes into a drawer, and she hasn’t tossed them, so that’s progress.
Dude what?!?!
This better be an emergency. Jay’s my sister, but she is fucking up my time with Bernadette.
So off to a celebrity’s house I go. Like I give a fuck about the superhero who lives there. T is staying at a former client’s house in Malibu, and I’m about to assemble some shit on his lawn.
Childish
I know somebody got some good weed over here with these flower child vibes.
It costs nothing to mind your business and stay in the house.
Words to live by
GG told me at a young age that when you find love, you might not have the right words or know what to do, but your soul will whisper to theirs.
It’s hard to let people in. To trust. I don’t make room for many changes in my life, but I don’t have to with Miles. Even from a distance, he’s been a part of it, our connection rooted in our love for our best friends. We found each other when we weren’t looking, where we least expected. “It’s okay.” I tear my eyes away from him. “What?” “To let him love the parts you don’t think are lovable.” Justice kisses the top of my head and gets up. Tears cloud her vision. “Take it from me, Em: don’t run from what you want. Even if it scares you.”
“I love you beyond this lifetime, Emma.”
To love me. To protect me. To be my safe place.
Smiles have taken up residence with Miles. Life is funnier, lighter.
Stop holding onto things that no longer serve you. If that includes your family, you have people who care about you.
“Respectfully, ain’t no one talking to you, Juliette. You think you have power, siphoning it from other people. But you’ve never been a factor. I’m talking to Crispin.”
My feet take off on their own to slap the smirk off Carter’s evil face. I wind up for a punch, but Miles pulls me back. “Easy, kitten,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. My body softens at his breath on my skin. “I love you, and I won’t let you go to jail for me.” “You won’t be far if we kill him together,” I whisper back. “I’m marrying your ass.” Miles presses a kiss to my cheek and moves me behind him.
“You’re brilliant, amazing, and one of the best men I know. I love every part of you, in this lifetime and the next.”
Let them be. Some of us should marry for love.” His confession is so quiet, I have to strain to hear it. My parents met in college, but they never discuss their love story. They just are, which explains why so much was hiding in plain sight, even for me.
Damn
We don’t need a marriage to validate our relationship, but I want her in every way possible and would say “I do” tomorrow—hamburgers or not.
