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Dalvin, you are a 40-year-old Black king in his prime, in good health, and I possess enough confidence in my manhood to say good-looking,” Larry chortled, and Vin tried to hold onto his anger, but it was slipping.
“If you love Tahli, truly love Tahli…you have to love her past the capacity of your possession. You have to love her enough to want her happy; however she finds that happiness. She’s a smart woman. She’ll know if you love her enough for that.”
“Enough for up to five kids to go to five Ivy League schools if they want to. Enough for those five kids to own five properties by the time they’re twenty-one. Enough to maintain five two-million-dollar life insurance policies for them to pass down to their children. Enough to pay off this house and buy the beach house you want. And most important? Enough to maintain this lifestyle on a bare-minimum income if my pop’s business fails. Enough for you to never have to worry. Enough for our children, and their children, to never have to worry. Enough for me to die today…and none of you
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“Can I trust you? To confide in you like I used to? Or are you just gonna use it to your advantage?” “Tahli, you have to know above anything else, I just want you to be good. I love you more than I love myself. So, I will always try to look out for you above myself.” Had to say try. Because twelve years ago, he had selfishly fallen short and now paid the expensive price—a debt etched on his dying soul.
“I’m Daddy’s Little Freak Bitch,” Tahli breathed into his mouth, gliding down onto his engorged dick, wrapping him in a pussy grip from heaven. Leave her for what? Get tired of who? With fingertips tracing the bumps of her spine, Vin inhaled the brown sugar crust of Tahli’s essence. He drew her in close, a grip to the back of her neck as he forced her to accept every inch of the dick reserved for her, knowing one terrifying day he may have to let her go.
It represented something beyond her marriage. A significant space and time in her life. She couldn’t rewrite history. So instead, she added a finger-length lotus flower to her shoulder blade, symbolizing rebirth and enlightenment, blooming in muddy water.
“There’s no way…” Robin crooned and played, captivating the crowd. Through the blur of her lenses, Tahli allowed herself to appreciate the poignant beauty of the song while recognizing the audacity of the sender. It was one of her favorites for a reason. Melancholy defeat. Surrendering to not being right for the one you love. Vin had found a way to be present without physically doing so. But what did she expect? For Dalvin Hayes to allow her birthday to pass without some declaration of his love? He hadn’t done that in the 15 birthdays before this one.
“I am not the girl at the barbecue,” Tahli shook her head gently. “And I am not the woman you were married to for fifteen years. I am something else, now. A different version of them both.” His stare revealed comprehension. “At your doing…and my own,” Tahli admitted, causing Vin to nod, eyes lowering to the ground with the next hit of weed he took. “You sent Robin Thicke,”
