Determining Possession (Connecticut Kings, #3)

by Christina C. Jones

“I’m not keeping him from anything,” I contended, even though we both understood the shaky veracity of that claim. “Just because I changed the code for the gate and called and had his name removed as an authorized person with the security company doesn’t really mean that much. If he was really about that action, he would figure it out.”

You ain't lying 😂

“Sweetheart… you were always the best thing that happened to that man. Anyone would have been lucky to be able to claim you as theirs, and now he has lost that opportunity. Trust me, my love. He will see you whole and happy without him, and it will tear him up inside.”

“You can’t make a person be faithful by doing things for them, and not doing things for them isn’t gonna make them step out. There’s one reason – because they wanted to. And that’s about them. Not you.”

“I understand. You want to believe in love… just not ready to be in it.”

Same Wil, same.

Something about liquor not creating urges, only amplifying existing ones, kept coming to mind.

“So, let me run this down,” I said, struggling to keep my voice even, and at least appear calm, though I definitely wasn’t. “You are cutting my salary by an “insignificant” thirty-thousand dollars to pay a grossly inexperienced white man to replace my cohost, so that you can increase the “diversity” of a network founded on principles of giving a platform to, and showcasing Black talents and excellence. Do I understand that correctly?”

She shrugged. “Like I said – pulling another sister up is never a problem.” “Let’s toast to that,” Ashley said, approaching with a freshly uncorked wine bottle.

“Hey,” I said, and she looked up, meeting my eyes in the mirror over the sink. “We should go to dinner. Not like our usual… hit up the sushi spot or whatever, but like… a real dinner. Me in a tie, you in heels.”

She smiled. “It sounds like a date.”

“You’re not a quitter, right?” I shook my head. “No.” “Well then…” he lowered his head to mine, gently nibbling my bottom lip before he grinned. “Take this dick like the champ you are.”

Yes sir 🙃😩

That question was met with a soft laugh, and a subtle shake of her head. “No. You had me stuck in the bed from the way you woke me up at three this morning. I was sore, and… friggin’ paralyzed from the waist down. Still.” “My bad, Champ.”

I meannnnn sounds like a good time to me Wil.

“So…” her eyes narrowed. “…you want me to suck your dick, Ramsey? Is that what you’re saying?” “No! I mean… yea—goddamn it, why are you doing this?” I asked, suddenly feeling hot as fuck in the confined space of the closet.

“Nothing,” he grinned. “But after that… I’m giving you enough dick to pay for my half of this trip to Bali.”

Every time I was around him now, I felt… tingly, and ready, just waiting for him to touch me, or taste me, or take me – a feeling I’d long lost with Darius.

Terrence Grant was giving me the eye when I was at the Kings’ offices the other day, maybe I’ll give him a call.” “The hell you will,” I growled, surprising both of us, but fuck it. “That’s some more shit we aren’t about to do.”

Wil, you better find you someone to play with. Ramsey is NOT the one 😂

But one thing I’d observed, and absorbed, in the way he treated Chloe – he never let another woman believe she might have a chance at Chloe’s spot. He never made Chloe believe another woman had a chance at her spot.

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“Next question,” Jade called sharply, from the doorway. Trent and I turned to her at the same time, to find her with folded arms. He got sympathetic eyes – I got a look of warning, which I was experienced enough to heed.

Jade still on her my man my man train 😂

I missed two terms of a Black president, only to come out to a fucking orange one.”

“I know you’re out with your boys, and I hate to be “that girl”, but… you’re gonna come see me before you report to pro camp, right? – The Champ” “If that’s what you want, you know I’ll make it happen.”

🥰🥰🥰🥰

“I said I’m pregnant.” I pulled out of his grasp – easily, because he wasn’t holding me very tight anymore anyway. “I’m pregnant, and you… don’t want a baby.”

He did not say that Wil. Calm down.

“A hypothetical baby is one thing. My best friend carrying my child though? A baby with you… that’s something else entirely, Champ.”

Ramseyyyy 🥹🥹

You ain’t gotta keep looking for your why. It’s looking you right in the face.” I needed that.

“Because… what was actually said was, “Bring that nigga over here, since he suddenly forgot the address. I need to talk to him.” Or… something like that.”

😂😂 Mr. Jackie not playing.

“I could knock you upside the head, girl. Do you really look at your life and only see the things that aren’t as you planned, instead of the things that are as you wanted? You wanted your own show – you have it. You wanted a man that really loved you – you have it. You wanted a baby – you’re going to have it. You are blessed, my dear. Focus on that.”

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A man can say anything, but his actions tell the real story.”