Morgan had put something on him last night that had left a stain. He would never confirm for Isa, but the type of pussy she was serving was the type to heal a nigga. It was the type with the potential to hurt a nigga too. From the moment she had walked out of his suite, he had been in his feelings. It had taken everything in him not to go to her room and pack up her and her twins and buck on her fiancé.
