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"You ain't answering," she said, a small smile on her face. "That's because you know I'm right."

"Ree, you gotta let this go. We ain't the same people we was back then. Shit changed."

"I know. But that don't mean we can't try again." She stepped closer, her hand sliding down to my belt. "I just wanna show you how much I missed you."

"Sheree—"

"Please, Sosa. Just... let me."

I should've stopped her. I should've walked out her office right then and there. But I didn't. I just stood there, my mind racing, my body betraying me as she undid my belt.

"Ree, I got a girl," I said one more time, but my voice sounded weak as fuck.

"I know," she whispered, dropping to her knees. "But right now, you with me."

She pulled my dick out, her hand wrapping around it, stroking it slow. I closed my eyes, my head tilting back as she kissed the tip, her tongue swirling around it before she took me in her mouth.

Fuck.

I forgot how good Sheree was at sucking dick. She knew exactly how I liked it, using her hand and her mouth at the same time, taking me deep, moaning around my dick like she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

My hand came down to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as she used her mouth to make magichappen. She looked up at me, her brown eyes locked on mine, and I felt my stomach twist with guilt.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't stop.

She took me deeper, her throat opening up as she swallowed me down, and I groaned, my grip tightening in her hair. She gagged a little but she ain't stop, just kept going, kept sucking, kept taking me deeper until I felt like I was about to lose my damn mind.

"Fuck, Ree," I muttered, my hips moving on they own now, fucking her mouth slow.

She moaned again, her hands gripping my thighs as she let me use her mouth however I wanted. Spit was dripping down her chin, her lipstick smeared all over my dick, and she looked so fucking good on her knees, looking up at me with them pretty ass eyes. I felt my nut building up, that familiar tightness in my stomach.

"I'm 'bout to cum," I warned her. She just sucked harder, faster, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth. I couldn't hold it no more. I came hard, my whole body tensing up as I filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean before pulling back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I missed that," she said, smiling up at me.

I just stood there, my chest heaving, and my mind spinning.

What the fuck did I just do?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Yatta

I pulled up to Paradise Lounge around eleven, my rented Durango sitting clean in the parking lot. Detroit was cold as fuck in November, the wind cut through my jacket soon as I stepped out. But this trip was necessary, Business been booming ever since me and Sosa started working togethere a year ago, and Banks was one of my most solid customers out here.

I walked through the front entrance where the bouncer nodded at me. he knew who I was by now. The club was jumping, music thumping, strippers on stage doing they thing. But I wasn't here for none of that. I was here to handle business.

I spotted Banks in his usual spot, VIP section in the back corner. He was a big nigga, dark-skinned, dreads hanging past his shoulders, gold teeth shining when he smiled. He ran the East Side of Detroit, had his hands in everything from the clubs to the trap houses. "Yatta!" He stood up when he saw me, dapping me up and pulling me in for a quick hug. "My nigga! Right on time."

"You know how I move. I ain't never late when it come to this money."

"That's what I like to hear. Come on, let's go to the office."

I followed him through the club, past the bar and the stages, until we got to a door in the back. He unlocked it and we stepped into his office, nice setup, leather furniture, big ass desk, money counter on the side table.

"You got that for me?" I asked, getting straight to it.

"You know I do." Banks walked over to a safe in the corner, punched in the code, and pulled out a black duffle bag. He tossed it on the desk. "Hundred and fifty bands, just like we talked about."