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clamped the blunt with my teeth and used both my hands to ease the skirt of my dress up around my hips. “Why you cut your dreads?” I asked.
    Has smiled a little and mimicked my shrug.
    This nigga was cool as fuck. Laid-back. He was the shit and he knew it. And it wasn’t because he was rich or famous. It was just him. All him.
    I walked over to stand before him, placing the blunt in his mouth before I turned and pressed my soft ass back against him. His hands came out to touch my waist, but I was surprised when he gently pushed me off him. I turned and looked up at him.
    “So this some revenge shit?” Has asked, smoking the blunt. “You using me to get back at your boy and Goldie?”
    An image of Make$ eating Goldie out flashed like a bolt of lightning or some shit. I blinked and looked down at my heels to keep from crying.
    “So it don’t bother you that she let my man—no, no, let me fix that—she let a man eat her out in the bathroom a minute after you walked out?” I asked, looking up at him as I motioned my hands with attitude. “The same dude that flexed on you in the club with the little shoulder check.”
    Has’s eyes squinted more. “Make$? That’s your man? He said some dumb shit to me, but I waved that little nigga off. He’s nonsense to me, with that one whack-ass song,” he said.
    “Exactly,” I agreed. Like I said, love glosses over things and hate keeps shit forever real as hell.
    He frowned deeply. “That’s some foul shit they did. Matter of fact, a lot of foul shit went down tonight.”
    I reached up and took the blunt from his hand, dropping it to the street to crush beneath my stiletto. I closed my eyes as I stepped to this fine nigga, grabbed his shirt tight, and raised up on my toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He smelled like some sexy-ass cologne, and I let myself get lost in his scent. Get lost in him. Forget Make$ and Goldie’s tricking ass.
    His body went stiff, like he wasn’t fucking with it. “We can’t—”
    I moved his arms and pressed my body against his. Curves for days. I knew that, and now he felt it. I couldn’t bring myself to kiss him on the mouth but I licked a trail from his strong, square jaw down his neck. His skin was fresh and clean beneath my tongue.
    He was different from Make$, and in that moment I felt like it was just what I needed.
    I leaned back and looked up at him as I felt his dick get hard against my stomach. Damn.
    “I just know that nigga can do a serious fuckdown. He walk like he gotta keep his thighs open ’cause his dick swinging. You know? One of them dangerous dicks.”
    Since I locked my heart on Make$, I hadn’t wanted to fuck anybody else. It had been a damn year since I even thought about another dude like that. Like I said, I’m loyal. But straight up? After the STD bullshit, catching him with Goldie, remembering all the nights I was lonely while he was out doing him, and knowing this big-dick dude was the one Goldie wanted bad as hell . . .
    Well, Goldie can’t have everything she want.
    I turned and walked to my car. “You coming?” I asked over my shoulder before I slipped into the driver’s seat. I turned and stared at him through the open passenger window, hoping he would give me the chance to get back at Make$ and Goldie with one good fuck.
    He didn’t do shit but stare back at me for a few moments before he turned and walked to a black Ford pickup.
    Damn, ain’t this some shit.
    I wrapped my silk robe around me tighter as I stood in the living room looking out the window at the lit skyline. My eyes were swollen from crying. My heart was hardened with hate for Make$ and Goldie. No matter what I did, I couldn’t chase the thought of them fucking around behind my back. I hoped like hell he gave her ass the STD or, better yet, she gave it to him. Couple of crabs fucking burning people.
    No-good cokehead ass. And I was dumb enough to do that shit with him, trying to please him and keep him. Losing myself