CHAPTER 1. GO HOME MARCUS

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It was 9:00am Saturday morning. His arms was wrapped around my tiny waist as he was in a deep sleep. He wasn't my nigga or anything, he was just something fun, something like a toy. Marcus been chasing me since I was 14. But was never able to close the deal.

 My phone began to ring which broke me out of my own thoughts. I grabbed the phone from my night stand. "Hello?" I answered. "Yo this Q wassup baby girl where you at?" "Still in bed ,I actually was just about to get ready to put some trash out." I looked over to Marcus & rolled my eyes. "Well I need you to handle something for me when you come into work so get here now." I blew my breathe hard into the receiver. Q was a little demanding but we was sweet on each other. This shit wouldn't fly with any other nigga trust me. 

"And what am I getting out of this Q?" I questioned with a sexy tone. "Me dicking you down and keeping yo pockets looking right like i do. Now get here in a hour. Paper calling baby." Q demanded. I hung up and sat my phone on the night stand. "Who was that?" Marcus mumbled as he began to wake up. I got out of the bed with only my bra & panties on. "Don't worry about who the fuck I'm on the phone with. You need to get yo shit and go home. Your kids might wanna see there daddy, it been about 2 weeks now." I left him in the bedroom with a dumb look on his face. 

"Brooklyn you always gotta low blow a nigga." He screamed back. I poured me a cup of coffee & Marcus hands graced around my waist. "Give daddy a kiss before I leave." Marcus teased. I pushed his face away and sat at the table. "You gone get enough of dissing me girl." Marcus got dressed and left out. I hate a nigga who get too attached. And Marcus was the true definition of it. I'm something everyone wanted but couldn't keep. Nor have. Maybe you could have me for the night if your moneys right but not forever.

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