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"I thought you'd be somewhere in Cuba by now, not lurking over me."
"It was once my business, I'm allowed to check up on it." Dean's thick accent fluttered into Sire's ear as she ran the tip of her nails down the back of his neck.
"No need to worry, it's all good."
Frustrated she tilted her head at him. Leaning against the table where he was counting money.
"You don't miss me Sire? Why you act like this?"
"D, I got shit to do."
Pushing the money away from him, she stepped in front of him.
"You think I don't got shit to do? I'm trying to have a discussion with you about you and I."
"Ain't no you and I." Sire breathed out with an annoyed expression.
He thought when she left she'd be gone for good, but here she was. Popping up like she doesn't have Hannibal waiting for her.
Deaneveah was a mistake Sire allowed to keep happening. But he couldn't argue the fact that he enjoyed his time with her. Unlike the other "older" women in his pst, he had a choice in whether or not he wanted to sleep with Dean.
Behind his mothers back of course. At 17, she was still trying to pimp him out and if she found out he was out having sex for his own pleasure, it would've resulted in him getting beaten. Not any different than usual though.
So he took his chances. With Dean it was strictly sex, but for her, she wanted more from her young lover.
"There could be."
"You have Hani. And I....have a girlfriend."
Dean face appeared surprised. "You? You have a girlfriend. You lie to me now?"
He sucked his teeth. "I'm not lying to you, I never have a reason to lie. Especially to you, and you know that."
She crossed her arms, clearly upset. "What's her name?"
"You don't need to know."
"You think I won't find out?"
"I know you will, and that's your business. But I don't need to discuss her with you. Period."
Dean sighed, unfolding her arms and placing them on Sire's shoulders.
"I just missed you mihijo.....you didn't miss me?"
"Not really."
"You hurt me. My feelings, you really do."
She caressed his face and Sire grabbed her hands and pulled them off. Shaking his head.
