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"Now you better than to show up at my door looking like this." Jamie instantly became aroused seeing Chris at her door.
He only laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled meeting him halfway for a kiss.
"I missed you." He told her after she closed the door.
"I'd miss me too, papí." He playfully rolled his eyes. "But you wouldn't have to miss me if you werent playing house all the time."
Chris sighed softly, taking a seat on the couch. "So me takin care of my kid is 'playing house'? I thought we went over this."
She smirked. "We did."
"So why you still upset about it? I told you we didn't fuck."
"Who said I was upset?" A smile crept on her face as she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. "Maybe I like to reminisce."
"That's weird. If I bought up you and that clingy ass nigga, you'd be crying." He watched her smile waver. "Exactly."
"It's not the same though, baby." She leaned down kissing his neck. "I havent lied to you yet."
"And I haven't lied to you."
"You have" her eyes glistened in lust. "but it doesn't matter because now at the end of the day, where will you be?"
Chris shook his head. "You're somethin else."
"Right under me, licking my pussy like it's the last supper. So everytime she kisses you she'll taste exactly how wet it is... and so will Sage."
"The fuck?"
She cackled as he pushed her to the side and moved away.
"Why the long face papí? You know it's true."
"You keep fuckin with me—"
"And what?" She taunted with a smirk. "You'll go back to her?"
He frowned, wondering the sudden change in her attitude.
Jamie inched towards him, grabbing his face. Still the smirk never left. She leaned in brushing her lips against his. Chris didn't know whether to be upset, confused, or turned on.
"Well do that," she mumbled, licking his bottom lip. "Because while you're out fucking that bitch, someone else will be fucking me."
He saw something glimmer in her eye before she fully kissed him. "You may be my favorite, but you're not my only," she continued.
What the fuck?
When she pulled away, she smiled and tapped his chest twice. Chris wanted to speak, say somethingbut she was already heading towards her kitchen.
"What are we eating papí? I'm in the mood for some tamale's!"
Chris leaned over sitting his arms on his knees wondering what the fuck just happened. He was contemplating on whether he should stay or go. It was clear something was up with Jamie.. he just couldn't put his finger on what it was.
"Lord, please," he grumbled, running his hand over his head before he ultimately stood up and joined her in the kitchen.
