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"Instead of apologizing to me properly like a good loving boyfriend, what do you do? You use your daddy-like nature against me like always. You and Ben had sex. NOT US!!!! But like you said I'm a slut so of course, I would love dick and bypass all the other problems. Your dick doesn't fix everything as you think, Three!!!!"

"Joey, chill out, please?" 10 asked me.

"No, 10 fuck that. He is so possessive, you're borderline abusive, Three!!!!" I spoke calmly.

"How?" Three asked me.

"Just because you don't touch me like that, which you are teetering on, with the way you grabbed me by the shirt last time. Why can't you just be nice to me like you are to Ben? You're always accusing me of something and then want to use your sexy eyes on me when I walk away."

I calmly asked as I made myself a fruit bowl, Ben bought me bouquets of pineapple-shaped flowers during our outing.

I walked to the couch, I looked at Three waiting on him to speak and explain himself.

I pulled Ben by his arm and kissed his temple multiple times.

"Thank you again, baby." I held up a pineapple chunk to his mouth.

"Eat it, daddy," I whispered as I watched his jaw move.

"See why can't we be like that, Three?" I asked as my voice wavered.

"I-"

"Hello?"

"Where you at, bro?"

"Ken now is not the time to be calling me. You gon get me fucked up. "

"...."

Oh, boy here he comes.

"Mmmm, and y'all not fuckin, so why is calling you first? My phone ain't ring all day."

"That's because we've been fuckin all day" 10 yawned.

I felt my phone against my thigh as it rang, in multiple succession.

Like a ghost in the night,

Ken appeared in the middle of the room.

Oh, boy, what is this about to be?

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