The Plan

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I've been texting Gabby ever since Xander left an hour ago

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I've been texting Gabby ever since Xander left an hour ago. The plan was set to be completed in a week, so that he wasn't suspicious.

The plan was for her to text Xander to meet up because broke up with her man, and wanted him again. I wanted to see if he actually meant what he said.

I had her recording it got proof, because I don't trust that bitch at all. She swore to me that she was in love, and wanted nothing to do with Xander now. I didn't believe the hoe, but it sounded good.

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It was Day 4 of space and 3 more days until the mission was put in motion.

I was nervous.

I really hoped that he didn't fuck it up. I missed the fuck out of Xander. I missed his presence and his touch. His silly ass humor and his lips.

Man a bitch was very horny.

Playing with myself has not been working. It's safe to say that Xander was gifted at what he did. I was craving him at this point.

One little booty call wasn't gonna hurt. His ass would still get kicked to the curb if he failed the test in 3 days.

He was currently sitting on my couch with his legs speed open and his arms on the back of the couch. The nigga was stretched out and comfortable. I was in the kitchen damn near drooling.

I was posed to be in here pouring me some wine and him some Hennessy, but it seemed like everything he did was making me hot as hell. I was used to sex everyday, whether we were mad at each other or not. 4 days is too damn long. I was damn near gonna rape him.

"You okay baby?" Xander asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Yeah baby, I just couldn't find my glass" I lied, quickly pouring out drinks. I smiled at him and handed him his liquor. I sat right next to him and immediately took a gulp of my shit. I was trying to keep my kitty to herself, but this hoe was purring.

"You good bae?" Xander said, putting his hand on my thigh, to get my attention. I damn near jumped.

"Um yeah I'm fine! What movie did you decide?" I asked, trying to put my mind on something else, besides his hand on my thigh. Fat ma was throbbing.

"I heard 365 days was good" he said, as he hit play on my tv. I had heard of this movie and knew what this movie would do to me.

This nigga thought he was slick.

30 minutes later I was wetter than niagara Falls, and on my third cup of wine. He was on his second cup of Hennessy. I crossed my legs to try and remove some of the tension. I felt like I was leaking like a pool. It didn't help that he was so close.

"I'll be right back" I said, using my empty glass as an excuse to get up. Once I got to the kitchen I let go a deep breath. My hands shook as I poured me some more moscato into my glass.

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