Islan-Dise

His Son

Tre Pov
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"Hello, I'm calling to make an anonymous donation towards a resident by the name of Elaine King."

"Oh, okay. Give me just me just a moment to access her account.

I wait, heating the sound of her fingers tapping against the keyboard. "Okay, Sir?"

"I'm here."

"Will you be coming in person with a check? You can pay online or I can take your information over the phone."

"If I wanted to pay up her expenses for six months to a year. Would I need to pay by check?"

"Uh, yes. I'm afraid with such a large amount, you would need to pay by check."

"Okay, I will see you in the next hour. Thank you." I hang up.

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Islan is putting on his clothes for work. I make the bed and clean up, since he made breakfast for us. When he comes out the bathroom, I'm brushing my hair. "Ready."

I glance over at him. "Never seen someone look so good in a Burger King uniform." I lean against the dresser and pull him to me.

"I look like every other nigga that works there."

"Well you look better than all of them." I kiss him.

"If you say so." He looks me up and down. "Shit, you the one dripped the fuck out for class. You ain't tryna catch someone eye in there is you?"

"Only worried about one set of eyes and I'm looking into to them right now." Our eyes connect and he smiles.

"Smooth ass." Islan sniffs my neck. "You smell good.

"Thank you." I slide my hands over his ass and squeeze it.

"Are you dropping me off?" He asks.

"Nope. You keeping my car. I will drive the spare and just keep telling my dad it's in the shop. He will be going out of town soon again, anyways."

His eyes light up. "You just gonna let me drive yo shit around?"

I nod. "Can't have you catching the bus in this cold or you having to worry about getting around."

"No, I can't."

I grab his chin. "Don't start the stubborn stuff. You taking the damn car Islan."

"Who made you in charge of me?"

"Sometimes you just need a lil sternness to get you to behave." I turn his necklace around correctly.

"Mmm." His hand strokes my restricted erection. "You talk a big game."

"Don't do that." I warn him.

"Why?"

"Islan, I said don't." I put more bass in my voice.

I spin him around, putting my arm around his stomach, pulling his ass against my crotch. "What you gon do when I don't listen."