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Onika Pov
"I don't give a fuck Meek stop calling my phone." I yelled, hanging up for the 3rd time.
I called my assistant telling her to buy me a new phone in the morning.
I could only block so many numbers before he'd called me on 5 more.
I was fed up.
Just then I got a call from a number I hadn't seen in a while.
My eyebrows raised.
Her sultry voice sounded through my ears.
"Hey mama."
"Don't do that."
She chuckled, her low rapsy chuckle.
She knew what she was doing.
"I need you tonight."
"You only call me when you need me."
"You always put up, waiting on me."
It was my turn to chuckle.
She and I both knew that was something I couldn't deny.
My occasional flings never fill me up and make me explode the way she does.
Figuratively and literally.
I reminisced as she spoke in my ear, my core becoming wetter, legs becoming tighter.
"What you need me for?" I asked cutting her off.
"My model canceled, my art piece isn't complete without her tho."
"Without her?"
"She-" she stopped chuckling.
"You'd be creeped out to see how much she resembles you, all of my lovers do."
Oddly enough, I smiled.
It pleased me to know that, even after I told her not to wait on me because I wasn't ready to give her what she deserved, she still had me in the back of her mind in some way.
We both knew how weird we sounded.
"I like to give myself the treat of seeing you atleast twice a year."
"You think I haven't noticed after all these years?" I laughed.
"I'm sure you did brains." She said calling me my nickname from college.
