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Club Parallel
"Come on mama." I told Yara walking out of the bathroom drying off with a hand towel.
"Wait a minute, I have to tie my bottoms but they won't stay." She said showing me her bottoms.
"Baby pull the string out more." I told her helping her adjust the strings.
"Wait Yara." I called out.
"Yes Kristopher?" She asked.
"Can I have you?" I asked grabbing her soft hands.
"Why Kris?" She asked becoming agitated.
"Damn it's like that?" I laughed kissing her forehead, and bringing her in for a hug.
"Yes, maybe after the baby is born but until then I wanna explore our options." She said avoiding eye contact.
"Nigga you just was snapping about Essence in the club." I pointed.
"Oh first name basis now?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Yara you was just tripping about the stripper all over me and I've been respecting my love for you and you by not entertaining it." I told her truthfully.
"You think I give a damn about that?" She rolled her neck.
"Nah not at all, she ain't fucking with you Yara and you know that shit." I chuckled fixing the back of her bikini top.
"She's not ugly."
"She's not, she's just not you in no way or shape." I told her staring into her eyes.
"So why'd you fuck her after me and be truthful."
"To be honest I really wanted to be back inside of you but she was bad as fuck to me too, I'm a single man so every now and then I go about three rounds every now and then with three women." I told her.
"That's still not answering my question Kris."
"Since she started I've been watching her and she's been watching me." I told her.
"But yet you won't leave me alone."
"I'm single so my eyes most definitely wander when I'm not tied down." I grabbed her chin.
"So why'd you say not to worry about her if you knew you wanted her? She asked.
