Wattpad deleted the book so I'm uploading again and editing the ones from the past.
Fluff, Smut and everything else that pops into my head
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Laying in her bed, Mika couldn't believe she had just broken her cardinal rule, never bring a nigga in the house. Because all he'll want to do is play house. But that's what happened. She let this nigga in her house and her bed no less.
What the hell was she thinking?
Let's go back...
Que was an anomaly to her. She would only ever see him at Benny's. Where they would knock back shot after shot, smoke his weed, and dance. That's all it was. That's all it was supposed to be. She had no intention of fucking him. Yes, he was fine but not fine enough to fuck. Or so she used to think.
It had been a couple of weeks since they'd last seen each other. So after dealing with Benny, she met up with Que in the VIP and they picked up right where they left off.
"So where you been hiding at?" Que asked her as he hit the blunt they shared.
Mika started to look around like she was searching for something.
"Girl what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm looking for what makes you think I owe yo black ass an explanation," she replied.
"Why you always so damn mean?", he asked, "You always walk in here with your face all scrunched up like you the damn Grinch."
"Nigga I will stab you with my heel."
"Why you so feisty tonight? What happened? Come sit on Daddy's lap and tell me all about it."
She rolled her eyes.
"Benny get on your nerves again?" he asked.
She took a hit of the blunt.
"Benny always gets on my goddamn nerves. But this time he's whining and tryna talk me into being exclusive with him," she replied.
Que snorted.
"How's he gonna be exclusive with you if he's still married?"
"You wanna ask him that?"
"Nah I'm good love, enjoy."
"He swears to me that he doesn't love her."
"That's obvious. So why ain't he left her?"
"Because Mrs. Benjamin Wardell Nelson III makes more money than he does, and if she took him to court, she would take his ass for half. Including taking the club from him."
"She'd put his ass outta business?"
"Mmhmm. And wouldn't give two shits either way."
"Damn, that's ruthless."
"That's why I like her. Well, that and the fact his wife is one of my favorite clients."
