Dire Lust 2 [Book 2]

Two

Zahir in the mm

Kayjah

I danced in the mirror to The Hills by The Weeknd that played on the flat screen.

I switched seductively while swinging twenty-six inches of virgin hair back and forth.

I smiled at my reflection as my hands caressed curvaceous hips.

Ever since I got my new body, you couldn't tell me shit. A few weeks after selling my mother's house, I got some injections. I heard one of the girls at Cunningham House talking about them.

At any rate, after pulling this so-called top secret information out of her, I hooked up with the fag from Miami.

Three sessions and forty-five hundred dollars later, I had forty-seven inches of hips and ass.

For years, I'd envied women with curves that kept men at their every beck and call.

Finally, I was that bitch.

After hitting the gym, my body could compete with the best of them. I had the body that I always wanted all of my life and the man of my dreams.

Presently, I was in August's bedroom putting the finishing touches on my outfit.

I was due to meet him at a bar and grill in downtown for lunch.

Even though I'd purchased that condo, soon after August and I got together, I started to spend most of my time at his place on the West Bank.

I even had a key.

It's crazy how I never once felt guilty for setting up Teyanna's murder. It was even more insane that the more I settled into this relationship with August, the more I was assured that I had done what was best for me.

Finally, I was no longer the side bitch waiting my turn to be in a committed relationship.

As I finished the last touches of my make up, I could hear Zahir crying in his room.

On cue, my eyes rolled and my skin started to crawl.

"Urgh," I groaned as I left the bedroom and walked towards his room to shut him up. He was wailing and it was so fucking annoying.

August spoiled this little nigga like he was the next coming of Jesus.

Everything was centered around Zahir Everything was about Zahir.

He was the golden child.

Though I'd gotten rid of Teyanna, it was like the bitch was still there!

Every time I looked at Zahir, I saw Teyanna. Not only did Zahir look just like that bitch, but August treated her just like he treated Teyanna.

Even though I was his girlfriend, he put Zahir first. I'd won my man, but I was still sharing him with someone else.

"Would you shut the fuck up?! Urgh!!"

I was livid as I smacked Zahir out of anger across his little premature leg.

I knew that he wasn't big enough for a spanking to get through to him. It just made me feel better to take my anger out on him.

But that only made him go from wailing to straight up hollering.

"Oh, shut up!" I left the room, figuring that eventually he would shut up or Jessica, the babysitter, would finally arrive so that she could deal with that brat.