𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

7

Moni was fast asleep in her own bed the next morning. She had left Shawn's apartment in the early hours of the morning, took a Taxi back home, and crashed into her bed.

She didn't feel like going to go to school cause she was extremely exhausted from the great sex her and Shawn had hours before. Also, she was sore and tender. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself when she limped around.

Shawn beat her pussy up.

But Moni knew that she couldn't carried away with having sex with Shawn a lot. She didn't want their relationship to shift from genuine and general love to lust and excessive passion, which could make a relationship very toxic.

She turned over in her bed, dragging the covers up and pulling them more over her head, trying to shield her face from the light that was slowly entering the room through her window.

Moni's mom entered her room a few seconds after, dressed and ready for work.

She was surprised to see Moni still snoozing away in her bed. It was 9:45 A.M. At this time, Moni would've already been in her second or third class period.

"Mo, why you still sleeping in bed?" She questioned, her tone full of concern and seriousness. "Are you okay?"

"I don't feel good, mom. I just want to rest." She lied as she groggily pulled the covers down to reply to her mother.

Moni knew she wasn't sick. She was just tired from the lovemaking she did hours ago and needed to get in some hours of sleep. If she had went to school and slept through her classes, it wouldn't have been good for her.

"Alright, baby," Her mother responded, leaving the room. Next time, just let me know when you're not going to school."

"Okay, I will," Moni grumbled, pulling the covers back over her head, letting her sleep consume her.

~~

On the other side of town, Shawn was driving his Mustang to his boss's crib to collect his funds from his task he was assigned the night before.

"Put that on god, man, these niggas don't want no smoke! No smoke, no smoke, you niggas don't want it," Shawn sang while NBA YoungBoy's song, "No Smoke", boomed throughout the whole car.

He pulled up on the curb and parked his car. When he exited and closed the door, he made sure that it was locked securely with the security system.

He was deep in the projects and didn't want his car stolen by no bum.

Shawn strutted over to the apartment building where his boss stayed at. He didn't trust elevators, especially hearing how people often got trapped in them or died because of the failure in the hydraulics system, so he just went with the stairs.

As he mounted the stairs, he held his nose. The staircase severely reeked of piss.

Seemed like in every project apartment complex the smell of either piss or weed lingered around there.

He made it to his boss's door that read 3OB. Using the gold embroidered handle, he knocked on the door three times.

"Que pasa?" A Dominican woman greeted, wearing nothing but red lingerie and a silk robe. She had long black curly hair, stood at 5'6 with voluptuous curves and a tight physique. She had a light skinned complexion and rose red lips.

Shawn scrunched up his face in confusion, but then realized that this was one of his boss's hoes or 9-5 chick.

"Uh, where's-"

Before he could continue his sentence, his boss appeared in the doorway in his boxers, draping his arm around the chick. A big cigar dangled from his mouth.