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WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT STUFF JUST DON'T READ THE MARKED AREA.
"My darling sister!" Megan yelled as we pulled up to the house. I rolled my eyes and felt as Dallas grabbed my thigh. I looked down at his hand and grabbed it.
"Come on baby, she's your sister and plus why be mad at her when you got me?" he asked, all before kissing the back of my hand. I giggled.
"Your ego has gotten much bigger as of late." I said. He laughed and looked at me as he parked the car.
"And who's fault is that?" he asked as his eyebrow rose. I rolled my eyes and reached to open the door of his all black Rolls Royce Ghost. As I stepped out and walked over to the porch where my Father sat. He's been sick for a week and it feels like a whole damn month.
"How you feeling Pop?" I asked he chuckled.
"I'm fine now, I just need to start to take my meds and Lord knows them things are killing me faster." he said. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, I looked around to see Dallas with lip stick on the collar of his shirt. I wondered how could I miss that, when I was just sitting next to him in the car.
"Your darling sister gave me and undesired hug." he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip angrily and looked over at her and she looked shaken up.
"What did you do to her?" I was shocked that my father asked with humor lacing in his voice.
"I simply told her. 'Get away from me, I know your type and won't fall into your venomous fly trap.' she looked offended but I truly don't care, neither did she so I shook her a little. I apologize if you feel like I disrespected your daughter." he said, my father shook his head.
"She's a grown woman, and has been that way since she was a thotler." my dad said, making both Dallas and I laugh.
"DINNER IS READY!" my Mother's voice was heard, we helped my father up and helped him walk over to the door. He and Dallas began to chat about things that were more seasonal, and out of my league of expertise.
"Football is coming into play, what team are you betting on?" My father asked predominantly the men of the table. I snapped my head around. Dallas told me about his gambling problem from in the past, and I swore he wouldn't be gambling when we live in the same home.
"Sir, I don't bet but if I did, my team would be the Philly Kings." Dallas said. I was shocked that was my father's favorite team especially because he played for them while he was up in Philly. Troy walked in just in time to hear that answer, that would've never came from his mouth.
"Tuh, they're garbage." I heard Troy say. Hoping my father or Dallas heard that. But Dallas' facial expression showed me that he did.
"I argue that opinion of yours they've been winning Super Bowls for consecutive years." Dallas argued.
"So, San Antonio Storms are coming for the title this year." Troy said, pulling a chair out for himself, and sitting down. Even my sick father pulled a chair out for his woman. I shook my head as I slowly sat in the chair Dallas pulled out for me.
