Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...
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"Word, G," my lips broke into a teasing smile with one corner hinting upwards as I eyed the pear shape, five carat white gold diamond ring that sat propped up inside of the small black box. Dray chuckled, "hell yeah. I just feel like it's time, you know? Get married, have a couple of kids and shit, the whole nine. It's funny because just this morning she was telling me that I don't give a fuck about her, all because she believes that I fucked the Puerto Rican bitch that lives in our building."
"Did you?" He ran his tongue over his lips, "you know how that goes, G. You said it yourself-certain vices come with certain lifestyles, just don't break the rules and treat the one that you're loving with the same respect that you treat the one that you're fucking," he brung the blunt to his lips and took a long pull.
I sat the ring down on the coffee table and chuckled dryly at the recital of my words, "don't hold me to that, G-I was only trying to justify fucking different women when I already knew what I had going on at the crib. You can play by the rules all you want, but if you're playing a dirty game the rules don't matter. A woman will never understand that a man dippin' inside of a woman who gets wet off of money, power, and respect, has nothing to do with the love that he feels for her, all she knows is that his dick is somewhere it isn't supposed to be. She doesn't care that her man has never been heard pillow talking or seen accompanying another woman in public, all she knows is that her man will come home and kiss her in the mouth after he just got through fucking.
Next thing you know, she's going crazy, wondering what it is about her that isn't enough to keep her man from playing in another woman's cat-not knowing that she's perfect in his eyes and that the only reason he fucks those bitches is because he can and his name makes it easy. By that point she's taken so much of it from him, that something as mere as unintentionally looking at the waitress for just a second too long causes an argument. Now she's crying, fighting on him, and all he can do is apologize for fucking her head up.
But you see, she's traveled that same road with him times before so that apology doesn't mean shit. Her mentality changes and so does the love she gives. He notices, but it's not until he fucks her and her pussy doesn't welcome him like it used to that he confirms she's gone-her physical has met her mental and there's nothing that could be done to keep her in that house for another day. I say that to say temptation is always going to be there, but you have to love yours enough to not take her through the pain that comes from your pleasure."
Dray took another pull and passed me the blunt, "nah, bro, I've seen the women that throw themselves at you. You really gon' sit here and tell me that knowing you could have women that niggas could only dream of bent over with the snap of your fingers, you wouldn't?" I knitted my brows as I took a drag, and shook my head while I poked my lips to the corner of my mouth and released the smoke, "I love Nyla too much, G. There's not a pussy that good nor an ass that fat to make me come up off what she gives me."
