Jada was upstairs at Craig’s townhouse when she heard the door open. She hated the fact that he would just show up anytime he felt like it without calling, but today she wasn’t mad. She was actually happy he’d shown up. When he came upstairs, she kissed him and said, “Baby, help me carry my clothes to my car.”
He looked confused, “Why are you carrying the clothes to the car? You’re supposed to be moving in, not moving out.”
She said, “I got something to tell you. Promise not to be upset with me.”
He took a deep breath. “What is it, Jada?”
She grabbed his hand and he pulled away and she grabbed his hand again. This time she pulled him close to her, and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his lips.
“What is it?”
She kissed him again.
He said, “I promise. I’m not going to get mad.”
“Look, I’m moving in with my mother.”
“In the ghetto?”
“Well, I guess so.”
“That wretched-ass place?”
She laughed because she thought it was so cute when he tried to talk slang. “Babe, the word is ‘ratchet’ , not wretched.”
“Whatever. Look, let me get this straight. You’d rather be in the ghetto hearing gunshots and shit than live in a gated townhouse?”
“Well, it’s not that I would rather be. It’s just that I’m a grown woman and I don’t wanna be here and have nothing to call my own.
“What’s mine is yours.”
“This townhouse is not in my name. That Maserati is not in my name. It’s not even the color I would have picked.”
She knew she sounded like a spoiled brat, but that was her goddamned intention. She was trying to prove a point.
“But you’re going back to the hood?”
“Yeah.”
“So what made you decide that?”
“I was just thinking.”
Craig laughed and said, “You’re fucking crazy.” Then, he grabbed a handful of her clothes and started walking toward the stairs. He wasn’t supposed to help her move out. She’d counted on him begging and doing whatever it took for her to stay at his place. She caught up to him before he reached the stairs and put her arms around him. “Baby I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful. I’m so grateful for all that you do.”
“But you’re moving back to the hood.”
He turned and faced her. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants and took him deep inside her mouth. She could feel his dick in the back her throat. She licked the shaft and sucked his balls. She massaged his prostate until he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed all his seed and then she kissed him. This is one thing she liked about him. Even when she swallowed his cum, he would kiss her. That was one thing Shamari would never do.
Between kisses he asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to make me happy as you see fit.”
“What do you need? Money?”
“I need to be comfortable. I need access to cash if I’m going to give up living with Shamari for this. Gimme seven thousand dollars a month, and put the Maserati in my name.”
“Oh no, I’m not doing that.”
“Well it’s not really mine then. Stop saying it’s mine then.”
He took a deep breath and said, “I’ll put the one that I own in your name. Since it’s the older.
She beamed. “Really, you would do that for me?”
“I told you I would take care of you.”
She kissed him and kneeled again and took him in her mouth again. She intended to suck him dry. Literally.
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