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35: Tiesha And The Lack Of Discernment

Two weeks had passed since the hospital visit, and Ky’Mon was still sulking over the fact that Tiesha wasn’t pregnant.

“Get over it,” she said, patting his cheek with exaggerated sweetness.

“Nah,” he replied immediately, sliding his hands up to grab her thighs. In one swift motion, he hoisted her onto the kitchen island and stepped between her legs, caging her in with his body.

“I wanna fill you up with my cum,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. One hand moved to poke at her stomach. “I wanna put my baby in here.”

“And you will,” she promised with a quick kiss on his nose. “Just not now.”

He stared at her, and she frowned. “What?”

“You’re so fine,” he said simply.

“Aww, thank you.”

“The first time I set my eyes on you—when you walked through my door—you got me fucking addicted.”

Tiesha’s lips curved into a smile. “When you attacked me for calling you a hoe, I almost lost my shit.”

“You deserved that,” she countered.

He nodded slowly. “But I wasn’t wrong. You’re a hoe.”

“You’re gonna say something cheesy, aren’t you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Ky’Mon chuckled and set her down from the island. His movements slowed deliberately, one hand settling on the small of her back while the other slid up her thigh, pushing her mini skirt higher and higher.

“You’re my hoe, lil mama,” he said softly, “and I love you.”

“I love you too, Ky’Mon,” she replied without hesitation, making his grin widen.

His hand shifted lower, cupping her between the legs. “And this pussy is mine alone.”

She giggled, reaching back to grab his butt. “And you’re mine.”

Ky’Mon immediately slapped her hands away and frowned like she’d just committed a crime. “The fuck you grabbing my ass for?”

“You grab my ass all the time,” she shot back with a frown of her own.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Just different. Stop asking.”

Tiesha rolled her eyes, pushed him away, and started walking out of the kitchen.

“What you getting upset for?” he called after her, following.

“You and your stupid double standards,” she snapped. “Imma break that four-square head of yours the next time you touch my ass.”

“My head ain’t square,” he growled.

“Pictures don’t lie.”

“Tiesha, don’t make me tie you to the bed. Drop the fucking attitude.”

“Make me.”

They stopped in the hallway, locked in a glare-off, when another voice cut in.

“Damn, Queen. Wah he do yer this time?”

Tiesha turned to see Zyante smirking like he was enjoying the show.

“Zyante, tell Ky’Mon to leave me alone.”

“Zyante,” Ky’Mon countered, “tell Tiesha to drop the fucking attitude or imma set her straight.”

“Fuck you,” she said directly in Ky’Mon’s face.