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“I never believed that you almost fucked him. Even when he told me the story, I told him that nowhere in that story does it sound like he almost hit. He felt like he almost hit because to him, if he had lied and told you that he wasn’t married, that you might have given him a chance. I’m not sure what you think of me, or how you think that I view you, but I never looked at you as a hoe or nothing. Yeah, you dance, but I look at that as your hustle. I don’t look at you as the kind of woman that’s easy to fuck. You were at my house for weeks before I even touched you. I know who I’m in a relationship with,” he said.

I dropped eye contact as he spoke to me because I could feel myself becoming emotional. Every time Wolf called me out, and he spoke to me as Deja, and not as Poison, it always made me super emotional.

“Why did you fight him? You said he started talking crazy. What did he say? It had to be something that you felt held some kind of truth to it” I wanted to know, keeping my head down.

“I told you why I fought him. He was talking disrespectful. Deja, it ain’t shit that somebody can tell me about my girl that’ll make me believe them. We live together. All I ever have to do is go to the fuckin source, and that’s what I did. As soon as I got off the phone with one of the guys at my shop, I asked you what happened between you and Jamal. If you felt like my energy was off, it was only off because what went down between me and Jamal. My energy wasn’t off because I felt like you fucked him or did anything with him. You got in your head, and started thinking that way,” he said, and I nodded because he was right.

“Then, you throwing shit at me, yelling at me, telling me fuck me. I don’t handle you like that. I’ll never handle your ass like that. I walked up on you just to get your ass to calm down, and you screaming, covering your face, acting like I was getting ready to hit you. You was on one. That’s why I told you to lie down and take a fuckin nap. I’m not them other niggas, Deja. I ain’t arguing with you. I ain’t getting in your face, going toe to toe with you. I’m damn sure not going to be putting my hands on you, either. I say all this to say that you need to learn when to chill the fuck out. The shit you were able to do with those niggas before me, you can’t do that with me. I’m a different kind of nigga. I told you that before,” he said.

You would have thought that he was yelling at me, as I sat here, with my head dropped in shame, freely allowing tears to fall that I wasn’t even bothering to wipe away. Wolf allowed me to get it together, and then he eventually picked me up, sat me down in his lap, keeping his hands on my ass. I laid my head on his bare chest, finishing with the moment I was having.

“Why you crying, Deja?” he asked me. Not having the words to respond back to him, I just shrugged my shoulders.

“You not going to just be crying for the fuck of it, so tell me. What’s the tears for?” he wanted to know.

“It’s not until things like this happen that I realize just how damaged I am. It took you coming along, checking me for me to understand that certain things I do isn’t okay. I’m going to work on getting better. I’m sorry,” I said, taking my head off his chest, so I could look at him. He took one hand off my ass, placing it on my face, so he could wipe away my tears.

“I don’t want you to break up with me,” I expressed, saying one of the main reasons I was crying. When I announced that to him, he started laughing.

“Man, you broke up with me. Fuck is you talking about?” he asked it in a joking kind of way.

“I was just talking,” I said.

“And what’s why your ass in fuckin trouble now. Just talking,” he said. I didn’t respond. I finished looking up at him, taking him in.

“What’s this about you going to London tomorrow? You threw that shit at me like London is across the street. What’s in London?” he wanted to know.

“You know Amaya?” I asked him.

“The singer? The one whose music you’re always playing?” he asked.

His question made me smile because it showed me that he paid attention. I listened to a lot of Amaya. Most times, I would play her music when I was in the bathroom getting ready.

“Yeah. She called me earlier when I was at the nail salon. She’s getting ready to start her international tour. She’s opening in London. She asked me to come out. I’m going to dance during the closing of the show. It’s for three nights. I’ll come back Tuesday,” I shared with him.

When I finished, there was a smile on his face. You could see the joy. Such a difference between him, and Hitta. Hitta would have been pissed if I dropped this on him. He used to hate it when I had to travel to another state in the U.S, so imagine if I were to tell him that I was leaving the country for four days.

“Baby, that’s good. That’s dope. I know how much you fuck with her music. I tell you all the time how special you are. People around the world can see that shit too,” he voiced. I thanked him and then kissed him on his lips.

“My aunt is going with me. I know things have been busy at the shop lately, and you want to be there for that, so that’s why I didn’t ask you to go with me,” I said.

“Yeah and then you were fake beefing with me, so that’s another reason,” he expressed.

I laughed at that, scooted a little closer in his lap, so that I could be as close as possible. From there, I placed my arms around his neck and proceeded to kissing him all over his face. Wolf put me in such a lover girl and soft girl era, so as I was kissing him, I was telling this man how sorry I was for yelling at him, crashing out, and all the other irrational things that I did in here a couple of hours ago.

I usually wouldn’t fuck right before work. If anything, I would do it a few hours before it was time for me to leave. I knew that after some good sex, I was going to want to take a nap, and that’s why I never risked it with Wolf. Knowing his ass, he would put that dick on me extra good, forcing me to stay in the house and not have to go to work because let’s be real, he wanted me home anyways.

Here I was breaking my own rule. After a few moments of kissing, my pussy became really moist, so I pulled away from him, just to remove the top I had on.

The second my man saw my titties, he placed his hands inside my boy short underwear, leaned his head in and slowly started licking, sucking, and kissing around my right nipple. It didn’t take long for me to moan. Here I was, grinding my pussy into his sweats. That dick was hardening beneath me, and I felt like a crackhead, fiending to get both our bottoms off, so I could ride that dick.

Wolf serviced my nipples for a couple of minutes and then I stood up. I only stood so I could remove my panties. As I was doing that, he reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“You about to leave me for four days. We gotta record this shit. I need something to play at night when I start missing you,” that deep voice said to me.

I was dripping once he said that. Back when I dealt with Hitta, we used to record our sex videos all the time. I loved the idea of recording personal moments between me, and my man but every time I used to do it with Hitta, I used to worry about shit like one of his hoes getting a hold of his phone and leaking our videos. I didn’t have that fear right now with Wolf. I knew Wolf didn’t have hoes. I knew it was just me. I knew that when I left for London for four days, I didn’t have to worry about him fuckin another bitch. He wouldn’t do that shit to me.

My panties were off, and before I climbed back into his lap, I assisted him in pulling his pants and briefs down. Wolf already had the camera rolling. I knew I was going to have to put on my best performance.