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A growing grin touches her red-stained lips. "That was a curse."

I've never wanted to fuck up lipstick so much in my damn life.

She snaps her fingers in front of me. "Did you hear what I said?"

Her words slam into my head. I should be mad, but I don't give a fuck. "What kind of curse?"

That grin on her face grows. "It was to your dick."

A burst of laughter rolls from my mouth. "But we have a deal, right?"

She nods. "Deal."

"Good." She cuddles under the blanket, dropping her gaze. "Don't you need to go back out there?"

"Why?"

"To make money."

A snort echoes from my nose. "I'm good for now."

She swallows hard, and her eyes still won't meet mine.

"Yue."

She looks at me, eyebrow raising.

"Thank you," I say quietly.

Her expression softens for a beat before that warmth disappears... I want it back. I want her to look at me like that all the time. And soon, she will.

Chapter 11 Yue

Idon't sleep at all after I get off work and shower. I don’t even play with my pussy, which has become a constant thing ever since I took those dicks from Ekon’s house. Instead, I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying Ekon's proposal over and over. I scratch my curls through my bonnet, knowing damn well I need to add some oil. Sighing, I roll over and look at the wall.

"How does it feel to have me in your mouth?" The smug bastard said out of nowhere while I was having a simple drink. How the hell was I supposed to know they’d finally settled on a signature one for him. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he asked me to pretend to be his fated mate. Pretend.

The word sits wrong in my chest. He looked at me like I'd become the center of his universe during that silver-light spell, and now he wants me to pretend? Something doesn't add up. Ekon's hiding something, and I'm going to find out what.

By the time the sun is high in the sky, I've made my decision.

Me: Meet me at my house around 5 pm.

Ekon: Yes, ma'am.

I hate how much I like that response, but I fall asleep right away.

When I leave my bedroom and step into my living room hours later, Ekon's already waiting inside my place.

"How did you get in here?"

"I'm surprisingly good at breaking and entering."

My eyes narrow. "If you broke something, I will beat the fuck out of you."

A carefree grin takes over his face. "I'm tempted to do so just so you'll touch me."

I hiss at him before the aroma of food hits my nose. Ekon pushes me toward the kitchen and I eat, scanning his body. He dressed in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that must be a size too small, revealing his muscles underneath. His locs are pulled back, and his gray eyes track me with every movement.