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Honesty rubbed her invisible belly as she rambled off all of the things she wanted to try. Over the years, I learned not to question her because for a petite person, my lil’ baby loved to eat.

“I’m glad I brought this bag so I can carry all of your shit because I know you’re about to waste half this food.”

“Well, that’s what boyfriends are for. You can eat whatever I don’t finish.” She batted her eyelashes, and my mind went blank for a moment. Although, I knew we were supposed to be pretending to date, her calling me her boyfriend stirred something inside of me. I couldn’t explain it in the moment, but it was different.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s play a couple of games before we start your little food tour. I have a strong feeling that once you get started, you aren’t gonna want to do anything else.” I pointed out, knowing I was right. If I let her eat too much, too soon, she would end up getting tired and ready to go home.

“You might be right. Triniti said they are having a monster truck show later on and fireworks. Rule said Phoenix was gonna be here performing. I love her music so much. I’ve been following her for the last four years, but I always miss her tours because she does them around Messiah’s basketball schedule. I’m gonna try to make it to one of her shows though. Her music is so dope, and she’s a baddie.”

I nodded in response because she probably didn’t want to know the artist she was referring to was currently sending me pussy pics. We messed around briefly when I first signed my deal, but it didn’t last long because she wanted more than I was offering.

She wanted to go public, but we were nothing more than fuck buddies. The more I tried to explain it to her, the clingier she became. It got to a point where I thought I was gonna have to block her because she couldn’t seem to take no for an answer. She would constantly beg me to try a relationship with her, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

We hadn’t talked in five months, but I made the mistake of hooking up with her after we both made an appearance at this Gala they were having for Autism advocacy and awareness. I had too many flutes of champagne, and the next thing I knew, I was blowing her back out in the backseat of the limo.

I should have left her alone after that, but the pussy was decent, and she knew how to keep a low profile for the most part. The problem was, I had reopened Pandora’s box, and now she was back on her bullshit. She sent me a video of her playing in her pussy last night. I should have deleted it, but it was a nice little video.

Since Honesty and I would be going public, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fuck on women whenever I felt like it. Fake or not, I would never put her in a position where another woman could have the upper hand. Honesty and I shared a lot with each other, but I personally kept my sex life to myself because I never felt comfortable sharing those details with her. I wasn’t necessarily trying to hide it, but it made no sense to bring it up when I knew those situations would never turn into anything more than what they were.

Honesty was a lover girl who loved to romanticize every connection. She wasn’t the type to have sneaky links or one-night stands, so she didn’t understand why or how they worked for others. I tried to explain it to her, but it was awkward discussing my sex life with her, so I usually only answered questions if she asked them.

We continued to walk around, laughing and people-watching. I never understood the fascination of it until I met her, but it was always fun as hell. Honesty would always point out the funniest shit at the right time.

“Now, she knows damn well she’s about to spill out those shorts. There are kids here, and she chooses the country fair to show off her botched bbl.” She scoffed, pointing to a woman in daisy dukes.

Now I loved ass just as much as the next person, but Shorty looked like she took her shorts, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut them up like an art project. It wasn’t just a little cheek showing from the bottom; her whole ass was out.

“Aye, how do you know she has a bbl?” I chuckled.

“I know you see that shit. It doesn’t even move when she walks, and it's kind of pointy on the bottom. She must have sat on it too early.”

Honesty shrugged her shoulders as I burst out laughing,

“You are dead ass wrong for that. She might have been built like that naturally.”

“Yeah, right. You know I’m right,” she giggled. We were walking past the animals, and I already knew Honesty wasn’t gonna miss an opportunity to see some animals. She loved any and every animal known to man. The only reason she didn’t have her own pet was that Mama E was afraid of just about everything. I already knew she would probably live on a farm if she had the option.

We headed over to the sections where they were showing the animals, and I stood back and watched as Honesty lost her mind. We started with the rabbits, and she seemed to fall in love with every single one of them. I chuckled as I followed behind her. Animals weren’t really my thing, so I allowed her to have her moment.

“Solly, look at him! He’s so chunky.” She pointed to a black and white bunny with cherub cheeks. I stared at her blankly as she gushed over the furry creature.

“I want one,” she whined, with her plump bottom lip sticking out. I shook my head, knowing this was going to be ongoing for the rest of the time we were there.

We made our way to the horses, and once again Honesty acted like an animal whisperer. She walked around talking to them as if they were her long-lost friends. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t cute. In fact, I took out my phone and recorded her touching noses with this beautiful black horse with a shiny coat. I didn’t know much about these shows, but I was almost certain the black beauty would be in the running if she didn’t win overall. There was something about the horse that was majestic and eye-catching.

“She’s so beautiful. My daddy used to take me horseback riding at this ranch in Maple Gardens, and I would have the time of my life. I used to cry when it was time to leave, and he would take me to get ice cream. It was our special time together, you know?”

I nodded, seeing the tears in her eyes. I heard a lot of stories about her father, and while some were not so good, one thing I knew for certain was that he loved his children. He was flawed, but he cared.

“You want me to buy you a horse?” I asked, grabbing her hand and pulling her into my arms. She grinned, then wiped the tears that were resting at the brim.

“You would buy me a horsey, best friend?”

The way she looked at me with her soft, alluring eyes almost had me ready to promise her the world and everything in its orbit.

“If that’s what you want. We would have to get you some space for you to keep it, though. You know Mama E isn’t gonna let you bring a horse into her house. She’ll kick the both of you out.” I chortled, thinking about the time her momma sprained her ankle running from a poodle. He might have looked cute and fluffy to us, but in her eyes he was a bona fide killer.

“I’ve been thinking about buying a house. As much as I love coming home to a clean house, fresh folded laundry and a home-cooked meal, I’m ready to have my own space. I want to be able to walk around in my bra and panties, eating ice cream from straight from the carton.”