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Miranda knew that Dante was nothing more than a leech. He was a bum, cosplaying as a real man.

Myla wanted to run and hide. Since meeting Dante, she had to admit that she had found herself in several embarrassing situations. Never in her life had she lived like this. She hated that she had begun to accommodate dysfunction for the sake of having this man in her life.

“What is that sound? I know that ain’t what I think it is?” Miranda said, looking at Myla.

The tension that recently escalated between them flew out of the window at the realization that they might have to jump a leeching ass piece of shit.

The sounds of moaning and skin slapping filled the downstairs. Yet again, Myla was embarrassed. She knew what that sound was all too well. Dante’s addiction to porn and watching it like a movie made her sick to her stomach. After he moved in, she got the full understanding of what Sunny meant when she said Dante was hypersexual.

He seemed to never be satisfied sexually. There had been times when she came home to sticky cum covered wash cloths on the bed and on the floor. She had no idea that opening her home to Dante would lead to the destruction of her life.

Without explaining anything, Myla simply said, “Help me get this excuse of a man out of my house.” Now that her support system was back, Myla was ready to reclaim her peace and her space.

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Myla and Miranda ran up the stairs so quickly, they didn’t feel their feet touching the steps. It was time to get Dante out of her house. Myla could’ve sworn that the air at the top of the stairs became heavier. Myla reached the door first, her hand trembling only for a second before she turned the knob.

“Dante, you need to—”

Myla’s verbal eviction notice froze, just like the rest of her body at the sight before her. Nothing could have ever prepared her for what she was witnessing. The adult video of what appeared to be an orgy playing loudly on the television was not what captured her attention.

Dante having sex on the sofa in her bedroom was the thing that had her doing the mannequin challenge.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Miranda covered her mouth in shock as she watched Dante’s sweat-covered, butt cheeks flex as he plowed into the person under him. The porn sounds blaring from the television were so loud that neither he nor the person whose legs he had in the air stopped what they were doing.

Myla saw blood red. With the speed of a cheetah, Myla ran into Dante with so much force that she toppled the entire couch. Dante and his fling screamed as they hit the floor. Both Myla and Miranda pounced on Dante like a Bengal tiger.

“You dirty piece of shit!” she screamed as she delivered blow after blow to Dante’s face.

She had never been in a physical altercation a day in her life. But rage had her whooping ass like a prize fighter. Dante tried to protect his face and his family jewels, but Myla and Miranda were relentless.

“You got me fired, then had the audacity to bring a bitch in my fucking house!” she screamed as she beat on him savagely.

“Get off my man!”

The sound of the other voice made Myla’s head snap in the direction of it.

“Bitch, who the, Oh my God!!” Myla screamed in abject terror at the sight before her. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.

“Y-you…y-you…” Miranda stuttered. “You’re a man!” she screamed.

Shock was the only emotion she could muster at the sight of the freight train-sized dick that jutted out from between the woman’s legs. Myla was beside herself. The same humiliation, hurt, and betrayal that she felt with Terry began to bubble inside of her.

“A man. You’re fucking a man!” Myla screamed.

Rage filled her with something superhuman. With the strength of Sampson, Myla grabbed the end table and launched it. The solid oak table soared through the air like a missile. It narrowly missed Dante’s head.

“Myla, chill out! She’s not a man,” Dante screamed.

Myla looked at Dante as if he had lost his mind.

“Nigga are you dumb? This bitch has a dick the size of the Chrysler Building,” Myla yelled.

“That’s a birth defect!” Dante said ignorantly, as if the penis on the pretty man was a foreign specimen.

Myla felt like she was losing her mind.

“Stop fucking lying!”