Page 56 of Dirty Work: Part 2


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“I know. Did you tell him yet?”

“No. I can’t tell him until I know what I’m gonna do with it.”

“And what are you gonna do? You gonna have this baby or not?”

She sighed. “I’m scared.”

“Get an abortion then,” he suggested.

“It’s so easy for you to say that. You’re not carrying it, and you’re not engaged to your father,” she said.

“But we both wanted the same thing.”

“Things are getting complicated.”

“It don’t have to be. Two choices, you can get an abortion or you can end this affair and we can go our separate ways,” he declared.

Papa John was bluffing; he wasn’t ready to end the affair with Dina. She felt like the best thing that ever happened to him, although she was engaged to his father. No more Dina would be like falling from heaven—an angel losing its wings.

He stared intensely at Dina, and said something to her that he couldn’t believe himself. “I think I love you.”

“What?” she was shocked by what he said.

“I wanna be with you.”

“How would we make it work?”

“Look, I know this shit here is tricky between us, but we can find some way to work it out.”

“Do you want me to get an abortion?” she asked him.

“I don’t know. This baby could be my pops’ too.”

“How did we get here?” she asked rhetorically.

“We got here because you got some good pussy,” he was able to joke.

She laughed. “So I’ve been told.”

“Nah, but fo’ real, you is special, Dina. I could see why and how my pops fell in love wit’ you and put a ring on your finger.”

“You is a trip, Papa John.”

“You make me a trip. Hey, let’s finish what we started by the door and we can talk about this later,” he suggested.

She smiled and put her hands into his unbuttoned pants and wrapped her fingers around his thick dick.

“Yeah, just like that,” he moaned.

“Like that, huh?”

“Yeah, like that,” he replied breathlessly.

Every part of him was lit up with stimulation. He closed his eyes and appreciated how she touched him. The hand job was magnifying his erection. She kissed his lips, and then their tongues danced. Each part of Papa John ached for her. His jeans dropped lower, and her stroking continued until he felt on the edge of exploding.

They became lost in each other—paradise was right within their reach. Until they heard the quake of his voice boom out.

“What the fuck is this?” Darryl yelled.

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