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"Yeah, well, we’ll see who the dumb bitch is after I talk to my lawyer."
"You can talk to him about anything you want. And after he reads the agreement you signed, he’ll explain to you that you aren’t gonna get shit from me. And then he’ll tell you what a dumb bitch you are for signing it without reading it."
"Asshole!"
"Whatever. Like I said, if you want to talk about this, I’ll be at Shooters later on tonight. I know I’ll see you there."
"Don’t hold your breath," I said with tears in my eyes, and slammed the phone down in its cradle. Now I understood why Tyrone didn’t seem to be in any rush to file for the divorce. The bastard was setting me up to do this the whole time. After I called and spoke with my lawyer, and he read the agreement, I knew that Tyrone was right. I was a dumb bitch.
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Chapter Twenty-four
Qianna
I gotta be honest wit’ you, I always have been one dick-happy ho. You know what I’m sayin’? I’m talkin’ ’bout excited to the point of tears at the sight of a big fat, juicy one. The feel of dick in my hand, in my mouth, makes my clit swell. Soft and silky when I touch it, but hard and firm inside me. I looked over my shoulder. This nigga here got a big pretty dick.
I could fuck Devin everyday, all day, the dick’s so fuckin’ good. Even little Cutie and the magic strap, can’t compare to this nigga here. Truth was, Devin got a bitch dick-whipped, but he don’t need to know all that, and I damn sure wasn’t ’bout to tell him.
He spread my cheeks and slowly moved in and out of me, inchin’ deeper and deeper in my ass. The deeper he got, the wetter I got. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his stiffness inside me. The thickness of him filled me, the warmth of him inside me, long and stiff, excited me. My hips shook and I began to shake from the inside. I tried to slow my roll, but I couldn’t. I felt like I was outside myself. And the feelin’ only intensified the motion of my hips. When I felt him throbbing inside me, I was no longer able to control myself.
I guess you could say that we were havin’ make-up sex, ’cause the nigga came up in here like he was all mad and shit. For a minute there, I really thought the mutha fucka was really ’bout to try and kick my ass. I woulda hated to kill him, good as this dick is, but I would cut his fuckin throat if he put his hands on me.
When I called him about gettin’ the rest of my money, Devin started trippin’. Not about the money; about the way the shit went down. "What you talkin’ ’bout? The bitch is done like I said she’d be. Wh
at’s the problem?"
"You know what, Qianna, it don’t even matter. I just need to meet you somewhere; and we do this and be done with it."
"That’s fine with me. So you wanna meet me at the apartment in like an hour or something?"
"No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Why don’t you meet me at Lombardi’s on Spring Street?"
"Lombardi’s? What the fuck is that?"
"It’s a restaurant."
"Why you wanna meet there?"
"I’m hungry."
Since I had more in mind than food, I told Devin that I wasn’t feelin’ all good and I didn’t feel like goin’ to no restaurant. It took a minute, but he finally agreed to meet me at Cutie’s apartment.
When I heard the bell ring, I got out of bed, put on a black silk robe, and went to the door. I opened the door and Devin walked past me without lookin’. I smiled and closed the door.
As soon as I turned around, he tried to shove a paper bag in my hand. I walked by him without lookin’, and made him follow me. I could feel his eyes on my body. He grabbed me by the arm and spun me around.
"Don’t walk away from me," Devin said.
I broke loose from him and took a step back. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Devin threw the paper bag at me, and some of the money fell out. "Just take your damn money," he said, and turned to leave.
I grabbed his arm. "Wait a minute, Devin. You need to tell me what the fuck you so mad about." I took a step closer and put my body on him. "I did what you wanted me to do. You wanted the bitch done. I don’t get what you so mad about."
Devin pushed me off him. "I paid you to kill her, not tie her to our bed and execute her!"
"I just made it look like she was raped. You know, so I wouldn’t be a suspect. I wanted to make it look like a robbery gone bad."
