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This is different from the role-playing routine we have done dozens of times. I’m supposed to proposition her with the idea of riding my cock cowboy style behind one of these buildings. She’s supposed to tell me I have to cook her dinner. Then, we’re supposed to run off deeper into the alley and fuck like rabbits with the possibility of getting caught by the old lady, which excites us both to no end.
“What…what do you want to do then?” she plays along until I drop down on one knee. That’s when her eyes start glowing brightly.
“I have the best proposition for you yet,” I say.
“Oh really? What’s that?” she counters with a glimmer of lust in her eyes. I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she contemplates what kind of excursion I’m about to take her on.
“I want you to be mine, officially. Will you be my wife, Yandy Ari Martin? Will you marry me?”
“Blaze, are you serious?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I say and produce a ring from my back pocket. “I’m very serious.”
“Oh, my…Yes. I will marry you. Yes! Yes! I will.”
I begin to slide the ring onto her finger.
“Hurry up and put it on so I can kiss you already,” she demands.
I stand up and take her into my arms, and we melt together, my lips crashing down onto hers. “Thank you, for making me the happiest man alive.”
“Thank goodness,” the old lady says from a window behind us. “It’s about time somebody married that girl. Poor thing’s been out here for months trying to catch somebody’s attention. Now, will you take her to your house so she can stop loitering in front of my building? Make an honest woman out of her for everybody’s sake in this building.”
“Mind your business!” I say, angrily. For some reason, I take the old lady’s words to heart, even though she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
“No, what she’s saying is true, Blaze. Thank goodness, you’re making an honest woman out of me. With this ring, you can have me all night every night. You can take me to your apartment and do all kinds of things to me, along with taking me up against the alley wall,” Yandy says in a tease.
“Oh, goodness, he’s going to give you a place to stay too,” the lady says jokingly. “You better get going now, girl.”
“Hey, what are you two doing?” Sloane asks in a grunting whisper as he walks up. “Are you trying to run all the action off from this block, or what? This isn’t love connection. She’s working,” he adds with an attitude as he glares at me with contempt.
“So, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now. The first thing we need to clear up is, when you see me talking to my woman, there is no reason for you to step forward and say a damn thing. I can and will protect my woman from any issues that may arise. Secondly, I know she’s working, but she’s a grown woman and can speak to me when she wants me to leave her alone,” I bark at Sloane.
I don’t give a damn if he’s upset about seeing me out there with Yandy. He knows we’re a couple, and I don’t like the way he’s always butting in with an opinion. This conversation is long overdue. He’s too protective of my woman, and I’m the only man she needs to protect her.
Ever since I started dating Yandy officially, I’ve been watching her back out here. In coordination with the FBI, we’ve taken hundreds, if not thousands, of men off the streets in the past six months. My main concern each day is not only bringing criminals to justice and rescuing young girls who may be forced to be out here, but also to make sure no one harms a hair on my woman’s head. That is my job now, and it’s time Sloane gets it through his thick skull.
“I don’t know what she sees in a punk like you anyway. Fucking NYPD?” Sloane says on a laugh.
I can feel the veins in my head swell until they’re about to pop out. This guy doesn’t know he’s close to catching an ass whipping like it’s the flu.
“Sloane, you are out of line!” Yandy yells and then pushes her partner in the chest. “What the hell is your problem?”
“Why are you coming after me? Talk to the cop about how he’s out of line for being out here. For fucks sake, he should know as well as we do that you don’t come on an undercover prostitute’s corner proposing marriage. That shit is whack as hell,” Sloane yells back at Yandy while looking incredulous.
“Back off, Sloane!” she urges.
“No, I won’t back off! I’ve been here for you for years, and he strolls in, and now you’re in love?” He stands close in her face as he speaks. The way he is looking at her makes me lose what’s left of my mind.
I step to him and push him out of her face; then, I land a good shiner onto his right eye. “Don’t you ever stand flat-footed in front of my woman and yell at her. Do you fucking understand me, boy?” I say, punching him again.
He strikes back, somehow maneuvering to his feet. “She’s more my woman than she is yours. I care about her more than you do.”
“Oh my god. That went downhill fast, but this is juicy stuff. Who will the prostitute choose, the handsome lover boy or the man who’s always stalking her?” the old lady yells from her window.
“Shut up!” we all yell to her at once.
She quickly closes her window after talking about how she’s about to call the cops.
