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“Milo. I just… You just bought the other truck.”
“And I felt like you needed something a little more sophisticated. Something that screamed I’m a boss, my nigga a boss, and my pussy is the biggest boss. That motherfucker got him emptying his wallet ever—” He got carried away, describing his sentiments in detail.
“Milo.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“But babe, seriously, my truck was brand new.”
“So is this one.”
“I know, and it’s gorgeous. Thank you so much.”
Running into his arms, I wrapped my body around his as best I could, climbing him like a tree.
“Happy birthday, love. Now, we have to get dressed. We’ve fucked off half our morning sleeping in. We have shit to do and money to spend. Whatever your heart desires today, it’s on me. I’ll get Mason together.”
“My mom said she’ll take him.”
“I already scheduled a play date with Maz.”
“Okay. I’ll let her know.”
“If you want him to cancel, he can.”
“No. I’d rather he be around the children than all alone at my parents’ home.”
“Alright, then we’ll drop him off before dinner this evening unless you want him to leave earlier.”
“No. I want to spend my birthday with my little baby.”
“Good, ’cause I’m not ready for him to leave yet.”
“Keys, please! Let me have a look before we jet inside.”
Handing me the keys, Milo nodded toward the truck. I sprinted in its direction, opening the door to see the B attempt to show up on the concrete. It failed, but I was sure it would light through the night. Circling the truck, I encountered the tags he’d warned me about moments prior.
Dr. Domino.
Turning around, I glared in his direction. With a tilted head, he grabbed the back of his neck and shuffled his feet slowly.
“When did you become a liar?” I asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Is this your truck, Milo?”
“Nah. It’s yours.”
“Then, why does it say Dr. Domino? I’m not Dr. Domino.”
“Not yet.”
He was so full of himself. Tossing my thoughts to the back of my head, I rounded the truck, ending up on the driver’s side again. I hopped inside, admiring the leathery goods and exquisite interior. They’d taken their precious time designing the vehicle that I’d get to enjoy until my man decided I needed something else. With Milo, I’d never know when that would be.
* * *
“What do you think?”
