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Instead of a text response, Falcon called me. I picked up on the second ring. “You were supposed to hold the line and sleep with me, woman. How are we gonna be together if I can’t trust you to not abandon me?”

My laughter was boisterous. This man was too much, but I loved every bit of it. “Really, Fal! You fall asleep on the phone at three in the morning and because I hung up, now you think I’ll abandon you if we get together? Both of us should have been sleeping at that point.”

“First, it’s not if we get together . . . It’s when we get together. We’re already halfway there, and you don’t even know it,” he pointed out. “Secondly, I guess next time, I’ll just have to be laying next to you.”

His words caught me off guard. We had been extremely flirtatious, but this felt more intentional. A part of me thought that all the flirting was just to appease his mother. Like an all fun and games thing. It didn’t feel like games anymore. Change the subject, Mazikeen. “I’m excited about going out tonight?”

He snickered. “I’ll let you have that. How are you feeling today, Kee?”

“I feel good today, Fal. I can’t wait to go out with everyone tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve been out,” I told him.

He was quiet for a beat. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a good time. Mazikeen, I’m going to be on your ass tonight. If you start not feeling good, you better let me know.”

Lula Ann’s loud-mouthed ass told Rome yesterday that I didn’t feel well after dialysis. They had been talking since the day after Falcon and I exchanged numbers. The same day we exchanged numbers, Falcon sent me Rome’s number to give to Lula. They wasted no time and planned a meetup. They’d been stuck at the hips since. Well, dick and pussy, but that is another subject.

Lula told Rome that I didn’t feel well after my session. Rome expeditiously called Falcon and told him. That was how Falcon and I ended up on the phone until three in the morning. “I will be fine. If I start not feeling good, you will be the first to know.”

“How much longer until you’re ready?” I asked Lula when I walked back into my guest bedroom. “We need to get going.”

She sat at the vanity mirror and played in her hair. Thank God she had already done her makeup. Tonight, we had a section at Club Obsession. It had been a while since I went to a club. They were always so busy, and I never wanted to pay money for a section. Luckily, Rome and Falcon told us that the night was on them. This was what Lula Ann wanted to do, so it was what we would do.

“Girl, where do we need to get going to? We are where we are supposed to be.” She finally stood from her seat, walked to the full-length mirror, and looked at her complete look. “Perfect.”

She wore a form-fitted bandage dress that stopped above her knees. The yellow color of the dress complemented her skin tone amazingly. Vibrant colors always looked amazing on my best friend. She was shorter than me at five feet, five inches, but with her heels on, she was a cool five-feet-nine.

She was perfect. “Rome is going to be all over your ass in that dress. Best friend, yes!”

Her eyes connected with mine in the mirror. “That’s the point. I’ve had that dick in the bed, on the floor, and in the car. Hopefully tonight, I can get that dick in the bathroom of my favorite club.”

“Lula Ann!” I laughed before I clutched my invisible pearls. “You’re a loose woman.”

She burst into laughter. “Bitch, did you just call me a loose woman? Girl, you sound like my mama.” She walked over to me, then looked me up and down. “I hope you become a loose woman tonight on Falcon’s dick.”

She smacked me on my ass before she walked out of my guest bedroom. I jumped from the feeling of her heavy hand. Her words swarmed in my mind. A loose woman tonight on Falcon’s dick.

My feet moved me in front of the full-length mirror to check my outfit. Tonight, I wore a pair of distressed camo leggings, a black graphic T-shirt that was slit on the sides and slashed across the breast area. My favorite black chuck-heeled boots adorned my feet. My hair hung down in the layered cut that I'd recently gotten. I admired my makeup and the vibe of my outfit. “Perfect.”

When I walked into the living room, I stopped. Lula sat on the couch like we didn’t have somewhere to be. “Girl, what are you doing?”

She looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m sitting down and waiting. Come sit down with me.”

“What are we waiting for?” I asked as I walked over to sit next to her. “Aren’t we supposed to meet them there?”

Just as I was about to sit, there was a knock at my front door. My slitted eyes wandered down to Lula, who wore her mischievous smile. “That’s what we were waiting for. Go ahead and answer the door.”

There was no need for me to ask who it was. My nerves started to get the best of me while I walked. Breathe, Mazikeen. With a smile, I pulled the door open. Falcon stood next to Rome in all their Black kings’ fineness.

“Good evening, men. Please come in.” I stepped to the side to allow them in.

Rome walked past me with a head nod and went straight to Lula. She was up and ready to receive him. Falcon stepped inside and allowed me to close my door. Once it was closed, I turned my attention back to him.

“You look gorgeous,” he complimented. He outreached his arm, then wrapped it around my waist. When he pulled me into his chest, I didn’t resist. “Those lips look kissable. Can I test them out?”

My cheeks were on fire. My chin was tilted upward because of the height difference between us. With an amorous tone, I responded, “I feel like that would be alright. It’s the only way that you’re going to find out.”

That infamous finger hooked under my chin to lift it more. He bore into my eyes with his for a beat before he lowered his lips to mine. Oh, his lips are kissable. A moan escaped my lips as our kiss deepened. His hands moved from my back to my ass.

“Um, I don’t mean to interrupt this beautiful moment, but there are innocent eyes in here. Can we get to the spot?” Rome’s nose turned up like Lula wasn’t in his arms while his hand firmly gripped her ass.