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pride to borrow money from Monica . . . especially when they just got over the fact that during her drug haze Keesha had committed the ultimate betrayal of a friend and slept with Monica’s boyfriend, Rah. Her drug use and dealing—or rather not properly dealing—with the sudden death of Lex, the man she loved, led her to that short-dick, short-tempered motherfucker. Top that off with snitching on her friend about fucking around on him, getting caught in bed with him, and then being too high to stop him from beating Monica’s ass and breaking her leg. Crazy.
    They were friends again but she just knew Monica had to take some pleasure in the same bitch who betrayed her now needing to borrow money from her. Keesha could admit she knew she was wrong to even ask Monica for a favor. But desperate times . . .
    â€œYou are taking this the wrong way, Keesha—”
    Still naked, and not caring that she was, Keesha moved to sit in the windowsill. Corey’s apartment was across the street from a deserted parking lot and there wasn’t much traffic. She really didn’t give a fuck either way. She needed to see more than just the four walls of his apartment because it felt like they were closing in on her.
    â€œI’ll have your rent money and you can tell Monica she’ll have the money I owe her too. Now you two go talk about that,” she snapped, ending the call and looking over her shoulder to toss her phone onto the sofa.
    â€œYou owe somebody money?” Corey asked, strolling out of the bedroom naked.
    Keesha shrugged as her eyes dipped to take in the back-and-forth sway of his dick. She glanced away as she spotted a roach paused on the wall like Spider-Man. She fought the urge to stretch her leg out and smash it under her foot. Having grown up in the projects of Newark, New Jersey, it wasn’t the first roach she’d ever seen and she doubted if it would be the last. Still, for that motherfucker to be so bold to climb within her reach like it dared her to kill it?
    â€œWhy didn’t you ask me for the money?”
    Because you barely make enough to pay your own bills.
    Because I relied on a man for money and he died, leaving me back at one.
    Because I hate being broke, busted, and disgusted.
    â€œI’m good, Corey,” she lied.
    He worked hard and put in forty to fifty hours a week. He always had her back. He was a good man. A hardworking man. She didn’t want to put extra pressure on him to make up for her fucked up finances.
    The old Keesha couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with a man who couldn’t take care of her and that’s how she knew she had grown up some. And that she loved him.
    Keesha looked back at him and she smiled at him, loving every bit of his dark and delicious frame. Like hers, his complexion was that deep and smooth chocolate like Hershey’s Kisses. He was just a couple of inches taller than her but she felt comfort and strength in his embraces. His smile was infectious and his eyes always bright with humor.
    She loved him. She really did. Her heart pounded with it.
    â€œWe’ll worry about all that in the morning,” Corey said, coming over to stand beside her and stroke her inner thigh. “Let’s go back to bed.”
    Keesha tilted her head back against the window as she looked up into his face. She smiled at the heat she saw in his eyes. Licking her lips, she turned on the sill and pressed her feet and her hands to the edge as she spread her knees before him.
    Corey’s eyes dipped down as he took his dick into one of his hands and stroked the long length of it. He massaged her moist clit with the other. “Right here?” he asked, looking up briefly at the backdrop of the streets through the window as Keesha leaned forward to lick one of his nipples with the tip of her tongue.
    â€œRight now.”

Chapter 3
    Latoya a.k.a. Moët
    â€œL atoya, I’m sorry but your little friends