Page 225 of Own It

“Just Hennessy for me,” I finally said.

“Be right back.” The girl pranced off.

“Okay, twin. We still alike,” Tarin bragged.

“Aight, so I wanted to meet up because we need to set some boundaries and have some respect, and that goes for everybody. I’ve been working on how I speak to you, Tarin, and I need you to do the same. More importantly, I need you to show Kasia respect and also stop eating at Russell’s. I don’t even know how you been able to since you banned.”

Tarin glared at Kasia.

“Are you serious?” She growled.

“Stop acting like it’s ya favorite spot. We all know you only go to mess with her, and that ends right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Tarin’s eyes widened.

“Yeah.” I locked eyes with her. “You gon’ show Kasia some respect because she’s your children’s sibling’s mother but also because she’s my girl. Eventually, she and I are gon’ be married, and it’s best for all of us, especially the kids, that we have a mutual respect.”

“Married? If you⁠—”

“If you can’t fall in line, Tarin, shit is gon’ change. That means getting a mediator in place to exchange Julianna and JJ. That also means a strict, court ordered arrangement, so no more asking me to keep the kids longer ’cause you got a hangover or not feeling like yaself. That would also mean a much lower child support payment. I give you twenty grand a month, but a court is gon’ only base your shit off what I make driving trucks for Godfrey Baking Co., and that ain’t even close to what you get now. So I suggest you play nice, Tarin, and just be chill. It’s your decision though.”

Tarin’s eyes bounced between me and Kasia before she fell back into her seat, just as the waiter delivered our drinks.

Shaking her head, Tarin finally replied, “Fine. She needs to show me respect too!”

“I will,” Kasia said. “Truthfully, I always only gave you what you gave me. I love Julianna and JJ and don’t want beef. I want the kids to be able to grow up together, and that can’t all be on Josias. You and I have to work together, too, to make that happen, Tarin.”

Tarin said nothing, sipping her drink.

“Are we in agreement, or should we go to court, Tarin?” I questioned.

“We’re good.” She polished off her drink. “I’m not hungry.” She shot up from the chair, making it fall.

“Be careful driving!” I said to her back.

“Worry about your bitch, Josias Godfrey!” Tarin shouted back, twisting her way out of the establishment.

Giggling, Kasia said, “You did good, baby. Turned me on.”

“Oh word?” I smirked as she kissed my lips.

“Word.”

“How much?”

“This much.” She reached down into my joggers, making me look around.

The restaurant was moderately populated, but our table was in the back and sort of concealed.

Sliding down under the table, Kasia removed my dick and immediately started sucking on the tip.

“Wait—Kasia, I’m ’bout to holler like a ho . . . oh fuck.” I groaned when she didn’t listen, taking all my shit into her mouth.

She started bobbing slowly, letting me hit the back of her throat as her saliva flowed freely, dampening my crotch.

“Are you about ready to order?” The waitress walked up smiling, and I knew I looked crazy.

“Uh . . . I . . . yeah . . . fuck.” I closed my eyes, trying to gather myself as Kasia sucked harder and faster, massaging my balls in the process.