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“Shit,” I mumbled, grabbing my purse.

I was hoping my boss wouldn’t say anything when I got there. He was pretty cool and didn’t usually trip over little things, but I still didn’t like showing up late.

I sent Banks a text letting him know I was ready, and he responded almost immediately, telling me he was already outside. I smiled, stuffed my phone into my purse, and headed out.

Once I got into the back of the car, I pulled my phone back out and called my sister. I had to tell somebody about last night, and who better than Lha’Kayla? I already knew her ass was about to have a field day with this shit.

She finally answered on the third ring.

“Damn, bitch!” she yelled into the phone. “Why you calling me so early?”

“Sis, I need to talk to you.” I let out a deep breath, already wondering how the hell I was about to tell her.

I could hear her moving around in the bed.

“What? Is everything alright? That nigga didn’t put his hands on you, did he?”

“No, girl.” I laughed.

“Then what the fuck is wrong? You calling me early and shit, sounding serious.”

“We fucked,” I blurted out.

“Bitch, WHAT?”

I pulled the phone from my ear. “Girl, why the fuck you hollering?”

“Because what the fuck you mean y’all fucked? You and Cassian?”

“No, bitch. Me and Casper, hoe.”

“Girl, fuck you!” she busted out laughing. “I’m trying to figure out how the hell we got here. Last time we talked, you was still talking shit about that man.”

“And that’s why I’m calling you, because I don’t even know how the fuck we got here myself.”

“Okay, so what happened?”

“Well, we went out last night, had dinner, talked, drank a little wine, and actually had a good time. Then we came back to the house, watched a movie, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, this nigga had me bent over the damn couch.”

“Oh, shit, sis!” She started laughing again. “Not the couch!”

“Yes, bitch, the couch.”

“Okay, but was it good?”

“Girl, good ain’t even the word. My body feels like I done got hit by a fucking freight train. And on top of that, the nigga was big as shit. But sis, get this. He ate my ass.”

“BITCH!” She screamed, laughing so hard I could barely understand her. “I know that shit felt good.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, shaking my head as I thought about it.

“Girl, to my surprise, yes. But I wasn’t expecting him to do no shit like that.”

“I told yo’ ass! You remember when I told you that shit hit different, and you was looking at me like I was crazy?”

“Because I still don’t understand how y’all be letting niggas put their mouths back there.”

“But you let Cassian do it, though.”