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“You had your boyfriend arrested last month. Is that keeping things spicy?” Jamie reminded her.

“Why, yes. Yes, it does,” she shrugged.

I nearly choked. We all laughed, even though Jamie tried not to. I continued to tell them all the details, leaving out how I felt something was off with him. We laughed, and Sage and I got as fucked up as possible with Jamie. She always played the role of a mother with us. It was like this even before I was locked up.

I kept sneaking glances at my phone, tapping the screen to see if I had any new messages. It felt like my phone was calling to me, urging me to pick it up and call or text Chance. The nagging was persistent.

Unfortunately, I sensed that Chance was hiding something from me. I could feel it, and the real danger wasn’t just my suspicion about him. It was that despite every alarm bell going off inside my head, despite Jamie’s worries, despite everything prison taught me about trusting people, especially about trusting him. I was already falling for him all over again.

After Jamie dragged us to the car, she dropped Sage off with some new dude she had just started seeing. Jamie and I went home, but I needed her to stop at a gas station to get me some sunflower seeds. I didn’t know why or how they worked, but eating seeds always kept my high under control.

Once home, I crashed in my bed. I still smelled Chance on my sheets. I let my drunk hands take control as I FaceTimed Chance.

The phone didn’t even fully ring before he answered.

“Trouble. You okay?” He sounded worried, and that caused my drunk ass to blush.

“Yeah. I just smell you.”

“Huh?” he asked.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see him, but it was pitch black.

“Nothing. Where are you? I want to see you,” I admitted.

“Oh yeah. You wanna come home, Trouble?” he asked, and I could hear the mischievous smirk that probably graced his handsome face.

“I do,” I admitted.

“Say less. I’ll be there in fifteen. I gotta drop this nigga off not too far from you.”

“O… How do you know where I’m at?” I asked confusedly.

“Baby, did you forget I was lying on that little as bed with those bright pink sheets last night?”

I didn’t know why I asked that. I knew he paid attention to everything, especially because it was a requirement for him to be a C.O.

“Okay, let me pack a spinnanight bag. I’ll be downstairs in…” He cut me off.

“Aye, Justice, stop fucking playing with me. Don’t bring your ass down those stairs. It’s one in the morning. I’ll come to you.”

That had me cheesing like a middle school girl with a crush.

“Okay. Daddy.” I flirted in response.

“Let me hurry up and drop this nigga off. I’m on my way, Trouble.”

As he hung up, I heard some dude laugh in the background, and he said Chance was pussy-whipped. I don’t know why, but that boosted the fuck out of my ego.

I hopped out of bed, grabbed some of my new clothes and lingerie, threw them into a bag, and set it by the front door.

I know I was worried about him breaking my heart earlier, but now, all I wanted was to see my man and ride him all night. Hopefully he’d be less gentlemanly.

By the time I finished doing what I needed to do, I checked my phone and saw I had nine minutes left. To pass the time and let my sister know I was about to head out, I lay across the bottom of her bed.

She was arguing with someone, and I thought his voice sounded familiar, but as soon as I entered the room, she took her phone off speaker.

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