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“You fucking Heather?”

I laughed and kept stroking.

Wrong answer.

“Oh my fucking God. You are.”

“Here you go.”

“Xavier!”

“What?”

“You fucking my cousin?”

I looked at her in the mirror while I was still deep in that fat pussy.

“And you fucking your sister’s husband.”

That shut her up.

For about two seconds.

“You ain’t shit.”

“I know.”

She didn’t know the half.

Heather had been fucking with me for almost three years. It started at a kickback I went to with Frozo and should’ve ended that same night.

It didn’t.

Now she was pregnant with my son.

She wanted to name him Xavier Jr. at first. I told her absolutely the fuck not. She got mad, cried, accused me of not loving our baby and everything else.

I didn’t care.

She wasn’t naming that baby after me.

Eventually she settled on Collin.

Avery didn’t know none of that yet.

Samantha damn sure didn’t.

And I intended on keeping it that way.

Then the kids started yelling downstairs.

“UNCLE LEVIN HERE!”

Avery’s head snapped toward the bathroom door.

“What the fuck?”

“UNCLE LEVIN!”