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Almost two fucking weeks.

Not once.

Hadn’t heard from him either.

No call.

No text.

Nothing.

The same nigga who’d had me sitting at a bar with no panties on while he fingered me had apparently gone right back to living his life.

Meanwhile, I’d thought about that shit entirely too many times.

And when I told Nesha?

This bitch damn near passed the fuck out.

“Bitch, LEVIN?!”

I’d rolled my eyes.

“Fuck that. Bitch, you cheated on Tyrell!”

Nesha laughed like I’d told her the sky was blue.

“Girl, please. This ain’t nothing new. Tyrell know I like to swing. He don’t wanna do it, so sometimes I help myself.”

I’d stared at her.

“You’re fucking insane.”

Then her eyes got huge all over again.

“But bitch! Getting fingered by fine-ass Levin?! BITCH!”

“Mommy!”

Zion’s voice snapped me out of it.

I blinked.

“Baby!”

He came through the door carrying his football bag.

“I’m so sorry you had to wait.”

“It’s cool. Uncle Levin came and got me.”

My eyes moved behind him.

Levin.

Black hoodie underneath a jacket. Jeans. Boots.

Looking completely fucking normal.