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Calling every night.

And I couldn’t even front like I wasn’t enjoying the shit.

My bills were paid.

Carter was taken care of.

My gas tank stayed full.

Shit, just this morning I’d left Keith’s crib after spending the night because Carter was with my mother.

We fucked before I left, I got dressed, and this nigga was laid back in bed looking all chocolate and fine with them long-ass braids everywhere.

Right before I walked out, he called me back.

“Yo.”

“What?”

He reached toward the nightstand, grabbed a stack and held it out.

I looked at it, rolled my eyes and took it, counted it quick.

Three thousand dollars.

“For what?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nah.”

I stared at him.

“You trying to buy me back?”

Keith flashed that gold fang.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

“Lying ass.”

I put the money in my purse.

“Fuck you.”

“Already did.”

I slammed his bedroom door behind me while he laughed.

Nigga.

I smiled to myself just thinking about it.

I loved fucking with a hood nigga.