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A minute later he knocked, and I opened the door with Carter on my hip.

“What’s up?”

Xay walked in and immediately looked me up and down.

I had on little shorts and a tank top because the heat in my apartment was Metro Boomin.

“Go see your fucking daughter instead of looking at me, nigga.”

He smiled.

“Can’t do both?”

“No.”

He did look good though.

Unfortunately.

Fresh cut. Hoodie. Sweats. Smelling good.

Sad part was this nigga still made my pussy react a little.

I guess that was the hoe in me.

Xay reached for Carter.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

She went right to him.

And after what my mother had said about her starting to favor him and Serenity, I found myself staring at them harder than usual.

Fuck.

My phone rang.

I looked down.

Samantha.

“Well, well, well.”

Xay looked over.

“What?”

I turned my phone around.

“Samantha.”

His face changed immediately.

“Don’t fucking answer that shit.”

I looked at him.

“Nigga, you don’t pay my motherfucking phone bill.”