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“I feel that shit, baby. Come on and get it… it’s right there,” he teased.

I wish he’d shut the fuck up because as soon as he opened his mouth, I was shaking and experiencing a powerful orgasm just as his nails dug into my hips holding me in place while he released through his own pleasure. That shit seemed to take everything out of me, so all I could do was lay my head on his chest.

“Come on… let’s go clean up so we can finish this.” He smirked before getting up with my body still wrapped around his.

God, I loved this man… wait… I loved him?

Chapter Five

Khatori ‘Tori’ Brooks

sometime later…

Married life had been treating me good, although being six months pregnant with twins was testing every ounce of patience I had left. Joni was enjoying himself a little too much, between spoiling me one minute and getting on my damn nerves the next. He’d been extra attentive, and while I appreciated everything he did, I was beginning to think he needed another hobby besides monitoring my every move.

Khajoni and Khori weren’t making things any easier. One of them stayed tucked beneath my ribs while the other seemed determined to use my bladder as a punching bag. I loved my babies, but I was counting down the days until I could hold them instead of carrying them.

I glanced at the clock as I pulled into the pickup line at Leah’s school. Since going on maternity leave, I’d been enjoying having more time with my baby. I didn’t have to rush through our afternoons anymore, and Leah was taking full advantage of it.

“Hey, Mommy!” Leah greeted before buckling herself into her booster seat.

“Hey, baby. How was school?” I asked, checking to make sure she was secured before pulling away.

“Good… we had art, and I made something for the babies,” she announced, digging through her backpack. “But you can’t see it yet because I gotta finish coloring Daddy’s hair.”

I laughed as Leah continued telling me about her day. Apparently, some little boy in her class had spent most of it talking when he wasn’t supposed to, and the way she complained about him sounded just like her daddy.

Before heading home, I decided to stop at the shopping plaza to pick up a few things. Since going on maternity leave, I’d been finding any excuse to get out of the house. I loved being home, but between Joni hovering over me and GiGi monitoring everything I ate, I needed a little breathing room.

Leah and I had just left the store when I heard somebody call my name.

“Khatori!”

I knew that voice, and I damn sure didn’t like the person it belonged to. When I turned around, Justine, Javon’s raggedy ass mama, was walking toward us with a little boy holding her hand. That must’ve been Diamond’s son. Of all the fucking people I could’ve crossed paths with, it had to be that miserable bitch.

“Mommy, that’s Grandma Justine,” Leah said, recognizing her as she approached.

“Mhm,” I replied, keeping my attention on Justine.

“Well, look who it is,” Justine remarked, stopping in front of us. “I see you still walking around here with your nose in the air.”

“And I see you’re still an old miserable bitch,” I countered. “What do you want?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Khatori. I wanted to speak to Leah,” she snapped before looking down at my daughter. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, Grandma Justine,” Leah greeted, offering her a small smile.

Justine bent down and hugged her before straightening. I allowed it because Leah had known her as Grandma Justine for years, but that didn’t mean I was interested in entertaining her ass.

Her eyes dropped to my stomach, and she let out a dry laugh.

“Pregnant again, I see,” she remarked. “I hope you know who this one belongs to this time.”

“Justine, don’t make me drag your old ass out here in these people’s parking lot. Get the fuck out my way before I forget I’m pregnant and remind you I’m not the bitch to play with,” I snapped.

Justine rolled her eyes before reaching for the little boy, who had wandered a few steps away. He was getting big, and the older he got, the more he favored Von. I hated that I could see that nigga’s face in him, but the child hadn’t asked to be brought into the fucked-up situation his parents had created.

“Mommy, who’s that?” Leah asked, looking at him.