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you but showing you too," I said,
licking my lips seductively.

    "I was under the impression you only had eyes for
Supreme."
    "Yeah, Supreme got all the coins and I need that to not
only take care of me and my brother, but to also keep
your pockets fat. But that don't mean a sexy nigga like
you don't get my pussy wet. You feel me?" I was lying
my ass off, but I needed this cat to do some serious dirty
work for me. Supreme represented much more than an
endless cash flow. I had been dying to suck his dick since
I first saw him in a music video before I had even hit
adolescence. Becoming his wife would give me bragging
rights 'til the day I died.
    "I fo' sho' feel you, Maya. You got my third leg excited
over here. So when you plan on showing me how grateful
you are?"
    "Business first, and then pleasure."
    "I guess that means we need to handle this Detective
Moore problem as soon as possible."
    "Now we're on the same page. But, umm, while you're
mulling over when, where and how you're going to
eliminate the detective, take me to the post office. I have
a letter that needs to be mailed out."
    When we pulled up to the post office I took out
my book of stamps and peeled one off. I scanned the
envelope again before placing it firmly on the upper righthand corner. I dropped it in the mailbox, and a surge of
newfound power shot through me. "Okay Devon, let's
go home."

    "Devon, remember, don't discuss our plans for Detective
Moore with anyone. Tomorrow at twelve o'clock I'll meet
you at our spot so we can graph this shit out, so don't
be late. I know you're working the three o'clock shift so
promptness is a must."
    "I got you. I'll be there."
    "Good, now open the door for me. Our relationship
has to appear strictly professional. You never know who's
watching," I said, looking towards the front entrance of
the house from the parked car.
    "Whatever you say."
    "While you're at it, carry in these bags for me," I directed
as I took Aaliyah out of her car seat and headed inside.
When I entered, Supreme was still in the same location
as before I left. But instead of standing, he was slouched
down in a chair with a drink in his hand.
    "Where do you want me to put your bags?" Devon
asked, interrupting my stare down of Supreme. Supreme
lifted his eyes in my direction as if he only then realized
we had come home.
    "You can leave them right there," I said, pointing to the
bottom of the wraparound stairs.
    Devon put the bags down and then tried to linger his
tired ass at the spot to further inspect what was about to
go down between me and his boss.
    "Thanks, Devon, you can go now." My stiff smile
screamed get to steppin'!
    Devon got the hint and nodded his head. "Mr. Mills, can I
be of any further assistance to you this evening?"
    Supreme appeared dazed for a minute and then he
silently shook his head no. But that nigga wasn't dazed, he was drunk.

    I was ready to push Devon's slow dragging ass out
the fucking door. He was holding up my flow. He took
his time getting the fuck out and kept glaring back after
each step. When he finally bounced I virtually skipped
to the door and locked it, making sure he couldn't make
a sudden return. I didn't say shit to Supreme. I let him
continue to drown his sorrow in that thousand dollar
a shot Remy Martin and grabbed my bags and headed
upstairs to Aaliyah's bedroom.
    "Now, I need for you to be a good little baby and play
in your crib until you fall asleep," I uttered to Aaliyah as I
took off her clothes and put on her nightie. "I have to go
work on your daddy, and I don't need no interruptions,
so I'll see you in the morning." I kissed Aaliyah on her
forehead, sat her in the crib, turned on the nightlight and
made my exit.
    As I dashed down the hallway, I made a pit stop at
a mirror hanging in the center of the wall. I scrutinized
myself and my appearance was definitely not on point. I
had a long day and it showed. I wanted to take a shower
and freshen