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laughed. Sean turned around toward the closed door, his chest heaving wildly up and down. Is she crazy? he thought.
âUmm . . . nah . . . I . . . I . . . Iâm good,â he stuttered. He hurriedly put his dick in his pants and flushed the toilet. He rushed over to the sink, washed his hands and splashed water on his face. Still a bit out of breath, Sean looked up into the mirror.
You canât fuck Foxâs lady. Not after all heâs done for you. That shit would be foul and you ainât living like that, Sean told himself. Loyalty was a lesson Fox had been drilling in his head since he was a little boy.
Sean swallowed hard, with his nerves on edge; he unlocked the door and turned the knob slowly. When he stepped out of the bathroom he didnât see Adina. Sean let out a long sigh of relief and headed toward the kitchen. He ran right into Fox and Meyer.
âAye . . . you good?â Fox asked, a strange expression on his face.
âYeah . . . um . . . Iâm good. Listen, Iâm about to get out of here. I told you about that thing with Big Mama and the house . . . I need to get her down there early tomorrow to take care of it,â Sean rushed his lies out of his mouth trying to find any excuse to get out of there. He knew Fox was real good at reading him and he didnât want to take a chance on Fox figuring out what had just happened.
âAâight. Thatâs a real standup thing to do,â Fox said, pulling Sean in for a pound and a quick tap hug. âCall me if you need anything. You know I always got your back,â Fox said with sincerity.
âYeah . . . will do,â Sean replied, a ball of guilt sizzling in his gut. Fox walked him out with one last pat on the shoulder. Sean gave Fox a weak smile, guilt keeping him from showing a real one.
Sean rushed into his car and quickly sped down Foxâs driveway to the gates. Sean couldnât stop thinking about the hot, pink center of Adinaâs pussy and what it wouldâve been like to touch it, kiss it and stick his pole all the way into it. Sean licked his lips as the images of Adinaâs beautiful box played over and over in his head. He was driving with tunnel vision and as he pulled to the first light after Foxâs street he almost didnât notice the four black Chevy Impalas in a row that passed him going in the opposite direction toward Foxâs house.
âHmph, cops love that car,â Sean said to himself assuming the caravan of Impalas was the police. âFucking pigs,â he murmured dying for the light to change so he could get the hell away from the area.
As he tapped his hand on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change, he casually glanced over into this passenger seat and noticed the box sitting there.
âAww shit!â he exclaimed, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. âI fucking forgot the rest of his paper! Damn! I never forget to give him his dough,â Sean cursed himself.
He had put the other half of Foxâs money into a boxed wine set just like Fox had instructed, but when Sean had arrived at the mansion, he had been so enamored with the house, heâd mistakenly only grabbed the gift box. Now, he was riding with the rest of Foxâs money, which was real risky.
âNah . . . I gotta go back. I canât have him thinking I tried to short him. Iâm not living like that,â Sean mumbled, shaking his head, disgusted with himself for being so careless. When the light turned, Sean busted a U-turn and headed back to Foxâs house.
When Sean pulled up, he immediately crumpled his face in confusion.
âWhy they got the gate open? That ainât like Fox,â he mumbled to himself, an eerie feeling coming over him.
Sean drove slowly through the opened gates and just as he pulled around into the circular driveway, he noticed Meyer rushing out and climbing into a black Impala. A cold chill shot down Seanâs spine as he
âUmm . . . nah . . . I . . . I . . . Iâm good,â he stuttered. He hurriedly put his dick in his pants and flushed the toilet. He rushed over to the sink, washed his hands and splashed water on his face. Still a bit out of breath, Sean looked up into the mirror.
You canât fuck Foxâs lady. Not after all heâs done for you. That shit would be foul and you ainât living like that, Sean told himself. Loyalty was a lesson Fox had been drilling in his head since he was a little boy.
Sean swallowed hard, with his nerves on edge; he unlocked the door and turned the knob slowly. When he stepped out of the bathroom he didnât see Adina. Sean let out a long sigh of relief and headed toward the kitchen. He ran right into Fox and Meyer.
âAye . . . you good?â Fox asked, a strange expression on his face.
âYeah . . . um . . . Iâm good. Listen, Iâm about to get out of here. I told you about that thing with Big Mama and the house . . . I need to get her down there early tomorrow to take care of it,â Sean rushed his lies out of his mouth trying to find any excuse to get out of there. He knew Fox was real good at reading him and he didnât want to take a chance on Fox figuring out what had just happened.
âAâight. Thatâs a real standup thing to do,â Fox said, pulling Sean in for a pound and a quick tap hug. âCall me if you need anything. You know I always got your back,â Fox said with sincerity.
âYeah . . . will do,â Sean replied, a ball of guilt sizzling in his gut. Fox walked him out with one last pat on the shoulder. Sean gave Fox a weak smile, guilt keeping him from showing a real one.
Sean rushed into his car and quickly sped down Foxâs driveway to the gates. Sean couldnât stop thinking about the hot, pink center of Adinaâs pussy and what it wouldâve been like to touch it, kiss it and stick his pole all the way into it. Sean licked his lips as the images of Adinaâs beautiful box played over and over in his head. He was driving with tunnel vision and as he pulled to the first light after Foxâs street he almost didnât notice the four black Chevy Impalas in a row that passed him going in the opposite direction toward Foxâs house.
âHmph, cops love that car,â Sean said to himself assuming the caravan of Impalas was the police. âFucking pigs,â he murmured dying for the light to change so he could get the hell away from the area.
As he tapped his hand on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change, he casually glanced over into this passenger seat and noticed the box sitting there.
âAww shit!â he exclaimed, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. âI fucking forgot the rest of his paper! Damn! I never forget to give him his dough,â Sean cursed himself.
He had put the other half of Foxâs money into a boxed wine set just like Fox had instructed, but when Sean had arrived at the mansion, he had been so enamored with the house, heâd mistakenly only grabbed the gift box. Now, he was riding with the rest of Foxâs money, which was real risky.
âNah . . . I gotta go back. I canât have him thinking I tried to short him. Iâm not living like that,â Sean mumbled, shaking his head, disgusted with himself for being so careless. When the light turned, Sean busted a U-turn and headed back to Foxâs house.
When Sean pulled up, he immediately crumpled his face in confusion.
âWhy they got the gate open? That ainât like Fox,â he mumbled to himself, an eerie feeling coming over him.
Sean drove slowly through the opened gates and just as he pulled around into the circular driveway, he noticed Meyer rushing out and climbing into a black Impala. A cold chill shot down Seanâs spine as he
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