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Chanté made Breeze and Primo plates to take with them and walked them to the front door.
“Ya’ll be safe,” she told them as she gave both of them a hug.
Against her better judgment, Breeze went out to Primo’s house instead of going home. She knew that she’d get cursed out by her mother and probably by Dior too, but they’d get over it.
Primo pulled into his two car garage and led Breeze into the house. He took his shoes off at the door so she did the same. She nervously followed him up to his bedroom and sat on the bed while he got undressed. She tried not to stare at his six pack and her eyes almost popped out of her head as he took off his boxers.
His dick wasn’t hard but it was big. She tried, but she couldn’t look away. She took a few deep breaths while he went to take a shower.
“I can get you a t-shirt if you wanna take a shower,” Primo said as he returned with nothing but a towel wrapped around his trim waist.
Breeze took a shower and wondered what the hell she was doing in this man’s house at ten o’clock at night, knowing her mother would be home in less than an hour. When she got out of the shower there was a white t-shirt on the counter. She put on some of the lotion on the counter and slipped into the t-shirt.
Primo was in bed underneath the covers, watching TV when she came out of the bathroom. She climbed in next to him and they started to talk.
She asked him everything that she’d wondered about him since she was fourteen years old and had laid eyes on him for the first time.
“You got kids?” she asked.
“Nah.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“Nope.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh.”
“I’m just fuckin’ wit’ you. Chicks ain’t about shit these days,” he told her.
“What you mean?” she asked.
“Everybody want a nigga that can take care of them and that’s cool, but a nigga need a bitch that can hold him down, too.”
“I can understand that,” Breeze said as she rubbed his flat stomach, thinking that she could definitely hold him down.
“I done fucked wit’ bitches wit’ decent jobs or that was in school doin’ they thing, then they got comfortable wit’ a nigga and didn’t wanna do shit but spend money and sit on they asses.”
Breeze had always thought that being a boss nigga’s girl was job enough, but if he wanted her to stay in school and hold things down at home she’d do that. She’d do just about anything to show him that she was the perfect girl for him.