Chapter 3
Dos
Ilaid in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of my own fucked-up choices pressing down on me. Mia was curled up against my side, her nails tracing lazy circles on my chest. The room smelled like sex and her vanilla-scented lotion. It had been months since I’d been here, but it felt too easy to fall back into old habits.
She shifted, propping herself up on her elbow, her dark eyes studying me. “So, tell me something, Dos.”
I turned my head slightly, catching the edge of the smirk on her lips. I already knew where this was going.
“What’s up?” I muttered, running a hand over my face.
“You asked Ivy to marry you.” She paused, waiting for me to look at her. When I didn’t, she pushed on. “So why the hell are you in my bed?”
I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temples. “Shit, Mia… I thought we were done.”
She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah, I thought so, too. And yet, here we are.”
Silence stretched between us before she sighed and shook her head. “What’s going on, Dos? For real.”
I turned to face her, leaning on my side. “I think I’m getting played.”
Her brows furrowed. “By Ivy?”
I nodded. “And Uno.”
She scoffed, sitting up and pulling the sheet around her. “Uno? You think they got something going on?”
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t know for sure. But something’s off. Ivy’s been acting weird since I proposed. And Uno… that nigga been too quiet. I can feel it.”
Mia shook her head slowly, processing what I was saying. “Damn. That’s wild.”
I couldn’t tell her the full story about the three of us. I didn’t need all my business out there. Besides, if she pillow talked to me, there was no telling who else business she was telling or knew. I ran a hand over my head. “Before I get played, I’ll fuck everything up myself.”
She gave me a look. “And what exactly does that mean, Dos? You trying to start some shit?”
I smirked. “Nah. I just need to know what’s going on before I do anything.”
Mia tilted her head, watching me carefully. “So, what do you want from me?”
I sat up, resting my arms on my knees. “Keep an eye on Uno when I ain’t at the club. See what he’s up to. Who he’s with.”
She hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Alright. I can do that.”
I glanced at her, surprised by how quickly she agreed. “You sure?”
She smirked. “Look, if Ivy is out here playing you, I think you deserve to know. And besides… I don’t mind being the one you run to when shit falls apart.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You always on some shit, Mia.”
She shrugged. “I just know how this game is played.”
I leaned back against the pillows, exhaling. “Yeah… me too.”
If Ivy and Uno thought they were gonna play me, they had another thing coming.
“Now that we have that out of the way, you gonna suck this dick before I go or what?”
“Damn nigga, I gotta get ready for work.”
“I’m your boss. You got time. Now show me what that mouth do,” I said as I removed the cover exposing my semi erect weapon. I tapped my stiffness on my lower abdomen as Mia watched with excitement. She assumed the position, placed her hand above mine, wrapped her juicy lips on the tip of my head, and slowly moved down the shaft.
“Shid, Mia, work that dick,” I said, slapping her ass as her back arched. She shook it for me, making her cheeks clap. Just as Mia was working the hell out of my man, my phone buzzed. It was Ivy sending me another text message. I ignored that shit and enjoyed the talents of Mia’s mouth.