I spit, rinsed the toothbrush and put it back in its holder. Seems the douchebag put out a coupla bids for the same jobs. “Bunch of MCs havin’ trouble with Angelo Buonarroti. “What’s the meeting about?” I mumbled around the toothbrush. Grabbing Frankie’s toothbrush, I loaded it with toothpaste and shoved it in my mouth.
“So, why did I have to stay at the club?” Scooping water in my hands, I started washing my face. I pulled my hair up and turned on the faucet. “Remind me why we had to sleep at the club?” I asked, stepping into my underwear then slipping my jersey cotton sheath dress over my head. Glaring at him, I headed into the bathroom to dress. I jumped backwards and slapped his hands away. Which wasn't very hard but I did manage to shove him off to the side so I was able to roll away.įrankie rolled too, reaching for me.
"Ahhh!" I yelled, shoving him as hard as I could.
"I'm tryin’ babe but you're not lettin’ me back in." Grunting, he pushed himself up a few inches. I almost wished he would start whoring around at the club and give me break. Fuckin' naked and underneath me."įrankie was insatiable. Groaning, Frankie collapsed on top of me.
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