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smile crested her face.
    I paid a short snicker to her coyness. “Good to know. But there’s also something important for you to know.” Her gaze turned expectant. “I’m not looking for love or marriage. I’m not doing this for those purposes. I don’t want to disrupt your expectations with my agenda. Let’s just have a good time at a pace we’re both comfortable with.” With little apparent hesitation, Erika shook her head in agreement. I took a step back and noticed my armor waiting. I’d told Barry to come and get me at noon if I wasn’t out of the meeting. I took Erika by the hand, feeling a little fucked up about leaving so quickly. I didn’t want to hurt this girl. It was bad enough I had ulterior motives for agreeing to this shit in the first place. “I have to get out of here. You have my number.”
    “Yeah.” She nodded. “And you have mine,” she murmured before reaching up to pull me down by my collar and swiped her tongue down my throat.
    Erika was swift and forceful with her movements. Momentarily jarred, I caught on in seconds. She pulled back first and with slanted eyes she purred, “I’ve been waiting to do that for too long. See you later, Stent.” She backed away seductively, then with perfect agility, turned on her heel back towards the conference room.
    I must admit, I was uneasy about this, but as I walked out, I reminded myself about Erika’s long, hot-and-cold relationship with the rapper, Shirez, from Detroit. We had a few friends in common, who had been reporting back to me with their affairs. One person in particular was a forward on my team from the Motor City. He said they were in Cabo San Lucas just last month. I was bothered by how that fact didn’t bother me at all. I couldn’t give a fuck. If they continued to use discretion, he could continue to fuck Erika for all I cared.
    The very reason I didn’t sweat it was the same that I had to get my black ass across these bridges. My little man was getting four big boy shots today and I was nervous as shit.
     
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    Then
    October 2008
    ~ Zoey ~
    So not to appear leery as I got out of the truck, I decided to first retrieve the gifts. As soon as I closed the driver’s door, I clicked the fob to lock the truck. Observing the block of desolate and some abandoned homes, I clicked again to unlock the trunk. Once the cargo door was lifted open, I clicked to lock the truck again. Jordan was in the back seat, sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to disturb him, but I also felt the need to be extra cautious with having him on the Westside of Brick City.
    Once I had the gifts in hand, I headed to the back seat to retrieve his baby bag then unhook him from the base of the car seat. When I locked the truck for the last time, I gathered Jordan by the handle of the car seat, lifted the gifts, and wobbled up the stairs to the address my mom had given me the night before. While swaying my way up the cemented stairs, I caught the captivated eyes of the neighbors sitting on the porch. It was nearly noon, but the block was relatively quiet. I rang the doorbell and waited…anxiously.
    Hurry up, please…
    “Yo!”
    And there it was.
    I turned my head, not my body, to the nosey neighbors and found a chocolate, thin framed young man who could be no more than seventeen. His hair was unkempt, knotted with gray matter interspersed. His eyes were big and yellow, though he appeared very sober. There was crust about his mouth and I could tell he’d just recently awakened for the day.
    “That’s StentRo’s seed?” he asked.
    I don’t know why but my eyes rolled down to Jordan before I shook my head. Was that a mistake? Should I have lied? Would we be attacked or robbed because of who his father is? I didn’t know the etiquette of handling Stenton’s fans, or enemy’s, from his famed celebrity I’d been thrust into recently with Jordan.
    “Oh, shit! Could I come see?” he asked, clearly excited.
    “Leave her alone, T-Murder,”