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beautiful eyes. “You are always number one. You don’t come second to anything. I show you how much I love you every day.”
    “What is love if it just up and leaves every time a phone call comes in? Every day when you leave me I can't do anything, but worry about you. I used to feel like I was the oxygen that you needed to survive, but you replaced me with money. Am I just a pawn in your game?”
    He let go of my face and stood back to look me up and down. “How the fuck do you feel like a pawn in my game?”
     “You really want the answer to that? It’s because the only time I feel appreciated by you is when we fuckin and suckin.”
    “Is that how you really feel?” Davion asked, grabbing me into his arms. “I appreciate you more than you know.” There was something about Davion that I couldn't resist. But every time we were together, a part of me felt like I was in a danger zone. He was all I wanted, needed and desired. 
    Davion and I had been in love for the past three years and it took him two years out of the three to marry me. At first he wasn't in the streets as much, but when his big brother Detrick died last year he took over his territory which is when he became distant.
    I bit my tongue slightly. I was afraid to hear the answer to what I was about to ask. “Davion would you give it all up for me if I ask you to?” I tried looking into his eyes but he turned away from me.
    “I know that you wouldn't ask me that.” I tried to hide my disappointment of his answer but it was written all over my face.
    “Well, I’m asking you now. What’s it gonna be; me or the streets?”
    “Makayla,” he whined my name. I hated when he did that shit.
    “Please do not ‘But Makayla’ me!”
    “Baby, what do you want from me? Just tell me and I'll make it happen. I can give you anything your heart desires,” Davion pleaded.
    I wanted to punch him square in the mouth because he still didn’t get it.
    “You can’t buy me. There's nothing materialistic that will make this pain in my heart go away. Baby I want you to leave this bullshit alone. Feel where I'm coming from for a change. Davion just leave.”
    “Leave? What the hell are you talking about?”
    “The game, that’s what! Leave the fuckin’ game and make me feel like getting you out wasn’t in vain! Make me feel like you will come back to me every night in one piece!” I felt my emotions hit overdrive as he stood there with his arms folded.
    “Please don't make me choose,” Davion pleaded.
     “Why not? Is it because you already know who you will choose? The thing that hurts the most to me is that I know it’s not me that you will choose.” Tears rolled down my face onto my dress, and as he stared into my eyes, I knew that Davion felt the pain in my trembling voice.
    “I’m tired of this,” Davion commented before lifting me off of my feet and carrying me to our bedroom.
    “You think that sexing me is gonna fix this?” I asked. He laid me in the bed and slowly kissed my lips. With every kiss a tear drop fell onto our lips. The planted kisses were salty and soft, and exactly what I needed at this precise moment. Davion unbuttoned my dress without taking his gaze off of me. I guess he feared that if he looked off, even for a split second, he might have lost me along with my attention. He wrapped his big arms around me and my body craved his touch. His hands were grabbing my thick curves, sending a bolt of electricity through my body. His sweet whispers where like music to my ears.
     
    “Kay, I'm sorry, baby. You know, I love you.” Something about the way he said it made me believe him, but in the back of my mind, I knew this shit would happen again, I wasn't going to be naive, but I was enjoying the moment.
    Davion flickered his soft, long tongue across my ear just the way he knew I loved it; he knew that it was one of my hotspots. He was about to release his inner sex genie. His hands continued to slide up and down my body as every