But after seeing Jaylin’s hands holding that thing, I knew he was capable of breaking a bitch down with that mutha hanging between his legs. He was mad at me, but ask me if I cared. Eventually, he’d get over it, just as I had done with the numerous arguments we’d had. Honestly, I had gotten to like his silly self. I was the only person in this house capable of killing him with kindness. Behind all that hardness was a man who liked to have fun. I saw it from the moment I laid eyes on him, and, at first, I wasn’t interested in screwing him or anything like that. The crush I had was on Roc, but I wanted to see how this thing with him and Chase was going to play out. Now, I wasn’t so sure if I cared about that. Jaylin’s dick looked delicious, and I’d be a fool not to at least try to get a piece of it. Then again—all BS aside—I wasn’t no dick-hungry chick. I talked a lot of bull, but if or when it ever came down to the real deal, I wasn’t sure if I would put up a thing.
