It was Slade’s turn to wait for Knox’s call, and since he was beefing with Farah, he didn’t mind it one bit. Their fight fucked his head up, and he had all intentions of staying true to his word, and cutting her off for good. It wasn’t like they fucked, so why was he tripping anyway? After she popped off at the mouth, he knew she couldn’t be the woman in his life. He’d be liable to kill her.“What’s on your mind?” Shannon said as she leaned on him, while they sat on the sofa and watched TV. Since his “no touch” vow was broken, courtesy of Farah, he rubbed her arm. It wasn’t as loving as when he touched Farah; instead, it was as if he were trying to start a fire with two pieces of wood. “It don’t seem like I have your undivided attention. And after all the things I did to you earlier”—she grinned, groping his dick through his jeans—“I think I at least deserve a smile.”He stopped rubbing her and said, “How come you always bring up what you do for me?”
