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I had let myself into Ezra's condo hours ago. After he dropped his spare key off at my job, he let me know he wouldn't be there, when I arrived but to make myself feel at home. I had never been to his condo before he was mostly at our house, I was excited to finally see it. Being nosey I did some snooping throughout the spacious home. It was the classic bachelor pad, dark colors and exposed brick. I didn't mid it, I liked the masculine feel. Once I had my feel of being a snoop I started on dinner, I sent Ezra a list of ingredients to pick up from the store for me. Everything that didn't need to be refrigerated sat on the counter. I was making him meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and corn on the cobb; I hoped he liked it.

I preheated the oven then got to work mixing everything together for the meatloaf. That was going to take the longest to make. Once that was done, I popped it into the oven, I rinsed everything else off and sat it to the side, I wouldn't start making the rest until the meatloaf had forty-minutes left on it. I went into the living room and took a seat on his couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table I turn on the tv, and go to the Netflix app. I flicked through his Netflix to see what he was watching Criminal Minds, Dexter, Mind Hunter, Making a Murder, umm maybe I need to find somewhere else to stay. My mans is lowkey a serial killer, I'd let him murder the cat though. I make a new profile for myself and put on Princess and the Frog. It was my favorite Disney movie, followed by Moana, and Atlantis. Those were my go-to Disney movies. I watched about thirty minutes of the movie before pausing it to go cook the rest of dinner.

I turned on my black girl flow Spotify playlist to help me pass the time. Since I had prepped everything else earlier, I was just waiting on my water to boil. I grabbed his oven mitts and pulled the meatloaf from the oven and sat t on the stove. I grabbed the ketchup and squeezed it on top making sure to spread it around evenly with a spoon. Putting it back in the oven, I worked on the other food. My Type came on while I was waiting for everything to cook. This was my jam; I grabbed my phone and turned the volume all the way up.

Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip

Privacy on the door, I'ma make the shit grip

Rich nigga, eight-figure, that's my type

That's my type, nigga that's my type

Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe

Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night

I sang along to the song twerking an stirring my food at the same time. Does that count as multi-tasking? Could I put this on my resume?

New wrist, new whip, ride around dipped

I can see why, all these basic hoes pissed

Bust down wrist, not a bust down bitch (Ah)

Said I want your man, no the fuck I don't sis (Uh, uh)

If he a rich nigga, why he still hitting licks? (Licks)

Niggas spending bread, but he still can't hit

At this point I was aggressively singing the song, like a bitch really said I want her man. No honey I'm trying to get the funds, your mans not even on my level or radar. You tried it.

Bitch please (Bitch), Lamborghini keys

Pussy dripping ice, he get flown out to me

Bitch please, I want a man with the Bs (Yeah)

Pussy from the Bay, goin' dumb on the D

Yass bitch let me door dash the dick; I've never seen a dick a day in my life. Unless you count porn... I watch a lot of porn and read a lot of erotica. I have a whole Wattpad full of stories. This why I don't have a man now, I'm only in love with fictional characters.

Rich nigga, eight-figure, that's my type

That's my type, nigga that's my type

I stopped singing the song and was just shaking my ass twerking in Ezra's kitchen the chorus was my fave part of the song. I was using the counter to steady myself while I through my ass in a circle, dropped it low and picked it back up, when my music cut off. I continued singing the song as I turned around to see what happened.

"Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe, Bad bitch, I'ma ride Ezra!" she screamed startled by his sudden appearance. "All night." She whispered as she locked eyes with him.

I choked on air after I said that shit. He was looking at me with and unreadable expression on his face as I wished that the floor would open and swallow me whole.

Yeah, I needed for him to retreat to his room and forget that he saw me dancing and that I said I would ride him all night. He stared at me with the same expression for a minute longer before walking away without a word. When I heard his feet on the steps, I hurried and finished cooking.

Ezra

The moment I stepped into my home the smell of food and loud music hit me. I hang my jacket on the coat hanger and follow the sounds and smell, I stop briefly to turn off on the paused children's movie before continuing to the kitchen.

She hasn't noticed that I've come into the kitchen to busy dropping it low and singing the lyrics to song playing. In a daze I pull out my phone and record her. I was aware that this was wrong, it was so wrong it was right. She was bent forward hands on her knees making her ass move in a circle, her pale pink panties flashing as her skirt rode hire.



All for me, it was all for me. It had better be only for me she better not be out there dancing on some little boy like that. Not when I was right here, and she had me. Getting upset at the thought of her touching someone that wasn't me I turn off the music on her phone. Not bothered she keeps singing, slowly she turns the song dying on her lips as she screams my name.

"Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe, Bad bitch, I'ma ride Ezra!" I stared at her slack jawed brain malfunctioning stuck on repeat. She was going to ride me all night, that's what she said. I heard it.

"Dinner will be done in ten minutes if you want to go away." Her words snap me out my haze and leave the kitchen and head upstairs to my room. I press my back to the closed door and run my hand down my face, I wasn't sure if I needed to masturbate or take a cold shower. My dick strained against the zipper of my pants, gripping my hard on over the fabric I groan. Damn, a cold shower it was.

I shed my clothes in my in-suite and walk into the shower, I turn on water and let the cold spray rain on me. Closing my eyes, I run the water through my hair willing my erection to go away. Pressing my head against shower wall I try to get the image of her dancing out of my head.

"I need to get laid." Baby girl downstairs was off limits.

I stared down at my semi flaccid dick that was the best it was going to get at this present time. I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my body. As I step from the bathroom, I hear a knock on my door.

"Ezra, dinner is ready." Her voice is soft nothing like it was when she was singing that song.

"Okay."

I go to my dresser and pull out some grey joggers and a white t-shirt to put on. Once I'm dressed, I head downstairs to the dining room where I see Camilla has our plates ready and she is sitting waiting for me. She stares down into her food.

"It smells delicious Camilla, thank you."

"Oh, it's not a problem, after all you are letting me stay here for the next three days. Cooking for you is the least I can do for being so hospitable."

I pick up my fork and dig into the meal, I let out a groan. "If you reconsider moving in with your friend, you can always live with me and be my personal chef."

"You like it?" She asks timidly looking at me.

"It tastes great Camilla."

She gives me a shy smile and starts eating her own food. "Who taught you how to cook?"

"Well it certainly wasn't my father...." She trails off. "I learned a lot from the internet. My dad benefited from it so he got all the absurd things I asked for." My baby likes to cook noted.

"What's your favorite food to make?"

"Strawberry whip cream cake, and crème brulee."

"Those are desserts."

"Still food. I'll make it tomorrow for dinner." She smiles at me and relaxes back into the chair.

"We can't eat dessert for dinner."

"Sure, you can, but it's for after dinner silly."

I like this side of her she's way more relaxed than I have ever seen her be in the four years I've known her. "Are you excited to be moving out?"

"I mean yes, but I wish it was under better circumstances. I want to have the relationship I use to have with my father when I was younger, but he just wants to keep me under his thumb." She rests her hand in the palm of my hand stares at me, silently watching her. "Maybe I'm idealizing a relationship that never existed in the first place. I don't know, I guess I just want him to see me is all. Sorry for being depressing. How was work?"

Her eyes are glassy from unshed tears, I want nothing more than to scoop her up in my arms, hold her and let her know that everything would be okay. "Work was good. The pitch your father and I were working on went well."

"That's good."

"Yeah, what movie were you watching earlier?"

"Princess and the Frog. AKA best movie ever." That smile was back on her face granted a little smaller but still there.

"Never seen it."

"What?"

"I'm a grown man Camilla."

"That's no excuse. Your manhood is not going to be called into question if you watch a kids movie."

"I can't walk into a kids movie by myself without it seeming like I'm a pedo."

"It's on Netflix. Watch it with me?"

"When?"

"Right now. Just let me put the food away and clean up."

"I can take care of it and you can go change out of your work clothes." It took everything in me to keep my smile off my face.

"Okay." She stood to take her plate in the kitchen.

"Leave it I got it."

"Okay." She sang and skipped off. She really just skipped away happily.

I take our dishes into the kitchen scrape them off and put them in the dishwasher. I take the left-over food and put it away, taking the dirty dishes and putting them in the dishwasher as well. I wipe down the surfaces of the stove and counter, satisfied I grab a beer and head into the living room. Camilla comes traipsing down the steps in maroon booty shorts and a white top. All the blood in my body goes straight to my dick looking at her. She grabs the throw blanket from the arm of the couch and sits next to me.

I turn on the tv and go to Netflix, clicking on the account she created for herself I play the movie from the beginning. She grabs my arm excitedly at the mickey mouse whistling.

"The evening star is shining bright, so make a wish and hold on tight, there's magic in the air tonight, and anything can happen." She sings along to the beginning. I smile at her and wonder how many times she's watched this movie; I fight the urge to pull her closer to me and am content with her just holding on to me.

She doesn't last long thirty minutes into the movie her head rest on my arm as she snores softly. I pause the movie and pick her up, taking her to her room. I place her on the bed, she rolls over snuggling into the blanket. I pause and stare at her shorts, on the back they say baby girl.

I needed a stiffer drink than beer.