Sam is standing against his truck in front of Jasmine's apartment building when Brent, wearing a backpack, runs up to the entrance before doing a double-take at Sam. Sam greets him with a nod and Brent walks up to him.

"So, you're my father?"

"Nah. I'm not."

Brent nods, slightly disappointed.

"If your mom's home, do you mind telling her to come down here?"

Brent raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Are you sure? You don't know her like I do. You dodged a bullet. I would run if I were you."

"Yo, that's mad crazy you feel that way about your own mother."

He shrugs. "It's facts. I'll go see if she's home." Brent walks back to the building.

"Aye Brent..."

He stops in his tracks, looking back at Sam.

"If you ever need to get away, you can come to my gym. I'll make sure you can get in."

"You own a gym? Which one?"

"Carter's"

Brent nods in admiration. "That's what's up." He opens the doors and then glances over at Sam. "I'll see you later."

About 10 minutes later, Jasmine comes running out of the building like a teenager going to see her crush. "I knew you would come." She grins at Sam, and walks right up to him, barely leaving any space for him to move.

Her closeness catches Sam off guard at first. He then looks her up and down, observing her slight provocative stance towards him. He shakes his head in disbelief. "We need to talk."

"Wait, you don't mind me being in front of you like this? The other day, you literally ran away from me when I sat next to you."

"Jasmine-"

She gasps. "I know what it is. There's trouble in paradise," she assumes, smirking at the thought.

Sam sighs, but tries to keep his patience. "Jasmine, I need you to listen to me."

"Okay, Zaddy." She winks at him. "I'm all ears."

"Look, in order for us..." He clears his throat, trying to get his next words out. "... in order for us to make this work, you have-"

"Wait, what did you just say? Work it out?" Jasmine's eyes are extremely wide.

"Yo, stop cutting me off."

Jasmine pretends to zip her mouth closed, barely able to hold in her excitement.

"I need you to be honest with me about everything. Or this is not going to work."

"Okay, but what do you mean this is not going to work? Are you saying you're willing to give us another shot?"

"Jasmine, I need you to tell me if there's anything I need to know before we get further into this conversation."

She shakes her head, quickly. Not wanting to admit to anything.

"You're lying to me, right now. So, this conversation isn't gonna work." He starts to leave and Jasmine grabs his arm.

She stares into his eyes, fixing her mouth to speak.

"What is it?" He asks impatiently.

"Brent isn't yours. But I'm sure you already know that."

"Why would you lie about that?"

"I didn't think you would try to take a test. I just wanted you to be back in my life, and I knew you would be good around my son."

"And you're basing that off of what? You don't know what kind of person I am, now."

"Well, I actually do. Remember... Jamie's been telling me everything about you."

Sam tucks in his bottom lip in an attempt to not get angry.

"Even if Jamie never told me anything, I always knew how good of a man you'd be. I just hate that I-"

He cuts her off. "Who's Brent's father?"

"... Someone I met after we broke up. He died before Brent was born."

"He died, and years later you try to pin that responsibility on me. You don't see how fucked up that is?"

"Yes, I lied about Brent, but now that you're willing to make things work with me, I will never lie again. Just give me a chance. I promise you, I can make you the happiest man alive. I know you're not happy with your girlfriend. When you were with me, you used to smile all the time."

He stares at her for a moment. "...So, you want me to cheat on her like you cheated on me?"

"Sam-"

"No. Answer the question."

"No, I don't want you to cheat on her. I want you to leave her."

"Wow."

"Sam, I was young. People change. I wish you would get over that."

"I'll get over it, when you tell me why you did it."

"I told you. I was being selfish."

"If you lie to me again, I'm going to leave."

"I'm not lying to you. That's why I cheated."

"Alright. I'm out." He turns to leave.

"Sam, what do you want me to say?" She pleads.

He whips his head back towards her. "The truth. I want you to stop bullshitting me and tell me the truth for once. Why the fuck would you cheat on me, when I gave you everything?" He shakes his head, immediately regretting his emotional tone.

"I don't wanna hurt your feelings."

"You can't hurt my feelings anymore. So what is it? Were you already fucking him before I caught you? What? Just say it?"

"Sam..."

"I'm not going to ask you again, Jasmine."

She takes a long deep breath. "Fine. That was the first time I ever did anything with that guy. But..." She hesitates.

"Shit, yo. Just boss up and say that shit."

"I'm trying damnit."

"You're not trying hard enough."

She rolls her eyes at him. "It still surprises me how much of a jerk you are now."

"Well shit. I'm surprised Jamie didn't tell you that part about me, too," he fires back, sarcastically.

"You know what he did tell me? He told me you punched him because he was talking to me. That sounds like jealousy. Meaning, you still care about me."

"Dead that shit. Just finish what you were saying."

"I'm going to stop sugar coating shit, since you wanna be such a dick."

"Good. I'm waiting."

She chuckles in disbelief. "I was messing around with a few other guys while we were together."

Sam squints hard, processing her confession. Jasmine sees the change in his demeanor, and starts to look at him sympathetically.

"I loved being with you, Sam. I really did. To this day, I have never met a man like you. Even though we were young, you had such a sweet old soul. But... you-I... Sam, I wasn't satisfied. Yes, you treated me really good, but I needed someone to really... I needed someone who could dick me down."

Sam is speechless.

"I don't know if it was because I was more experienced than the girls you had sex with before me. But no matter what I suggested to you, you could never deliver like I wanted you to."

Hurt is written all over Sam's face.

"Now, do you see why I said I was being selfish?"

A moment later, Sam swallows his pride and straightens his face. "Take care Jasmine." He turns around, walking towards the driver's side.

"Wait, where are you going? I thought we were going to work something out?"

Sam ignores her as he opens the door.

"Hellooooo. I'm talking to you." Sam hops inside, and Jasmine runs over to his side, banging on the hood of the truck. "Sam!"

Sam starts the engine and then rolls his window down. "I advise you to stay far away from me or from anything that has to do with me."

"What?"

"I'm getting a restraining order against you."

"Are you serious? You said this could work out if I told you the truth."

"And it did. This conversation worked out, because you told me the truth."

"Mutherfucker." She slaps his face, causing it to turn red. "You had me open up to you, just so you can shit on me. Fuck you!"

"Damn. That's exactly how I felt when you allowed me to get into a relationship with you, and then you shitted on me."

Jasmine stares him down, rage taking over her.

"Get the fuck off my car. This time I will run you over," he says in a relaxed tone.

Jasmine doesn't move, so Sam puts the gear in Reverse and releases his foot off the brake. Jasmine still doesn't budge, too busy scowling at him.

Sam slowly puts the gear in Drive.

"I hope that girlfriend of yours cheats on you, too," she barks.

All of a sudden, Sam's face becomes the angriest face ever. All of his emotions rush to it and with the speed of light, Sam presses on the gas causing Jasmine to jump back. He barely misses her. Sam speeds down the street.

"Fuck youuuuuuuu!" Jasmine drags it out, causing pedestrians to look at her like she's crazy.

___

SHORT WHILE LATER

Sam's POV

"Aye!"

Turning towards the voice, I see the kid I paid to knock on Yemi's door a couple of weeks ago.

"Your girlfriend let you back in?" He extends his fist, and I pound it.

"Yeah, we good, now."

"Coo'."

"So, did you get your bike fixed?"

"Yep! Thanks man. You know... If she ever kicks you out again, I'm in Building 6, apartment A. You can pay me to knock on her door anytime."

I chuckle. "I appreciate it, but Imma make sure she never leaves me again."

"Yeah, yeah. That's what y'all old folks say all the time. Next thing you know, y'all having makeup sex."

I wasn't in the mood to laugh, but I can't help but to laugh at that. "Yo, y'all kids know too much."

He shrugs, grinning hard.

"Alright youngin'. Be easy." We dap again before going our separate ways.

As I'm walking to Yemi's building, my mind goes back to what Jasmine told me about Yemi. I wouldn't know what to do if she ever fucked with another man. I know Yemi isn't like that. But then again, I didn't think Jasmine was like that either.

I know it's probably fucked up to think like that, especially since I'm in a grown ass relationship, now, and not in a college one. But damn, I can't believe her ass was fucking around the whole time I was with her. Knowing that shit now, though, will definitely help me move the fuck on. That's for sure.

I ring the doorbell and not too long after, Yemi opens the door with lace booty shorts and a t-shirt on. She leaps up to her tippy-toes, giving me a quick kiss on my lips.

"Hey, handsome. You okay?"

One thing about this goddess is that no matter how hard I try to hide it, she will always know something is heavy on my mind. "Yeah, I'm cool."

"I don't believe that."

I walk inside and close the door behind me, smelling food in the air. "What are you cooking?"

"Salmon, roasted potatoes and veggies. You didn't eat already, did you?"

"Not since lunch."

"Good. I cooked a lot. So Imma get you full tonight."

I sit down at the barstool and just watch her do her thing at the stove. I'll never forget that day she cooked all that food for me when I was in a wheelchair. She had me in a fuckin' spell, I swear.

"So, babe how did it go with her?"

"I really don't wanna talk about it."

She turns around and throws her hands on her hips. "Really, Sam? You're gonna close off, now?"

What man wants to tell their woman they got cheated on 'cause they couldn't put it down in bed?

"Oh shoot, I didn't even ask if you wanted something to drink."

"It's cool. I'll get it."

"No, babe. I got it. I know you had a hard day, today. So, I'm gonna take good care of you."

I smile. "I appreciate that, ma. Can you get me some water please?" I watch her every move as she pulls a glass out from the cabinet and the filtered water out from the fridge.

My little mamas... my breath of fresh air. Well... there's really nothing little about that ass and those titties.

I shake my head just thinking about them. And those hips... gotdamn. My thoughts are interrupted by a glass of iced water being placed in front of me. "Thank you, beautiful."

"Anything for you. Now, talk to me please. Tell me what's on your mind."

I sigh. Not really knowing where to start.

"Wait; let me lower the fire, so you can have my full attention." I stare at her focusing on the oven and the stovetop. Her ass is really making me wanna do something. But damn, I wonder if she enjoys it as much as I do.

She returns to me, grabbing my hand as she sits on the other barstool. "Do I satisfy you?" Damn, that shit just came out on its own.

She tilts her head, as if I just confused her. "Yeah, babe. What makes you ask me that?"

"I mean, are you satisfied when we have sex?"

She really looks confused now. "Umm, yeah. You can't tell?"

"I can. But you could be faking it, you know."

"I'm definitely not faking it"

I see her do this thing with her eyes, like a light bulb just lit up or some shit.

"Wait... does this have anything to do with your ex?"

I nod. "... She told me she was unhappy with me. That's why she cheated."

"Oh. Well, I have no complaints over here. Sometimes, I feel like I can't handle you. So, you don't have to worry about that with me."

I smirk at her. "You're trying to butter me up?"

"No, I'm being for real, babe." She leans closer to me and throws her arms around my neck. "You sir, are the best thing that's ever happened to me." She kisses me. "Do I have to show you just how much I appreciate you?" She kisses me again.

I take a sip of my water, smiling at her words. "You know, you can show your appreciation whenever you want. That's fine with me."

She takes the cup out of my hand, and takes a sip out from it. An ice cube gets into her mouth and she starts sucking on it. A moment later, she takes the cube out and rubs it on my lips.

While I'm sitting down, she stands up and starts sucking on my body while rubbing the melting ice cube along the way. She kisses my chin, my collarbone, across my chest, and then down to my stomach.

By the time she reaches my abs, the ice is completely melted. She takes another cube out of the glass, placing it in her mouth before swirling it around.

I'm smiling at this point. "What you about to do with that?"

"You'll see." That smirk is turning me on even more.

She kneels in front of me, pulling down my sweatpants and then my boxers. My little man springs up and she smiles at me, like she's about to give me the best head ever.

She flicks my dick with her tongue, and then I feel her mouth go down on it with the ice tucked into her cheek. I have never experienced anything like this in my life.

I feel something tight around my dick, so I look down and see two of her fingers making circular motions around the bottom of it. Then she brings those same fingers behind my balls and massages it while still doing her thing with her mouth. This feels so good, I think my toes are curling.

She's licking and sucking all over my little man, from every angle, while rubbing on my thighs. I hear her making a humming noise, and it's causing my shit to vibrate. Fuck. I can't hold it in anymore. I release a quick little moan, and she looks up at me.

"Mm-hmm," she breathes out.

"Damn, ma." This tingly feeling is amazing.

Water is splashing everywhere. She starts sucking air in while moving her mouth up and down on my little man, like a vacuum. Just when I didn't think it could get any more intense than this, she deep-throats me, her lips tightly fitting around my dick.

I feel her tongue slowly zigzagging to the bottom and then back up to the head with her lips damn near stuck on it.

Fuuuuuck. She sticks her tongue in the pee-hole.

I gotta be doing something right if she's doing this shit to me.

Now licking and rubbing me off with her hand, I look down admiring this view of her working her magic. The way she's focusing on me, and stealing glimpses every now and then is so fuckin' sexy.

She puts little man back into her warm, wet mouth. She's going up and down, in a rhythm, and I literally feel like I'm flying. My soul is riding on the wing of an airplane and I'm swooshing through heavy ass clouds.

Shit, now I'm falling down from the sky, and this shit is mad wild. My dick is jumping and throbbing like crazy.

I need her to get off me right now, but I gotta take this shit like a pro.

Yoooo... I'm missing a piece of my soul. I can't even see anymore. There are bright lights everywhere. "Mamas, what are you doing to me?"

Her hand starts playing with my dick again. "How you're feeling, right now, is exactly how you make me feel every time you're inside of me," she says in between licking and rubbing.

She puts her mouth back on it, and deep throats it while rubbing my balls. "I'm about to nut, ma." She lifts her head up, and does some magic shit with her hands. All of a sudden I'm seeing fireworks.

I slide on the floor and just lay there.

I hear her giggling, as I'm going in and out of sleep. "I hope you never again second guess how you make me feel." She pecks my lips, and then I slowly fall asleep as I watch her ass jiggle all the way back to the kitchen.

I really do love this woman. I really do.