"I already got the Magnum glove.
You already got your ass poked up.
So we're past the limit, and there ain't no turnin back now." - R. Kelly ❤

ZAYA

Almond and I are still laughing our asses off. We're in his bed smoking and drinking and just having a great time right now.

"I have a question, honey. Do you even love Tyler?" he asks, growing serious. "I mean... he's cool. I like him a lot but I can't love him. I really try to but for some reason, I can't." I say. "Why not?" he asks, massaging my back. "I don't really know. He's too good to be true, don't you think? I mean, he's good to me but I wonder about him sometimes." I admit.

"I was thinking the same thing, honestly but I don't know. Can you see yourself getting with Prod again?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I think about it every once in a while, but I don't know. Tyler is good to me and all but he's not Prod. It's so different. Prod has flaws, believe me, but the things he did for me were mind blowing regardless of what we went through. Tyler does good things too but like I said, it's not the same." I say.

Almond looks at me then sits down in front of me. "You still in love. That man was your first love... hell, he was your first everything. You even lost your virginity to him when we were younger." he says, causing both of us to laugh.

"Yeah..." I say. "He even gave you your first child." he adds. I nod my head. It's true but I'm scared. I'm stuck in a hard place. "Zaya, can I tell you something that's been on my mind lately?" he asks. "You know you can tell me anything." I say. "Hold on a second." he says, getting out of the bed. He walks into the restroom.

My mouth completely drops as he gets back in the bed. Almond is sexy as hell. He took all of his make up off. He's beautiful as a woman and he's beyond handsome as just a regular guy. "Damn, you look good." I compliment him. He smiles. "Preciate it." he says in his normal voice. I gasp. I haven't heard Almond's natural male voice since we were way younger.

"Oh my God, your voice is so smooth and deep." I say. He chuckles. "What's going on? Why are you showing me the real you?" I ask.

He grabs my leg and starts massaging my ankles. "Zaya, don't laugh and don't judge me but I don't think I'm gay anymore because I'm not attracted to men anymore and when I was flirting with that maid at Prod's house, I didn't feel right. Gay shit annoys me now. Plus, I can't even get hard for Troy anymore and he's irking me like crazy now and like... I'm more attracted to women all of a sudden. Like, when I took those pictures of you to Prod, my dıck got hard and I actually satisfied myself while looking at them, Zaya. I'm ready for women now, I'm done with niggas." he says, then shrugs his shoulders. "I'm through talking like a woman and all that bullshit, it gets old. I'm way past switching and dressing like a damn girl, wearing wigs and shit. Of course, I'll continue to do hair and make up but I'll never wear it again." he adds.

I'm blown away right now. I never saw this day coming at all. "I'm not gay no more, I am delivert! I don't like mens no more, I said I like women!" I exclaim like the guy on stage at that church.

Almond falls out laughing then flips me off. "Shut up, Zaya. But for real, what you think? You think women would even fuck with me after knowing my past?" he asks. I grab his hand. "I accept you no matter what gender you like. Hell, your ass can fall in love with a piranha and I'll still support you." I say. He laughs then hugs me. "On life, I love you." he says. "I love you too." I say.

He stares at me for a second. "You know you the first girl I ever liked? Like... back then? And you remember when we were teenagers and we dated and I gave you head?" he asks. Both of us start laughing.

"Yeah, you were so nervous." I say. He smiles. "Aint it funny how we all turned out? I turned out gay because I was getting molested and råped by my father, you married a king pin, went to jail, and had children. I opened a top salon and now I'm not into niggas anymore. Shit crazy." he says. I chuckle. "It really is." I say.

"Take off your clothes." he says. "For what?" I ask. "I'm trying to... you know, test something." he says. I take my clothes off then look at him. He smiles then looks down. "I'm on hard. I told you." he says. I laugh then begin to get dressed. The doorbell rings. He groans. "Who the fuck at my house?" he says more so to himself.

I put my pajamas back on then grab my pistol off the night stand. I follow him down to the door. He opens it, revealing Prod. "The fuck you want?" he snaps. Prod raises his eyebrow. "Who the fuck is this lil nigga, mane?" he asks me. "Almond." I answer. His face drops. "Surprise, nigga. What you want?" Almond asks. Prod pushes Almond to the side then walks in like he owns the place. "Question. Since when this nigga had a deep voice and looked like a normal nigga do?" Prod asks in confusion. Almond chuckles.

"Why you here?" Almond asks. "Not for yo gay ass." Prod answers. "I'm not even gay no more." Almond says. Prod waves him off. "Yeah, right. Once a dıck sucker, always a dıck sucker. I could put some pųssy in yo face right now and I guarantee you wouldn't know what to do with it." Prod says, chuckling. Almond smirks at me. "Zaya know wassup." Almond says, then walks into the kitchen.

My mouth drops. I can't believe Almond said that. "What he mean by that?" Prod asks. "Nothing. Why are you here?" I ask. He chuckles. "To talk." he says. "About what?" I ask. "Us." he answers. "What about us?" I ask. He pins me to the wall. I look down. "You know what. When you gone drop dude? You know you love me." he says. "No I don't." I say. He kisses my lips, then my neck. He kisses down to my thighs then pulls my pajama shorts off. "Stop." I moan. He pulls my panties to the side then goes down on me. "Craig." I moan. He kisses my thighs. "You love me?" he asks, then goes back to eating me. "No... no, I don't love you." I moan, gripping the side of his head. "Quit telling yourself that shit." he says, picking me up. "What are you doing?" I ask. He ignores me then walks upstairs to the guest room. He lays my body down then starts taking my clothes off. "We can't." I say, sitting up. He kisses my lips, pulling my panties completely down. "We already went haldway." he says, then pulls my shirt off. "Let's finish." he adds.

"Uughh... this is so wrong!" I moan out as he goes in and out of me. He isn't fųcking me, he's making love to me right now and it feels so damn good even though it's wrong. He silences me by gently kissing my lips. He stares in my eyes, still slowly stroking. "I love you, Zaya. I'm in love with you. I don't want nobody but you. I'm sorry for all the shit I ever put you through. I want and need you back and I ain't stopping until I get you." he says, then kisses my lips. "Okay." I moan out. Damn, things are out of hand.

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