The Lie Between Us — By Riley Baxter
On June 18th, Riley Baxter returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
For a second, I’m mesmerized by the mystery woman because she is thick in all the right places. Her ass is sitting perfectly, her thick thighs are on display, and her pretty toes are done in white. Shit, my ass is nearly drooling. Her sister locs are swaying at her neck, making me want to get a closer inspection to see if they’re soft or not. Damn, she’s a baddie.
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I recall when we first met a long time ago.
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While everyone else focuses on the bride and groom as they begin dancing to the old-school Gerald Levert song, something, or someone else, pulls my attention to them. Unconsciously, I follow the woman with mocha skin, perfectly arched eyebrows, a sleeve on her left arm, and another on her right forearm. My intrigue has me needing to get closer to get an up close and personal view of what they are. Watching the sway of her hips as she holds her phone in the air, intently watching the couple, I move with panther-like movements toward her. The minute I stand beside her, my nose takes in the heavenly smell of her perfume. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.” Nigga, that’s the best you can come up with.
Turning to the side, now facing me, her brows raise in question before something flickers in her eyes, and they become angry slits.
“You got a lot of mothafucking nerve talking to me after what you did.”
“What?” I say as she stalks off, looking like Sophia in The Color Purple when she and Harpo are going to talk to Mister.
“You know her?” Monty walks up asking as the two of us stare in the wake of the angry woman whose name I’m not privileged to know.
“Not that I recall.”
“You fuck and duck or something? She looks too upset for you to not know firsthand who she is.”
“Man, look at shorty. If I fucked her, the last thing I would do is duck her.” The bounce of her ass and the thickness of her thighs have me shifting my weight to tamper the reaction from my dick.
“I’m not sure what you did to T, but please fix it before you have my wife on your ass,” Justin walks up saying before his lips tighten into a grimace.
“T?” I ask, frowning and running my hands through my beard, waiting for him to provide additional information.
“Tashawna. The baddie in the burgundy dress. She and Meleia are best friends and have been since senior year at ShayNae.” A lightbulb of recognition goes off in my head from the name Justin provides.
“Fuck my life. Man, you remember the rumor I spread at your school about a girl who slept with the band members?”
“Vaguely.”
“She’s the girl… Damn. No wonder she hates my ass.” I rubbed my hand over my head, knowing how deep this shit with her went.
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