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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

Paul continued to bop his head to the beat and watch his friend enjoy himself. The scent of Glow by Jennifer Lopez intruded on Paul’s senses, taking him on a brief trip down memory lane. He had woken up to the scent of that mixed with sex on quite a few moments during a summer gone by. He only knew one girl who wore that fragrance and when he turned around, he found himself face to face with her.

“Oh, shit!” Paul blurted out.

Isabel was a short Puerto Rican girl with toned legs and a serious ass. She and Paul had had a one-night stand that lasted over a year right before he hooked up with Marlene. Whenever he and Isabel would hook up, they’d have wild drunk sex that was like nothing he had ever experienced. Isabel had a head game that a lot of chicks needed to study.

“Long time, stranger,” Isabel said, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face.

“What’s good, ma?” He pulled her close to him. “I see you changed your hair color.”

“That isn’t all that’s changed,” she said, poking her chest out.

At first he was confused, but upon closer examination he realized that her breasts were different. Back when he was hitting it she was about a B cup, but since then she had stepped it up to a high C. Paul tried to keep from staring at her ass in the tight-fitting dress she wore, but the fact that he knew what she looked like under it made it hard not to.

“So who you in here with?” she asked, drawing his attention back to her exotic face.

“My nigga Larry Love,” he said.

“You still fucking with that fat muthafucka?”

“You know that’s my dude, so I don’t know why you in here about to talk sideways about him.”

“Because he’s a big-mouthed piece of shit,” Isabel stated. “Yo, my homegirl and her baby’s father ain’t been the same since.”

Around the time Paul and Isabel were messing around, they had made the mistake of hooking Larry up with one of her friends. Paul was against it, because he semi-knew the girl’s man and didn’t feel comfortable with the setup. Still, they insisted and the girl gave Larry the pussy. He had the girl doing all kinds of wild shit and when the novelty died out, he stopped calling her. Had it ended at that, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but it didn’t.