“So, you sayin’ you want it?” Sauce asked cautiously.
“I’m sayin’ you damn near got a whole b***h out here and i’m far from a number two type b***h. … And I’m more than a fat ass that can easily get your d**k hard,” Mikayla said coldly.
Sauce nodded his head in understanding. Her words had helped him to see the totality in which she viewed him and the complete dynamic of what their future relationship would be, if any. The brief moment of sensitivity that had fueled Mikayla’s response screamed volumes compared to the years of sassiness, which he saw now had been nothing more than loud silence.
For most of her life she had been reduced to playing number two. She had been forced to be number two to her mother’s drug addiction. She had always been nothing more than his number two in regard
