He didn’t respond for quite some time, though his eyes darted all over my face, as if searching for any grain of falsehood. But I wasn’t lying. Vivette was responsible for locking me in the pantry and then telling Mack that I’d run away from him.
“Vivette?” He asked with an arch of his eyebrow.
I gulped and nodded. “Yes. I—I know you won’t believe me but I swear it was Vivette. She hates me, Mack. She doesn’t like that you give me attention and eat with me. She’s incredibly possessive about you and can’t stand it that you’re giving your time and attention to another woman.”
“But I’m not giving my time and attention to another woman,” he said and flicked my n****e which caused a bolt of pleasure to strike my aching and hungry s*x. “I’m giving my time to my woman. And I want to give my
