Stigma

XX.

Symphoni "Sym" Peterson. (IN MM WITH LEO & A NEW GUEST🌚)

"You're clean."

"Thank you." I sighed in relief, jumping off the bed.

I don't know exactly when Amaru cheated and the extent, so I got tested to be sure he didn't pass anything to me.

Jennifer looks like she sucked and fucks everything that had money. That's most niggas in Florida.

"You're welcome. Guess who's in town?"

"Who?" I smiled seeing Dr. Fischer smiling himself.

The doctor opened to his little brother, Harry.

"Harry!" I smiled even harder, pulling him into a tight hug.

He hugged me tighter releasing me. He looked me over. "You look beautiful."

"You don't look too bad yourself. What you doing back in town?"

"I came to see how you are doing."

"Quit playing. You know you came to see me." Doctor smacked his teeth, sitting his clipboard to the side.

"But right now I'm seeing beautiful Symphoni. How have you been? It's been a long time."

"I took a small break but now I'm back and better than ever. How about you?"

"Great. Would you be interested in a lunch date?"

"I'm down." I shrugged not seeing it as an issue.

After the club visit two weeks ago I blocked his number.

"Well I'll let y'all go since I have a date of my own."

"I know who it's with." I laughed pointing at William (Doctor Fischer).

"I bet you do little nosy. Have fun."

"We will. Come on." He smiled.

Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, we left the clinic.

"Where's your car?"

"Right over there." He pointed.

A shiny red Mercedes.

"That car is goals."

"My car or yours?"

"I guess we can go in your car. I've always wanted to ride in a Mercedes."

"Wishes do come true."

I thanked him after he helped me inside.

As he drove through many living developments, I couldn't help but to think about Amaru.

His touch, scent, and voice is forever embedded in my mind.

And to think he let a bitch taste, let alone see what's mine makes me wanna fuck his shit up.