Taste of Tasia: The Dexal Series, #2

By K. L. Sparks

At 41, Tasia had worked hard to build a life that her mother would be proud of – one full of freedom and self-expression. But these very qualities left her alone for 20 years.

 

Now, she has friends, ones that understand and accept her no matter what — friends that her mother would be proud of.

 

But when 'HE' comes along and begins to pursue her, she makes the mistake of leaving herself open for him to experience her complete honesty. And 'HE' just happens to be the one person she refuses to be honest with, because loving 'HIM' could ruin everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K. L. Sparks
• Release date: Dec 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223430100

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K. L. Sparks

Taste of Tasia

Copyright © 2023 by K. L. Sparks

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Warning

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

Epilogue

Author Notes

About the Author

Also by K. L. Sparks

Warning

This book contains drug use and erotic scenes with dubious consent.

1

Chapter 1

Yo, y’all good! Tasia yelled as she walked into Jamiah’s and Butta’s big ass house. The door was unlocked so someone was home. That wasn’t why she was cautious. She was cautious cause the two were usually naked and fucking somewhere if they weren’t there to greet her. The only reason she walked in this time was because they had called her stating they needed to talk which was unusual. There was nothing she could think of that a phone call wouldn’t handle.

Despite it being Saturday, her party night, and despite Butta and Jamiah giving her options on when the talk needed to happen, she still stopped by as she was in the area. Her dealer wasn’t too far from them, which wasn’t too far from her. She had just made the liberating walk to pick up a couple ounces of MJ and some X, in preparation for her night out. She may be in her early forties but she was still single and still good to go for fun. And from the appreciative stares she got as she strutted her black, split leg sundress, she was aware she still had it.

In the living room. Jamiah called and Tasia let out a breath. They weren’t fucking. Not yet at least.

What up, bitch! Tasia shouted as she walked through the doorway from the foyer. She spotted Jamiah sitting on the couch in a floral print pajama suit in front of a laptop. A small smile graced Jamiah’s lips.

Surprised your skinny ass came on party night.

First… I ain’t as skinny as I use to be. Proud size 10 now. Second, y’all scared the shit out of me telling me y’all need to talk. Your husband ain’t here? Tasia asked, looking around.

He here. Jamiah answered, stretching in her seat before leaning back and relaxing on the couch.

That’s surprising. Tasia muttered.

Jamiah laughed. Why you say that?

He here and y’all not fucking?

We not always fucking. We do other shit too. Jamiah chuckled.

Bitch please. Your part time job is being pregnant. Ask Santha.

That’s ‘cause she’s so good at it. Butta groaned as he walked from the kitchen wearing a tank and some jeans . He sipped a glass of dark liquor and ice as he walked over to Jamiah and kissed her cheek.

Tasia snorted. Good at what, taking dick or being pregnant?

Both. Butta grinned, sitting down beside his wife. Tasia snickered.

Y’all, stop! Jamiah yelled. Tasia put up her hands surrendering the conversation before walking over to the empty recliner in the room. She nearly tripped over a toy on her way there.

Where the kids? Tasia asked, noticing all 9 of them were missing. The house was huge but there was never a time when she didn’t see at least one. By the way, did I tell you you look good for having popped out 9 kids.

Tasia glanced at her larger friend, she was still swollen in places but she had slimmed some and smoothed out her curves. She expected it, Butta made sure to keep her active, given all the damn kids she popped out over the years. It’s a wonder Jamiah let it slide in the current economy but Butta made it clear he could afford it, and given the big ass house and their lack of struggle with Jamiah having left her job, he very well could. She still didn’t know