Later Blake returned.

*Blake's return home was met with a kiss from Mike, though his usually warm embrace seemed tinged with unease. She attributed his nervousness to the unsettling behavior of their new black neighbors the previous evening. Just as she began to comfort him, a sharp knock at the door interrupted their moment.*

*Blake opened it to find Tyrone, one of the imposing figures from the night before, standing in the hallway. His attire screamed gangster chic, and the faint scent of marijuana clung to him like a badge of honor. A formidable-looking black woman loomed behind, her presence both intimidating and intriguing.*

*Tyrone greeted Blake and Mike with a firm handshake, offering a half-hearted apology for the previous night's disruptions. Tyrone gave Blake and Mike a big box with tons of pills box called BLK with a spade logo on them, he said it was to boost the immunity system, it was is business. "*"

*Tyrone handed the large box of pills, emblazoned with a bold spade logo, to Mike with a nod. "Boosts your immune system, y'know? Can't be too careful these days," he explained with a sly grin, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.*

*Mike accepted the gift with a **** smile, trying to appear gracious despite the uneasy feeling the pills evoked. He glanced at Blake, hoping for reassurance, but her expression remained neutral as she watched the exchange.*

*Tyrone continued, "And don't worry 'bout the noise at our parties no more. We'll keep it down, keepin' it respectful for our neighbors." With that, he turned to leave, gesturing for the imposing woman behind him to follow.*

*As soon as the door closed behind Tyrone and his companion, Mike's unease bubbled to the surface. He turned to Blake, his brow furrowed with concern.*

"I don't like the way he looked at you," *Mike admitted, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy.* "And those pills... I think they're more than just some immune booster. It feels like some kind of illegal **** to me."

*He paced the room, his mind racing with possibilities. The thought of returning the suspicious package crossed his mind, but Blake's words halted his steps.*

"Mike, we shouldn't return them," *Blake cautioned, her tone measured.* "We've established a connection with them now. If we reject their gift, it might put us in a bad light."

*Her reasoning was sound, but Mike's instincts screamed otherwise.*

*Mike's anxiety persisted as he considered the mysterious pills, his distrust of Tyrone and his ilk running deep. "Let's just stash this box away somewhere and forget about it," he suggested to Blake, his tone firm with resolve.*

*Blake nodded in agreement, sharing Mike's wariness of the unsavory neighbors. However, her news about their workplace offered a glimmer of hope. "Actually, there's been a change at the office," she revealed, a hint of excitement coloring her voice.* "Our new supervisor is black, but he's nothing like those guys. He's very professional, well-dressed, and seems genuinely nice."

*Mike's face brightened at the prospect of a positive interaction for Blake in her workplace*

*As the day drew to a close, Rily retreated to her room to rest up for her studies, leaving Mike and Blake alone once more. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate as they slipped into their familiar routine, preparing for a night of intimacy.*

*In the dimly lit bedroom, Blake's voluptuous figure emerged from the shadows, her ample breasts straining against the fabric of her nightgown. As Mike's hands roamed over her curves, she let out a soft moan, her body responding eagerly to his touch.*

*Their lovemaking was passionate and unhurried, each movement sending ripples through Blake's magnificent form. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every thrust, the sight driving Mike to greater heights of pleasure.*