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“Yeah, I’ll have some one day. I never planned on kids before I got married because I didn’t want the headache ofhaving a baby mama, or the idea of my kid living apart from me. I plan on being present from the day she pisses on the stick.” I nodded because I can’t say that I wouldn’t mind that. I mean, Keith was present during my pregnancy, but that’s when the change started. It wasn’t drastic, but it was noticeable.

We continued talking while we waited on our food, and I learned Hassan was hilarious and unfiltered. It was a breath of fresh air. He wasn’t trying to put up this fake facade of who he was. With him, it was literally you get what you see.

When the food arrived, I appreciated the aroma of it all. The salmon looked delectable, and I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into it. Taking the first bite, I moaned as the flavors danced around on my tongue.

“Mmmm.” It was so good that I had my eyes closed the whole time, but when I opened them, Hassan was glaring right at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I tend to get a little extra when good food is involved.”

“No need to apologize, but I am taking note.” He winked and I swear I felt it in my clit.

The food was good and so was the conversation. I hated the fact that I knew it was coming to an end. Hassan paid the check and left a heft tip for the waiter. Once he helped me out of my seat, we headed toward the front. I felt eyes on me, so I turned in the direction it was coming from. There stood Keith, glaring a hole into me with some unknown woman on his arm. The look he gave me was icy and sinister, but I didn’t let it show. He may not have known he affected my mood, but Hassan did.

“You know that nigga?” he asked, stepping around me.

“That’s Keith.”

Turning his head in the direction Keith was still sitting in, he started to head in his direction.

“Hassan, no. Don’t let him ruin our night. That’s exactly what he wants.” I pleaded with him with my eyes and eventually he gave in. He turned to look at me and dropped a kiss softly on my lips.

“You got it, mama,” he insisted.

Placing his hand on the small of my back, he escorted me out of the restaurant. The valet brought his vehicle out, and he helped me inside and took off.

“You ready for the night to end?” he asked, gripping my exposed thigh.

“Uhm, no.”

“Good.” He flashed his half pearly, and half iced out smile my way and continued to cruise the downtown Wood Haven. I took my phone out to text Journei to let her know I would be out later than expected.

Me: Hey…I’ll be out a little longer. Is Finny still okay?

She responded almost instantly.

Best Fren (fingers crossed emoji): Girl, bye! Go let that man slurp you up like an icee on a hot day in hell. We’re fine. Don’t text us back. Love you.

I didn’t even bother with telling her about Keith’s ass because, knowing her; she blocked me to keep me from texting or calling. Reluctantly, I put my phone back in my purse and sat back in seat and listened to the music flowing through the speakers.

“I hope you weren’t crazy enough to be texting that nigga while you were with me. Baby daddy or not, I’on play thatdisrespectful shit.” He gripped my thigh as he spoke, and I let my eyes trail to where his hand was and then back to his face.

“I don’t even talk to Keith about his daughter, so I have no desire to talk to him about anything else. That was Journei. I was letting her know I would be a little late,” I explained.

He nodded and continued his drive to his house. When we pulled up to a massive house out in The Hills, I was floored. The Hills were just as exquisite as The Estates. It just had more of a country feel. He pulled through the gates and parked in the enormous garage next to a blacked out Denali. I noticed a matte black G-Wagon parked on the other side of the truck. After shutting the car off, he swaggered around the front of the car and helped me out. We entered through a side door that looked as if it led to a sitting area. It was decorated with cream and gold. There was a bookshelf on one wall that was filled with books. I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover because he definitely doesn’t strike me for the reading type.

“This is nice,” I complimented.

“Thanks. You want a drink?” He asked, leading the way into what I knew was the kitchen. He had a bar area set off to the side where it housed a variety of liquors. “I have wine in the cooler if you want something lighter.”

“No, whatever you have here is fine. Tequila would be perfect.” Nodding, he took down two shot glasses and two bottles of tequila. One silver and one gold.

“You got a preference?” he asked.

“Silver is fine.”

While he poured my shot, he poured himself one, but of the gold one. Taking my shot to the head, I placed the glass back on the counter and took the liberty of pouring another one.

“Damn, shorty. Slow down. I don’t want or need you to be drunk off your ass. Why you taking ’em down like that anyway?” he asked, tossing his own shot back. I stared at him nervously, thinking about if I should tell him the truth or not.

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