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“No daddy, not even a little bit,” she giggled. “I think I want to get you pregnant tonight.”

“You think we’d make some pretty babies.”

“My genes would take all the credit. You’re a lil’ medium ugly Drill.” Dramatically throwing her head back she cackled.

“That shit ain’t that funny, cause from what I know two ugly people make some pretty ass babies,” I retorted.

“Ugly! Who me?”

“You the only ugly one standing there.”

“Stop playing with my gangsta nigga. You be sucking and slurping all up on this ugly ass pussy.”

“Uh Uh, that pussy ain’t apart of this fraction. That lil’ pretty mothafucka don’t deserve the backlash.”

“So I’m an ugly girl with a pretty pussy?”

“Yup.” Biting down on my lip, I tried to conceal the grin that was creeping on my face, but I broke it when she punched me in the stomach.

“Put that on yo soul nigga.”

“You know a nigga just fuckin’ wit’ you, but for real though, you never said yes.”

Crooning, she gazed up at me and blushed. “Say yes to what?”

“Being my Valentine? A nigga already got cold feet.”

“I want to be your Valentine.” Standing on her tip toes she pecked me across the lips. “Then the mother of your child, then your wife.”

My brow rose inquisitively, before retorting, “In that order?”

“Or however it happens. Our love story is ours to tell, and it started with you in a hot ass Santa Claus suit.”

My tongue swiped across my bottom lip as I nodded my head, agreeing with her. “With me trapping you in the hallway, fingering that pussy, making you cum, cause the last nigga who had that pussy in his palm didn’t know what to do with it. Don’t forget that part, Princess,” I asserted.

EPILOGUE

Drill

“Would you like to add meal prepping? A lot of people would find that beneficial because it’s so popular and I’ve been lurking through your comments seeing everyone mention it,” Sachia grinned over the FaceTime call while taking notes.

Shaking my head, I rubbed the back of my neck and pondered on the thought. Sachia is my social media manager now, but she also wears many hats. Even with me posting shit on my main page she thought it’d be a good idea to promote a business page aside from my personal one. A few weeks ago, I hit a few million followers, not that I gave a damn. That’s where her knowledge gets to put to use, because I pay her top dollar to think when I can’t. Fitness with Drill was expanding day by day and the more business expanded it opened opportunities for me to work with content creators who reached out, endorsement deals and provide elite customer service.

“I don’t meal prep though, I just count my calories,” I asserted.

Momentarily she stopped jotting down notes on and tapped the ball point pen against her chin, in deep thought. “That’ll work,” she shrugged. “I can have my friend get with you about making a website too and adding that as a bonus that your clients or people can purchase.”

“Who?”

“Oh,” she grinned. “Her name is Maliyah, she’s great at graphics and everything, the next time we meet I could have her tag along.”

Listening to her rant on and on, I heard the alarm chime. Akira had already texted me telling me she was on the way. I saw it, but I forgot to respond. It wasn’t intentional but I knew she’d be pissed off, thinking I was ignoring her. Then for me to be on FaceTime with Sachia would cause her to draw conclusions as to why I didn’t. Hearing the garage door slam, I was prepared for her to be with the shit tonight. Lately, she been grouchy as hell and mean as fuck over every little thing and petty shit. Seem like every time I took a deep breath around her, she got aggravated and she’d roll her eyes like I disgusted her. Her father told me it comes with the territory and as time goes on it’ll get better, but that nigga lied. Time ain’t have shit to do with her attitude getting better, in my opinion it got worse. The other day, I used some of her Dove body wash and she threw a fucking bitch fit, then a few days ago, she got mad because I stopped by this lil’ chicken wing spot and didn’t bring her nothing back. It was hard to stay in her good graces and just when I thought I was, she snapped at me for some shit that was beyond my control.

When she entered the room, her protruding belly made an appearance first. I didn’t miss the glare on her face when she came over to me and stood over me, her belly gently brushed against my arm. Akira huffed, while peeking at the video call and rolling her eyes at the screen.

“Is she the reason you didn’t answer my text,” she shot off.

“Bae, c’mon now,” I grunted, displeased. “Please don’t start no shit with me today. Sachia let me call you back.” My thumb lingered over the red x so I could end the FaceTime call, but Akira snatched the iPad from me.

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