Page 8 of Christmas Luvin

Abouta month ago,Itook a picture in the black one, andBriahad on a pink one.Thepictures that we’d taken had gone viral, and people were up and down my comments on social media, begging me to drop those sweatsuits, but at the time,Ididn’t have them available.BriaandIhad on the samples because the rest of them were still in production.Aftera month of having people on my ass, the sweatsuits had finally gone live, and the site had crashed twice already because so many people were online trying to get a set.Iwas making money doing somethingIloved.

Itwas no secret thatIused to be deep into that fraud shit.Iain’t going to lie;Imade good money off that shit, andIwas able to live a nice ass lifestyle.ButIwas forever looking over my shoulder and stressed about my door being kicked in by theFedsand having my ass hauled off to jail.Ihad watched my mama go through that hurt with my pops, and then she went through it withOrionwhen he was shot up, andIfeared putting her through that hurt again.

Ipromised myself that ifIgot my clothing line and my sneaker business off the ground,Iwould completely stop that fraud shit, andImade good on that promise.Allmy money was legit.Mybusinesses were doing phenomenal, andIhad big time clothing lines reaching out to me, either wanting me to help them design or to collab with them.Ithadn’t even been a year, and my clothing line was knocking people off the map who had been in the fashion world literally years ahead of me.Iwas doing something that made me happy the legit way.

Almostten minutes later, the camera alerted me to motion in my driveway.Briawas pulling herG-Wagonin, andIwatched her on the camera as she got her stuff from the car and headed for the front door.Iwould bet my last dollar that the second she walked into the house, she would start screaming for me, trying to find out whereIwas.Briadid that shit every day.

“Pee-Wee?Baby, where are you?” her soft voice called out, doing exactly asIexpected.

Itwould be easy for her to find me becauseIhad music playing and smoke filled the night air.Thereflection from the light on my laptop also flashed through the patio door.

Eventually, the patio door slid open.Sheclosed it behind her and then stood right in front of me.Justthat fast, she’d already changed out of her heels and put on her house shoes.Shestood in the middle of my legs with her hands on her small hips.

“Wegoing to get the tree?” she asked.

Isucked my teeth and dragged my body a bit down, pretending likeIwas trying to fuckin’ melt into that damn chair.

“Damn, baby.Iforgot all about that shit.Wecan go tomorrow,”Ibribed asIextended my left hand that didn’t have the blunt in it and palmed her ass cheek.

Shesucked her teeth. “Pee-Wee, we keep pushing it back.Beforewe know it, it’s going to be the day beforeChristmas, and we’ll just be putting up ourChristmastree.Comeon,” she whined, climbing in my lap and straddling me with her arms around my neck.

Brialooked down at me with those big ass eyes behind her thick ass glasses, making it so fuckin’ hard for a nigga to say no to her ass.Evenafter working a long day, getting fitted for her dress, or whatever she had been doing, she still sat on top of me, smelling so fuckin’ good.Istill had the blunt in my hands, whichIput to my lips and made sure to blow the weed in the opposite direction becauseBriadidn’t too much care for me to smoke around her.

Beforehaving a girl and actually living with my woman,Iwould smoke inside the house, but that was one thingBriaasked me not to do.So, out of respect,Inever smoke inside.Idid that shit on the porch or out in the backyard, which was my favorite spot becauseIhad a nice view.Iwould hook my phone up to theBluetoothspeakers and catch a vibe.

“Aight.Yougotta change, or are you keeping that on?”Iasked.

“I’lljust keep this on.I’mgoing to throw my slides on, and then we can leave.Howdid the launch of your sweatsuits go today?Isaw your website crashed a couple of times.Ichecked it out right beforeIwent in the courtroom,” she stated.

Withmy free hand,Iturned the laptop, so we could both see it and showed her the real-time traffic on my website.Ihad a little over ten thousand people checking out, and this afternoon, there were already thousands of successful checkouts, which put me way above the goal thatI’dset for this launch.Sellingout was always good, andIhad a team who worked their asses off to get the orders out.Ipaid them well, andIwas going to make sure they all got niceChristmasbonuses from me.

WhenIopened my clothing store, the goal was to just have a storefront.Ididn’t take into consideration the millions of followers thatIhad on social media who weren’t inMiamibut would be interested in purchasing products, soIdecided to get a site.Mysite generated thousands of orders, and beforeIknew it, my workers in the storefront were trying to work the store along with fulfilling online orders.Thatwas a recipe for disaster, which is why a month ago,Isigned another lease for my warehouse location.That’swhere we kept our inventory and fulfilled online orders, so we no longer had to do that shit in the back room at my store.

Godhad blessed me with this business in ways that my ass probably didn’t even deserve.Iwould be a fool to jump back into any illegal shit thatIwas doing beforeIstarted making clean money.

“Wowwwww.Baby, look at how many people you have checking out.Awwww,I’mso proud of you,”Briagushed, putting her hands on the side of my face and kissing me multiple times on my lips.

Ithanked her, then put the blunt out and stood up with her in my arms.Herarms were still wrapped around my neck, and her legs were wrapped around my waist, clinging to me.Ikept trying to put her ass down, but she was steadily clinging, soIdidn’t have a choice but to grab my laptop from the table, close it down, and carry it too.Istopped playing the music from my phone and placed it in my sagging jeans whileIcarried her ass into the house.

Oncewe were by the stairs,Iput her down so she could step out of her house shoes and put her slides on.Shethen grabbed her purse but walked right past the key ring holder, where we kept our car keys.

“Ohnah, baby, this your trip, so you driving.Atree can fit in your trunk.Wegetting an artificial one, right?Hellyeah.Thatcan go right in your trunk.Daddytired,”Ishot, picking my hand up and slapping her on her ass.

Rollingher eyes in annoyance,Briagrabbed her keys, and we walked outside together.Sheused her key to lock up, and then we went over to herG-Wagon.Althoughshe was driving,Istill walked over to her side of the car, opened her door, and allowed her to get in beforeIclosed it behind her.Next,Iwent to my side and got in, making sure to lay my seat all the way back, just asIdid any other timeIwas in the car with her.

Briaeventually pulled out of the driveway, and on the way to the store, she talked to me about how work had gone, the shit she dealt with today in court, and even having to go down to the jail and speak with two of her clients.Iloved that my girl was an attorney.Ifelt like that was some boss ass shit right there.IswearIgot around my niggas and bragged about my girl’s profession.Ijust hated whenBriatold me how some of her male clients be talking to her.

Briawas a criminal defense attorney, and some of them niggas who be fuckin’ up, committing crimes and shit,Iknew who they were once she told me their names.Ibe wanting to find them niggas and beat the shit out of them when she would tell me some of the threats they made about what would happen if she didn’t win their cases.Iused to be the same way about my sister, though, becauseAleciadefended all kinds of drug dealers and shit.Ifthey weren’t making threats, they were trying to fuck her, andIdidn’t like that shit.

See, my sister could handle that shit.Shehad three brothers who were all assholes and a pops who was the biggest asshole of them all, so she had a quick tongue and could defend herself.WithBria, we were still working on that shit, but she was getting there and wasn’t allowing motha fuckas to walk all over her like they had done in the past.

Wepulled up to a store called,AtHome,andIhated that fuckin’ store because whenBriaandImoved into our crib, she had me in that bitch with her for almost two hours, going in damn near every aisle to get shit for the house.Wewalked out of the store with three carts.Shewas pushing one, andIhad two.IhavePTSD, just from her parking the car—scared that she would have me in that fuckin’ store for two hours again.

“Pee-Wee, smile.Youact like you’re being tortured or something,” she said when she glanced at me and saw the look on my face after she parked the car.

Ididn’t even say shit.Ijust got out of the car as she laughed behind me while she got out next.Shelocked the doors, andIpulled her in front of me.Thenwe walked into that big ass store, where she immediately grabbed a cart.

“Okay, soI’mthinking we could do white and silver for our decor.Iwant a whiteChristmastree, too,” she let me know.

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