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"baby you should see the actual record labels, and they had me on tv's and shit" dominics voice mimicked a child enthusing about his new york trip. he had facetime called me to see his fancy hotel room provided by his management.

"i'm glad you're having a good time my love," my lips formed a coy smile. my heart felt so heavy wishing i was there with him.

"you laughing at me baby?" dominic's face formed a pout at me.

"no! of course not," i say through tiny suppressed chuckles.

"look! look!" in his robe serviced from the hotel, he climbed on top of the bed and started to spring around.

"you are so childish," i say through the phone. dom's grin from ear to ear ceased after a loud crack filled the air.

we waited each a couple seconds before anything was said. "no way you broke the bed dom,"

"that was not me." he put his hands up in defense to an imaginary crowd and crawled from up top his bed.

changing the subject, i asked dominic—
"what time are you coming back tomorrow?"

"my plane lands at 8 am," he claimed.

"i can pick you up? that's if you want me to ..." my voice trailed.

"are you asking or telling, princess?"

"telling." my nose wrinkled together.

"i'll see you at 8 am, then. sharp." he smirked. my neck retracted in the camera.

"and if i don't ?" i tested him.

"don't get yourself into something you gon regret, princess." his voice deepened at his demeanor, which made heat arise to my cheeks and ... other destinations.

"okay," i cooed then formed a tiny smile.
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okay ik i gotta stop with these tiny chapters trust me it's heating up ...
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