Wanted

Thirty-Five

*That in the MM is our sequel..aaaaaaahhhh, Just waiting to be posted, lol. We have 10 chapters left but yal know how I update, like two or sometimes more, in one week so that'll happen in no time, maybe!

** In reference to my little vent yesterday, if anyone took offense or felt the wrong way about that then I apologize. It wasn't meant to put anyone down, I was just in a bad mood and terribly agitated.

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Kaimana

"I hope that I can make you mine, 'fore another man steals your heart!" I sang along to Dru Hill's "Beauty" which was blasting throughout the room thanks to AJ.

I walked into the bedroom where he was standing at the iron board, ironing his shirt. I saw him swaying and nodding his head to the music. I swear I even heard him humming a little bit.

I giggled and walked over to where my clothes were laid out.

"'Cause my eyes have seen the glory! And the coming of your smile." AJ sat the iron up, pulling me to him.

"AJ, what?" I teasingly whined.

"The woman has stolen my heart and Diamond is her name." He sang, surprisingly well, in my ear before kissing my cheek.

"Corny!" I joked, ducking under his arm to get to my clothes.

"I know somebody who likes it." He shot a smirk as he began to finish ironing.

"Well, she is a fool. A plum fool," I smiled, removing my bathrobe, laying it on the bed.

"A sexy fool." He mumbled, flipping his shirt over to iron the back.

I shook my head and blushed as I pulled my distressed denim jeans on. I jumped once and heavily inhaled to button them up. I exhaled, pulling my jeans up to a comfortable position on my waist, but I couldn't exactly get it.

I took a deep breath as I was feeling exhausted. All of this from putting on a single pair of jeans.

I grabbed my light grey Polo v-neck, sliding it over my head and putting it on properly.

"Ah, I'm tired." I plopped down on the bed, resting my hands in my lap.

"You actin' like ya' jus' worked out or some shit." AJ laughed, walking over to the end of the bed.

"Hell, I feel like it. I've been feeling fatigued so much lately." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

"Maybe ya' need mo' exercise."

"I get enough of that at work."

"You depressed, stressed, anxious?"

"Uh, no." I side-eyed him, raising an eyebrow.

"You diabetic, anemic, drink too much coffee?"

"No, no, and no. The hell I look like a fuckin' science experiment?" I aggravatedly came back.

"Nobody said 'dat, I'm tryna help you. You prolly need some Midol wit' 'cha moody ass." He spat back, rolling his eyes.

"The fuck you say? Is that funny?" I walked closer to him.

"It was." He smirked before laughing in my face.

"Fuck you!" I pushed his face away from me.

"What I tell you 'bout 'dem hands?" He grabbed my arm.

"I don't give a fuck! You ain't my daddy."

"I'm not?" August smirked.

"No. Let me go." I groaned, putting my other hand up but he grabbed it.