Chapter 6

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Decided to republish the first 6
(I had unpublished.)

Corrie

Last night was one of the worse sleep that I've ever received. I thought that sleeping off your drunkenness could help but hell no.

It's crazy cause even though I was drunk, I remember everything clearly.

Even the part where he told me I'm his.

I wonder if he meant that, or he was just saying that because we was in the moment. Because I don't mind being his. I want to be his at that.

Gettin up, I realized I don't have any clothes. So I went into his drawer and found a big ass t-shirt and some boxers. They was mad comfortable too.

Realizing he was still knocked, I went to the bathroom and used it.

After that, I went to the kitchen and got out pancake mix, eggs, and sausage. Then I got to cooking.

While I was cooking the sausage, I feel somebody come up from behind and hug me.

"Good mornin, baby." He said in a sleepy voice.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"Sleep good?" He asked kissin on my neck.

"Hell nah, but I could tell you did." I said now plating the food.

"Damn, but hey shit smells good." He said sitting down.

"Thank you papa." I said placing his plate down.

"Yooo, you know how to fix a meal." He said cutting into the pancake.

"I knowww." I laughed. "Orange or Apple juice?" I asked going into the fridge.

"Orange, you must be crazy to think Apple is good." He shrugged.

Then I poured a glass for him.

"Uhm apple juice is elite, fuck oj." I said giving the glass.

"Mmcht." He smiled.

Then I sat beside him and started eating.

"Can I ask you something?" I blurted.

"Shoot mama." He said.

"Did you really mean it?" I asked.

"Really mean what ma, details please." He said.

"Did you really mean that I'm yours now?" I said looking at him.

"Yea, of course. We together now. Fuck being friends." He chuckled. "You remember anything that went down last night? You was fucked up." He asked.

"Yea I do. Surprisingly." I said.

"Hmmm, mkay then." He said. "What you tryna do today? It is Saturday."

"Wellll." Then it clicked.

"SHIT." I said getting out my seat and running to his room.

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