𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 - 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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| 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐍𝐘 |
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| 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐍𝐘 | ➪ 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴

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𝟺:𝟺𝟺𝙿𝙼

𝟽 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁

I'm home now which I was kind of sad about, but also happy because I'll see my kids. I definitely missed them, we spoke every other day when I wasn't busy or vice versa. I needed that vacation.

I made sure to keep in touch with Zani and India, to get updates on our building. So far it's good, the walls are painted. The floor was able to be changed to tile, as for the outside exterior was cleaned up.

They bought furniture which should be here later today, so I'll be spending the day with them. "You good? I'll call you, after my show." Kristian says to me, as we stand outside by his car.

We've been home for a couple hours now, and he has to leave to go to the studio. So he could work on some music, for his artists to perform.
They have a show tonight, at the club.

Miya paid for the damages in full, well Booka paid and she chipped in what she could.

Most of everything was replaced or just switched out, like nothing happened. Luckily India and Zani, took care of that while I was gone. Because I was gonna lose, my mind just doing that.

"I'm fine, and okay." I pouted my lips, because I wanted him to stay so bad. He cupped my face, before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Come to my show, afterwards we'll go home together."

His words were like music to my ears, "Definitely." He smiled at me, before kissing me again. He sucked on my lower lip, before biting it then pulling away.

He knew how to get me, in heat. And it was working, "Go inside, get yourself together. Imma see you tonight."

"Okay, drive safe. See you tonight." He kissed me again, as one hand is wrapped my waist as the other is holding my neck. I kissed him back, and began to deepen the kiss. But he pulled away, and let me go.

"Keep kissing, me like that. And I'm never gonna, make it to the studio." I chuckled, "I meann, you can miss a couple minutes or so."

"How many minutes?"

"10, 15. Maybe 20 minutes." I listed off to him, which he just nodded his head yes to. "You got 20 minutes, then I gotta go forreal." I held my hands up, "You got it." He closes his car door before locking it, he then scoops me up into his arms as we head inside the house.

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