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Chapter 65 - Deja Vu

A/N: Lol at this picture of Alan & Marshall. He's looking at that cake like he's either ready to devour it or is wondering wtf is happening on top. 😂

A/N Warning: This chapter contains themes of intimacy.

Sadé's POV:

— Wednesday, November 9th

The week was going pretty well so far. Sunday, Marshall & I went out to dinner with Hailie, Alaina, and Stevie at a restaurant. It was so nice for us all to get together again. I know Marshall loves his daughters to death, and honestly I really like them too. I think they're super kind and fun to be around. We all get along great and talk often. I think the closeness in age does help; Even though it would typically be awkward, it's not. We all understand what it is, and play our roles accordingly.

Today was Wednesday, which would usually be a work day for me. However, I did finish up all my brand deals and promos that I had coming up and needed to complete, meaning there was no more work left for me to do. My schedule was cleared with the exception of hosting the NAACP awards that's coming up later this week, so I was just at home chilling. I didn't have anything planned, nothing to do, but whatever I pleased.

I was doing pretty fine with the whole no longer doing social media as my career thing. I had deleted all the apps off of my phone: Instagram, Twitter, Youtube, etc. I wasn't interested in seeing what was constantly being said about me because it wasn't good for my mental health. Whenever I logged in, it was always me trending, me doing this and that, this being said, someone mentioning my name. I was over it. At the end of the day, my mental health comes first before anything and anyone. I'm not going to have a repeat of my past. I'm simply going to do what makes the most sense for me, and what makes me happy. Because like I said previously: If the world can't learn how to respect my boundaries, then they can't have access to me. Period, point-blank.

So here I was, relaxing as I was sketching out some designs for my sunglasses. Now that I had all this time on my hands, I had all these ideas of creativity running through my mind freely. I was lost in my own world, when I heard the door slam shut with a loud bang. I jumped in my seat on the couch from the sound. It was only around 3 in the afternoon, and Marshall was at work. Or at least he was supposed to be because I heard him muttering cuss words as he walked through the hallway.

"Marshall?" I got up from my seat, meeting him in the hallway.

"Yo. What's up?" He greeted me.

I gave him a frown as he walked past me into the kitchen. I know he did not just greet me like that? "Yo?" He better talk to me nice. I know he may be mad, but I am not one of those girls - I am not no home girl. I followed him to where he was leaned back against the counter, drinking a RedBull. I sat on a stool at the island, watching him.

"What's wrong with you, love? Everything alright?" I asked him.

I decided not to give him crap about his bad attitude. He's upset, I get it. That was the least of my concerns. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Yea. I'm Ight." He answered, not looking at me.

"Marshall. You know you can talk to me about anything right? I'm here to lend a listening ear." I told him sincerely.

"Sae, my problems are not your issues. They have nothing to do with you." He said in a rather harsh tone.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh as I did so. I got up from my seat, walking to stand in front of him. He simply looked at me, no emotion showing on his face. I wrapped my arms around his body lovingly. He was hesitant for a few seconds before he slowly wrapped his arms around mines as well.