𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟳DE WOKE UP with Wyze deep in his hold; their clothes still on without his suit jacket. The sun barely peaked through the off-white curtains, offering the space a little light. He lifted his head slightly off the soft pillow to glance at the clock's time—𝟕:𝟒𝟖—and letting his head fall back on the cushion. He peered at Wyze, taking in how comfortable she was in his arms and then raised his hand to softly rub the side of her soft face. He kissed her forehead and Wyze shifted, waking up until her syrupy brown orbs found his.
"Morning," she spoke softly.
De leaned in, offering her long pecks on her full lips. "Mornin, baby."
"You gotta go huh?"
"Gotta pick up my kids," he told her as they lift up in unison. "How long you in Cali?" he asked.
"A few days. I gotta couple clients over in L.A. So Ima be staying there."
"Staying where?" De wanted to know, watching her climb over him and stand off the bed.
"Four Seasons." Wyze answered, feeling comfortable to reveal, "You told me your book tour starts next week. So I was thinking, since Dove will be home for a few days and so will Solana, why don't I come cook?" she suggested.
"That sound solid to me," he stood as well, picking up his suit jacket.
Wyze watched him as he closed the space between them.
"Call me once you done?"
"Of course," she smiled, looking up at him, and met him halfway to feel his lips for the second time that morning.
Wyze walked him to the door, and De exited the hotel. He hopped into the ride that was waiting for him out front and told the driver the destination upon going home. The drive was at a distance before he pulled up to his sister in-laws residence. He approached the door and she opened the door in a oversize fit.
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General FictionBOOK #7 || De'Aundre Booker balancing life in modern day society after years in prison.