Hate That I Love You

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Leila

It's been two weeks since Damian and I suddenly moved into our beautiful home. I love that I don't have to hear the loud and annoying sounds of the city. From people screaming to music bumping all fuckin' crazy. Although, I am gonna miss that part just a little bit. Now, I wake up to birds chirping, the morning sun casting its shiny, yellow face on my honey, brown skin. Breathtaking right? Yeah, still no dick ladies.

Hasn't broken my back in... YET!!

Anyways. Our master bedroom is one of my favorite rooms in the house. A hotel ain't got nothing on this right here. Our bed is king sized with top of the art memory foam. It's like laying on a thousand clouds. I swear if I didn't have an alarm, I wouldn't be able to hear a damn thing. Even if someone were to break in.

Oh! And our walk in closet! Girrrrl. It's like I have my very own mini boutique in my house. My side, I decorated in pink while Damian's was black. Of course, I have more clothes than he does, so I put whatever I couldn't fit in the other compartments of the closet. Some are also in the pool house. Along with my canvases, my video equipment, and other things that I might have to get rid of. So far, the pool house is just a storage unit for now.

There was a knock on the side of the door behind me when I was scrolling through my closet. "Hey, baby, I'm about to head out." Damian announced as he was getting ready to leave for his other job as head chef of Gusto's Italiano Cafe. He was dressed in all black. His tight clothing defines his upper body tremendously. I know for a fact he gets a lot of looks when he's in his environment, but that doesn't worry me at all. Y'all know who he comes home to.

I've asked before on why he chooses to work when he's fuckin' loaded. He claims he just does it for the love of cooking. Makes sense. Hey, if he's happy then I'm happy for him. I've been to the cafe a few times for lunch and when I tell you his vegetable lasagna is... ugh. Chef's kiss. Literally. Amazing. I see how much his customers respect and admire him. Especially the older women. Maybe word got around about his performance at Playboy.

"I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Shit, I have to work at Playboy tonight. "Umm, about that. I- I'm spending the night with Nia tonight."

"Again? That's like the third time this week. Something wrong?"

"No. Of course not. I just don't want her feeling alone. You know? She's still trying to get accustomed to me moving out and all."

"That's why she has Romeo, babe."

"Damian, you know how Nia can be sometimes."

"You're right. I understand. You women can be real needy, but I get it. Have fun. Okay? Make sure you-."

"I know, I know. Keep you updated at least every other hour. If anything goes wrong and you're no where close, call your brothers or Trey. Baby, you really have nothing to worry about. I'll be fine. You trust me?"

"You know I do." I gratefully kissed his pouty lips. "Just please be careful."

"I will. Now go before you're late." He kissed me again before leaving. I followed him out the room and stopped at the stairs.

"Oh, don't forget. We have a meeting with Ms. Phyllis on Tuesday at 3, so I need you here."

"Yes, daddy." I fawned. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He winked and blew me a kiss before officially leaving out the door. A wave of guilt filled my temple as I just stared at the front door. I hate lying to him, but I also hate having to constantly depend on someone. I've gotten this far, so there's no point in stopping now.