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AirBnB Mansion | Deonte's Birthday !

Asha's POV

"Levi, what the hell are we doing with these white suits on?" I scolded, zipping the front up, finally. Under this I have a gray tank top and black biker tights, blank ankle socks and the all black Nike shoes.

I pulled my hair all the way back into a slick low bun with a part in the middle and a silky black bonnet to finish it off.

My ass don't know what he got planned, but I hope it has nothing to do with running or jumping because these two wore me out and I need some more food to get my energy back up.

"You keep asking and we a minute out the damn door girl! Come on baby, let's just have some fun and trust me," Levi stated as he put the goggles over his head, glancing at the bathroom mirror. 

"You ain't gotta talk to my baby like that," Deonte chuckled, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Right! You don't have to be so rude," I pouted, hiding in Deonte's arms like a brat.

I gave Levi my back, then popped my ass, hoping he would get the message of kissing my ass with out me muttering a word.

"Haha, yeahhh... Kiss it," Deonte taunted, pulling me in closer to him and smacking my ass and gripping it.

"Here y'all go with this bullshit," Levi chuckled, shaking his head, turning the lights off to the bathroom and exiting to throw his white hazmat suit on.

Levi and Deonte wore all gray basketball shorts, white tees, and black durags to cover their hair. Levi normally would be rocking his wavy fro, but last night he had me braid it up and now I think I like it better that way. Then Deonte would normally would have his locs in a high bun, but today they were straight back to fit under the durag.

If handsome had a picture in the dictionary, it would be these two. Damn all the freaky shit I let them do to me. I can't get over how obsessed I am with them and how every feature the flaunt makes my heart skip a beat when I look them over. 

I'm so obsessed to the point, I might actually kill somebody over them. Not forreal but you feel me.. All the negative comments that people left behind were starting to get to me and I hardly looked at the positive ones.

As much as I try to front with Levi and Deonte that it doesn't bother me, I can't help but feel that more idiot bitches will try to shoot their shot at them when I'm not around and I feel a way.

Damn the podcasts and think pieces. I wanted to slap Gibby through the damn phone when I saw her breathing the same air as Deonte. Traggus' bitch ass opened pandora's box and the groupies that wanted them before, really are gonna be on they worst shit now.

"You trust me?" Levi said low, standing in front of me with his finger on my chin to tilt to him, snapping me out of my insecure haze. Of course I trust him. 

With these rings on my fingers, I know they're mine... But... I don't know.

I guess it doesn't matter how I feel right now. My inner self is trying to self-sabotage already and I should be thinking about Deonte. It's his birthday and I don't need to be worried about people that don't even know me. Or them.