Part 1

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Royal's P.O.V.

"ROOOYAALLLL" I heard Cleo scream. Ughhhhh . How much you wanna bet it's not no kind of fuckin emergency for her to be yelling like that.

I slowly got outta bed, in my sweatpants and a tank top, to the living room of our 2 bedroom apartment. There I found Cleo on my phone, in a long tank top, sitting Indian style on the couch. "Tf you want Cleo." I groaned. "Who tf is this bitch that DM'd you last night talkin bout some oh you so cute. " she shouted. I just rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen.

"Don't walk away from me !" she yelled as I heard her get up and her feet right behind me. I looked at the empty stove. "You didn't make breakfast?" I asked. "No ! I didn't 'make breakfast' tf ?!" she shouted. I just shook my head and got a bowl for some cereal. "We not finna stop talkin bout this. I'm not done!!" she shouted.

"I am !! Who tf got the ring on the finger ?! Hm ! You or these hoes you think I have ??" I shouted. "Damn I swea yo ass never be trusting me !!"  I added.  She just looked up at me . Her small 4'11 height was way different from my 5'10. "Baby I'm -- I'm sorry." she whispered putting my phone on the counter. "Nah Cleo you always be thinkin the same shit, and I stay tellin you the same shit. I aint got nobody else ! How many times you gotta take my phone in the fucking middle of the night so I can prove it to you." I yelled. She just looked down and I heard sniffling, she was crying. I sighed and rubbed my face. I put the box of cereal I had on the counter and embraced her in a hug. "I'm sorry for yelling baby girl." I whispered to her. "It's okay." she mumbled back.

"Gimme kiss." I said pulling away with my arms still wrapped around her. She looked up and went on her tippy toes and I leaned all the way down to give her a kiss. We kissed for a long time before I gave her ass a hard ass smack.

Cleo had a fatty, I'm talking bout bubble butt. I love to see that shit jiggle. "Ow! Daddie." she groaned leaning into me. I know her ass stung. I started laughing. She smacked her lips and pushed me away from her. She was tryna hide a smile. "Now can you make breakfast now. Please." I asked. "No." she answered. "Let's go out." she smiled. "I guess, go get dressed." I told her. "Yes daddie. " she said biting her lip and walking away. Her hips swaying making that ass bounce every step she took. Goddamn.

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Cleo wore ; light short jean shorts, a gray tank top/ crop top, some tan heels, a white chanel bag.

Royal wore ; black jersey with New York written in white letters, blue jeans and all black timbs.

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I took Cleo out to a soul food restaurant since I was in the mood for chicken and waffles. We walked in and I just felt like I was at my grannies house. We waited by the door to be seated.

"Hi Welcome to Uncle Rosco's how many?" the hostess said. She was a darker older woman. Reminded me of one of my aunties. Her accent was southern. "Two " I replied. "Right this way." she smiled. I smiled back and followed. I was holding hands with Cleo all the way to the table then pulled her seat out when we got there. She just sat down looking at her phone.

"You're welcome ." I mumbled then took my own seat.

"Hi welcome to Uncle Rosco's my name is Atlanta and I'll be your waitress." a girl said . I looked up from my menu and this girl was stunning. I mean damn.

"Royal !" Cleo shouted. I shook my head . "Huh?" I asked. "What can I get you to drink ?" Atlanta asked. "Um Kool- Aid please." I said. She smiled and walked away.

"Tf was that Royal ! " Cleo shouted. "I - It's nothing. It was nothing." I stuttered. "Mmm. " Cleo said. Annnd she mad. Ugh. "Imma go to the bathroom man. "  I said getting up. I aint tryna hear her right now. "Mmm." Cleo said.

I just rolled my eyes and walked to the bathroom. On my way there I bumped into Atlanta. "Oh !" she said. "Um hi." she smiled. "Hey ." I said back her smile was adorable. She was tall and slim with a good size of ass on her. I'm an ass person aight. She looked about 5'7. Her hair was in a huge curly bun.

"Can I help you.?" she asked. I licked my lips. "Can I get your number. " I smirked. Oh shit. What did I just say? "Ain't that your girlfriend. "  she said with a smile. I was quiet, I could lie or tell the truth. But that smile thoee and all that mm.

"Nah she just a friend ma. " I said. Man I haven't flirted ina long ass time. She bit her lip and looked me up and down. "We'll see." she smirked. I looked around then back at her. I bit my lip. "Yeah okay."  I smiled. She blushed again and smiled at me. "Now get your cute ass back to work. " I said before going back to Cleo.

Shit . Shit . Shit . Tf I just do.

I walked towards the table when I saw a nigga looking at Cleo and her giving him a flirty eye. Tf is SHE doin??




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