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I got out of the tub and put on my clothes and washed my face. I went into my room and put my dress and heels on the bed. I looked in the mirror and put my long plaits into and loose bun on top of my head. I turned the light out and closed the door.

I grabbed my phone and jumped onto Quan's bed. All of a sudden I heard footsteps from the stairs and a second later I saw Quan.

"How was that bath I made you?" He came onto the bed and kissed my temple. I blushed.

"It was good." I said and blushed and continued on my phone. He looked at mr confused. I looked back up at him.

"What?" He looked at me like I was stupid.
"Where's my thank you?" He smiled and stood on the floor with his hands on his hips. I busted out laughing.

"I'm sorry Quan but I'm not Siri so you have to ask her where it is." I say sarcastically.

"You think everything is a joke.." he got onto the bed and started tickling the life outta me.

"Stop it!" I managed to say between laughs. I tried to push him off of me but then he hit my hand and I yelled.

"Ahh! Quan what did you do!?" I screamed. I grabbed my left hand and looked at my fingers. My middle and index finger was red and swelling up. I tried to fight him but he got on top of me and moved my hands out the way gently.

"Stop it!" he yelled and I stopped. He stared at me this his lips automatically connected to me. I then realized we're kissing. I felt his passion and kissed back. We started french kissing and then he asked for entrance and I let him in.

I pulled away from him me.

"I'm sorry Jade I-" i stopped him by holding my hand in his face and shutting him up by kissing him back. I could feel him smile while we were kissing. We were about to make out but the pain in my hand got worse.

"Ok come on I'll take you to the hospital." I nodded and got up still whining about my hand.

"Quan you really fucked with my hand. I outta beat yo ass- I mean I outta fight you but noooo look at my hand." He laughed.

"Why did you cut yourself off when you were about to cuss?" He started to put his clothes on. I went over to my suitcase and sat on the floor to find something to put on.

"Kevin doesn't like me cussing and I told him I'd stop and I don't want him to get mad with me." I said searching through my stuff.

"Aight now that's what Kev told you to do imma make sure you don't. Or imma handle you." he looked at me with his "oouuu there's some fried chicken" face and I laughed so hard.

"Boy stop being stupid and help me up." he came over and picked me up bridal style with my clothes in my lap and put me on the bed.

I tried to help myself but but my hand wanted otherwise. I tried once more but then I hurt my hand trying to put my hand though the sleeve. I winced in pain and Quan heard me.

"Ma stop. If you needed help why didn't you ask?" he started putting my hands throw the sleeve hole.

"Because I'm an independent woman and I-"

"You ain't no independent. You got a real man taking care of you. Not some 'man' that beats and rapes his daughter. I'm hear for you baby girl." He smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled away and blushed. He smiled.

"Girl.." he laughed. "You too damn cute when you blush." I tapped my cheek.

He stood me up and helped me take my shorts and my underwear was exposed. He looked down at me then up.

"Imma wait on that baby, the day is coming." he smirked. I handed him my joggers and I held on to his shoulders as he helped me into my pants.

I got my flats and put then on.

"Here, these the keys to my double R out front. Put yourself in it and try not to hurt yourself." He laughed and I smacked my teeth at him. When I tell yall he turned around so fast.

"What the hell did you just say to me lil girl!?" I flinched when he turned around and laughing at the same time.

"That's what I thought. Getcho behind down there. I smiled and turned out to the room and he smacked my booty.

"You better"

"I better beat yo ass? Yep. You better gone for real now I gotta piss."

"Eww ok bye." I grabbed my phone and keys and headed downstairs.

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