Can't love you enough

Chapter 1

                                EIGHT MONTHS AGO..........

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I woke up feeling super groggy that morning. I opened up one eye first and then the other slowly. There was a little bit of light filtered into the room from the shades I put on the windows. I sat up in my king sized bed and stretched, making those stupid noises we all make when we stretch. (c'mon, I know you do it too.)

My muscles still hurt from fighting that asshole Jerry Martins in the octagon a couple days back. I would never forget the day where I went berserk and T.K.Od that idiot when he caught me with his left hook.

I groaned and rose from my position on the bed. I yawned and pulled my IPhone 5s out from under the pillow and rearranged the gold satin sheets back to the way they were.

I looked to the right side of the bed and saw my girlfriend, Terri, sleeping there eyes closed, breathing softly. God, she looks so cute when she sleeps. Did I ever tell her that? Oops.

I checked the time on my phone. It was 8:45 a.m. Oh, dammit why did I have to wake up so early? It was like my brain had a personal alarm clock set for 8:45 a.m. every day on the dot. What is this?

I went downstairs to go brush my teeth and take a shower.

My house was big, but not too big. It was a 6 bedroom 5 bathroom ,private townhouse complete with everything else I wanted, including a man cave (or guy pad) in case my friends came over and we hung out, a big ass kitchen, living room and dining room. I even had a certain style to go with the house itself.

Once I was finished, I went back to my room, threw on some boxers and a tee, and went over to the right inside of the bed, kissing my girlfriend on the forehead while she slept like a perfect little angel. I could almost see the the glowing blue halo over her head.

I threw on a drawstring hoodie that had a middle finger on it next to red letters in a white box that spelled Swerve. Next, I put on a red snapback with white letters that spelled Supreme. I put on red Adidas sweats and Toro Bravo 4s. You might be thinking I'm wearing too much red and I might be mistaken for a gang member but I could stare down the barrel of a gun and not be scared. I'm just so real like that.

I decided to go to Starbucks to get some coffee and a bagel. Maybe I would go to the gym later to work out if I felt like it.

I was just about done getting ready when Puss in Boots came prowling out of one of the rooms and padding over to me.

Puss in Boots was an orange and white Tabby cat that I had bought Terri for our 3rd anniversary and she loved him. She would feed him, play with him, and show him affection. I would play with him every now and then, for fun.

He weaved in and out between my ankles and pawed at my sweats. I bent down to stroke his fur and he purred in response, walking away.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed my wallet and keys off the counter, and left the house, locking the door behind me.

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I opened the garage next to my house with the tiny remote on my key ring and walked inside. My garage was also very big, and I have a large collection of cars. I decided to drive my Maserati GranTurismo Sport today, definitely not casual, but not too flashy. I walked around to the driver door and it automatically opened itself. Another feature of my car. There was a sensor inside of the car key itself and when you walked up to any door of the car any you had the key on you, the car would pick up the sensor and open the door.

When the car door shut itself I inserted the key into the ignition and twisted, listening to the engine roar to life.I turned on the radio and Maad City was playing by Kendrick Lamar. I put the car in drive and drove out of the garage, rolling out on the streets.

I turned my phone on again and realized that I had 5 missed calls I hadn't noticed from before. They were from Chet, my manager/agent. That was weird. What the hell would he need from me at 9:00 in the morning?

I called him back. I heard it ring only twice before he answered the phone. Goddamn. What was that urgent?

"Finally!", he said over the phone." What took you so damn long? I been trying to call you all morning! Man, do we got shit to talk about! Where you been living, under a rock!?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa man, slow the hell down!, I started. One bomb at a time please!"

"Whatever man, just meet me at the Starbucks you always go to in the morning, we got things to talk about."

"Okay umm, yeah I was just heading there right now. No, no wait don't hang up yet!" I said.

Too late. I already heard the beep, beep you always heard when a call was ended.

I sped off down the highway to my local Starbucks, wanting to arrive there quick.

What the hell was that all about?

I wondered about what Chet had to tell me during the whole car ride to Starbucks, my stomach twisting itself into knots.