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Chapter 6: My Dawg

   As we walked into the nicely decorated house I was stunned at how nice and spacious it was. It was only a two bedroom apartment, assuming it was for him and his little sister when she visited, but it was still pretty big for only two humans to reside in. At least he had common sense unless most niggas with money who would buy a house with eight fucking rooms and only have them living in it. That's what I liked about Dajon, he hustled and knew how to budget his hustling.

I followed him into the kitchen before putting my food down on the counter. I looked around in the kitchen and it was dope as fuck. The walls were navy blue and the color scheme was blue, black, and gold. The counters were made of real marble and he had a freaking flat screen TV on the wall right under the clock above his huge window. I walked to the fridge and looked at his pictures. Some were of him when he was younger, his family, and his sister Zaeya. It made me smile to see that he was a family man..or something like that. Either way it was nice.

"Like the kitchen?" He said walking back into he kitchen. He was shirtless but he quickly changed into grey sweatpants. He knew exactly what the hell he was doing but I couldn't resist as his abs were on display like that. I wouldn't dare look down further...I knew the curse of those grey sweatpants.

"Yeah this kitchen fire. The color scheme is deadass sexy." I paid attention to the pictures again. He was such a cute little innocent looking kid who would've thought Dajon would be a big time drug dealer? He was just painting his face and coloring when he was younger. "These pictures are nice. I can't wait to have pictures of me and my family on my own fridge." I sighed happily thinking of my future.

"Thanks.." He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. He leaned down to kiss my neck softly, licking it teasingly. "Let's start out own family then..get professional flicks on the fridge.." He chuckled and sucked on my neck gently.

I let out a soft moan as I got caught in the moment. My neck was one of my turn on spots so I couldn't control whoever kissed on it. I slowly pulled away and turned to look at him chuckling. "Boy you crazy."

"I'm deadass too," He looked down at me and smirked licking his lips. "Our kids would be fire."

"Facts." I laughed and walked away from him. I walked to the counter and grabbed my food, taking it out the bag and walking to the microwave to heat it up again.

"I'm tired." I said, chatting. After Dajon kissed and teased at my neck like that I was sort of in the mood but I wasn't gonna let things escalate. If I was a thot I would've been threw that ass back for him though.

"We can lay up." He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his Chinese food from the counter. "When you done come up to my room it's upstairs with the fish tank outside of it." He said before walking away to said room.

Nigga got a fish tank outside his room who he think he is? I chuckled at my thoughts. I was waiting for a couple seconds for the microwave to stop. After it did I grabbed my food and followed him, looking at the tank. I smiled at the pretty fish before walking in his room. His room was a typical boy room but it was nice as fuck.

"Welcome to De Casa Dajon." He said as he was laid back on his bed eating.

"I think you said that all wrong, hun." I laughed at his wrong ass Spanish before walking to his bed. "You got any other clothes I can wear for later on? I don't wanna walk around in this at night."

"You not going home." He said before pointing to the dresser under his hanging flat screen TV. "It's in there. There's mad clothes in there but you should be gucci."

I nodded and put my food down on the dresser before digging through it. "What you mean I ain't going home?"

"You spinnin'a'night with me shawty. What you got curfew? You scared?" He teased me.