Wicked Love (D'Angelo Russell)

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Sunday, May 13th, 2018

Ariel 💕

My cravings are literally off the charts right now. I kinda wish the shit would stop, you know? Like, I don't eat everything. But damn man. I. Want. Everything.

"Babe, you literally just had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with bacon and strawberries on the side. Then chugged down two gallons of water. Now you're eating a Ham sandwich and pickles with a bag of Ruffles." DLo exclaimed, watching me stuff my face with more food.

I glare at him.

"You did this to me." I say.

"I apologize. But if I had the chance to do it again, I most certainly will." He replied.

Somehow I was able to blush amongst a mouthful of chips.

"Shut up." I muffle over the chips in my mouth.

He holds his hands up in defense, chuckling at me. Pregnant me must look ridiculous right now *face palm*.

*****

Flashback: End of July 2017, early August 2017

I sat in my office, typing away on my laptop. I had to get these reports done before I could call it quits for the day. After selling D'Angelo his apartment, I had to write a report on the condition of the place and the clients satisfactory. Of course I left out the details about being asked to move in with him.

I sent my report to the copy machine in the copy room, then stood up from my desk and made my way to the copy room. As I was beginning to reach the copy room, I took a peek into the lobby to see D'Angelo walking in.

I quickly throw myself into the room to grab my printed papers. Before I left, I tried to come up with a plan to make myself incognito. So I pulled my hair from it's neat bun and let it fall around my shoulders effortlessly. I took a deep breath before holding the papers to my chest and leaving the copy room.

I speed walk to my office, closing the door quickly. I shut the blinds to my office window, sighing afterwards. I walk back to my desk, plopping the papers down and taking a seat. I put my head into my hands and groan.

A knock on my door brought me from my thoughts. I look up to see Jenna poking her head in.

"You have a visitor." She exclaimed, grinning widely.

Already knowing who it is, I just nod as if to tell her to let them in. DLo walked in, thanking Jenna as she closed the door behind him. I take a deep breath as he turns to lock gazes with me. He sits down on one of the chairs across from me.

"What's up?" He asked.

"D'Angelo, what are you doing here?" I ask.

"Since you were so quick to run out the door a couple weeks ago, and ignore every one of my messages, I figured I'd come here personally to thank you for helping me." He explained.

"You're welcome." I state bluntly.

He chewed on his lower lip, his eyes scanning my face methodically.

"What are you doing to me?" He mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

"I don't know. But this isn't the time nor the place." I answer.