Dave the type of guy who would give his last to a stranger because he never wanna see a soul struggle that's what Tia loved about him the most he is husband material and if you was to ask Dave Tia was wife material
They have been best friends for...
I woke up next to my fiancé, still in disbelief. I mean, fiancé—I'd marry this man any day, no hesitation. He makes me so damn happy. I love him deep, down in my soul. The whole thing felt unreal. Mind-blowing. I kept glancing at the ring on my finger like I was dreaming.
Dave and I had been at it all night—he'd been breaking my back and whispering sweet nothings like he owned me. Now it was 3 p.m. and I was just peeling myself out of bed.
I tried to slide out from under his arm, but even in his sleep, he pulled me back in.
"Why you tryna leave me, fiancé?" he mumbled against my neck, voice all raspy and possessive.
That word. The way he said it. I blushed like a teenager, butterflies spinning wild in my stomach. That man still did it to me.
"Ugh, I'll give you all this pussy again—don't play," I teased, half serious, half weak for him.
He chuckled low, the kind of laugh that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. But he didn't let go.
"Babe, I need to get in the shower," I whispered, trying to keep from falling back in the sheets with him.
"Give me ten minutes," he said, nuzzling into me. "I just wanna be under you for a minute."
"Baby, I'm supposed to be with the girls right now," I reminded him, but I was already softening.
"What?" he whined, pouting like a spoiled child. "I want you to be with daddy."
I laughed, shaking my head. "I'll be with you tonight, baby."
Finally, he let me up. I slipped into the bathroom, did my hygiene routine, and threw on a simple Nike jogging set. Comfortable and cute. When I stepped back out, Dave was crouched down, lacing up his sneakers, completely focused.
"Babe," I said, waiting for his attention.
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"David, you not even listening to me," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I hear you, mamas. Stop with the attitude," he replied, walking over to hug me from behind, planting kisses along my neck before giving my ass a smack.
"I'm listening now," he said, voice low and sweet.
"Babe, your phone's still in my purse."
"You done with it?"
"Yes."
"Okay, get it out for me."
"Where you going?" I asked, already knowing I wasn't about to like the answer.
"To get food with Bully and them."
"Okay... I love you, boo bear. I'll see you tonight." I placed his phone on the bed.
