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Chapter TWENTY ONE - One Too Many

Chapter TWENTY - ONE

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Aliyah

"Babe, my feet are killing me." I whined into Andre's ear as he walked along side of me, carrying the numerous shopping bags that I'd accumulated on this trip. The bags were filled with new clothes and shoes for both Amani & I. We'd been here going on three hours now and I was tired from all of this walking and starved from not eating this morning at the hotel.

Paris had dragged me here and the boys insisted that they were coming along with us. It was something like a small double date, I guess. Amani was spending the day with her grandma Ava and uncle Aaron. We were due to leave in four days, so we allowed them to spend as much time as they wanted with her. Yes, I did miss my little one dearly, but I'd have her all to myself once we get back home in Atlanta, so I wasn't going to be selfish.

"Yeah, my hands hurt too from all of these damn bags you got me carrying, but I'm not complaining." he shot back with a smirk. I punched him in his shoulder and rolled my eyes at his sarcastic remark. I walked ahead of them with Paris as we looked around at the rest of the stores.

"Awe, she mad now bro." Trent cooed from behind us as they laughed like the shit was funny. I flipped him a bird over my shoulder, right before Paris pulled me off inside of yet another store. I was honestly tired of shopping, but I wouldn't tell her that. Paris got crazy when it came to shopping, so I just went with the flow.

"Come on Liyah, we have to find something sexy to wear tonight." she said as she searched through the racks quickly. I did need to find something to wear, because I had left all of my 'going out' clothes at home. I hadn't planned on going while in Miami, but my best friend wanted me to, so I will. It's been a while since we went out together, so why not?

"Where the fuck y'all suppose to be going, and why don't we know about it?" Andre asked as he leaned up against the rack and directed his gaze directly towards me. His eyes were burning a hole in the side of my face right now. Trent was doing the same thing to Paris as we continued to look through the racks for something sexy, but classy too. I'm a mother, so I can't dress like I did a year ago.

"Uh, Paris and I are going out tonight. There, now you know." I said and pulled out a silver, grey two piece skirt and crop top from the rack. It was sexy, classy, and just my size. I held it up to my body and walked over to a mirror, just to make sure it would look right with my skin tone and it did. I smiled at how easy it was and went back over to help Paris, but she had already found something. She had gone off to a dressing room to try it on with Trent right on her tail.

"You didn't ask me could you go out tonight." Andre said from behind me in that deep tone of voice. I laughed softly to myself, did he really just say that. Seems that he had the game a little twisted since we got back in Miami.

"Didn't know I had too have you permission, you're my man, not my daddy." I said sarcastically and made my way to the counter to pay for my things, so we could get out of here. The faster we got out of here, the faster I could satisfy my stomach, because I could feel it damn near touching my back by now.

"Aight, we'll see."

"Your total is 53.47 ma'am" the woman spoke to me, but her eyes were planted directly on Andre. I shook my head with a smirk and dug through my purse for my black card, that was still sponsored by daddy, but Andre had already beat me to the punch and gave her his. She swiped the card and handed it back to him with the receipt and bag as well.

"Thanks for shopping, come again soon." she smiled and waved at Andre. He didn't even crack a smile as he simply nodded and waited on me to get done. I was tempted to laugh, but held it in.