Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Lola Davis

I opened my eyes and felt Tremaine on my chest asleep. I grabbed my phone to check the time and it was 6 in the morning. I yawned and played in Tremaine's hair as I checked my emails and scrolled through my news feed.

"Put that damn phone down and go back to sleep." Tremaine grumbled.

I jumped a little bit because his voice was deep.

"Shut up damn." I rolled my eyes.

He smacked his lips and rolled over. I rolled my eyes and turn my back to him.

He began sighing loud as hell and kept repositioning himself. I let out a laugh because he was being a baby.

"Aww baby I'm sorry." I wrapped my arms around him.

"Uh uh nah you was being mean." He said.

"I'm sorry baby, come on let's go make breakfast." I said.

"Waffles." He said sitting up.

"Waffles." I said as I nodded.

We brushed our teeth and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. After we finished cooking we watching tv.

"When you gone move into the house?" He asked.

"It's like 10:00 a.m. we could really pack my clothes up now and have Sydney take care of the rest." I said.

"Just like that huh, look at you all Bossed up." He smiled at me.

I laughed.

"Shut up." I said standing up.

We went to my room and sorted out what I wanted and what I didn't want. After that we were on the way to Tremaines house.

"Welcome Ms.Davis." The staff greeted me.

"Hi guys." I gave them hugs.

They were kind of thrown off with the gesture but they should be treated as family also.

"It's a pleasure being here with you guys." I said.

They smiled and took my bags away. Tremaine wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"You're so damn sweet." He mumbled.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asked.

"I don't even know I ask myself the same thing." I said as I turned to face him.

"I love you." He smiled.

"I love you more." I said.

He kissed my lips and lifted me off my feet as I squealed.

"Tremaineeeeee." I laughed.

"Come on girl let's go test out that bed of mine." He laughed and carried me upstairs.

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