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After changing clothes, Anthony jogs down the stairs now wearing clothes to go to the gym. When he walks into the kitchen he sees it's already occupied by Abella who's dressed and fixing herself breakfast. Knowing her like the back of his hand he knows that consists of a bagel with honey almond cream cheese and tea.
While entering the room her back is to him not even noticing him. After grabbing sugar from the cabinet she walks and with every step her butt jiggles in the loose wrap tie dress she wears. Anthony tilts his head wearing a face of impression before licking his bottom lip.
Still not noticing his presence he decides to take advantage of that. He creeps up behind Abella smacking her ass knowing it'll annoy her. He immediately starts backing up as she snaps her head in his direction. She lunges at him and he jogs around the island with a laugh.
"I'm playing!" He shouts as they have a stand-off from opposite ends of the island.
She grabs a grape from the bunch in a bowl waiting to be eaten throwing it at him like it did something. "What don't you get about 'you're heavy-handed'?! My booty gonna be lopsided playing with you."
She rubs her own butt going back to fixing her tea pouring condensed milk in it. He chuckles cautiously approaching her. Seeing it's safe he puts his arm around her shoulder kissing her cheek. "I'm sorry. You look good though. Where are you going?" He asks looking at the Neon dress with white stiletto pumps that compliment her skin perfectly.
"The artist we just signed is having her first photoshoot. The promo pictures and videos to introduce her to the label. Then I'm going to talk to Odera about a plan if we're going to do this album."
He nods his head about to respond, but when he sees a vase with a bouquet of roses on the island his thoughts are redirected. He doesn't remember buying them, so he asks, "Who are these from?"
"Oh, my artist. She gave them to me to thank me for signing her," Abella shrugs nonchalantly. "It was really nice actually." Anthony has no choice to brush it off when he sees Abella looking at him.
