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“Not as much as you think.”

“You was in the wrong hands then. A nigga should be telling you that shit at least twice a day. Sometimes I gotta stop myself from saying the shit so you won’t think I’m bullshitting or so it won’t lose its value. It’s difficult though.”

“It won’t ever lose its value coming from you,” I assured him.

We kissed for a little bit before he whispered, “Thank you for coming. Shit, thank you for even being around. I ain’t realize until I met you that I don’t talk to anybody about shit.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I hugged his torso tighter as I pressed my chin into his chest.

“Yeah, but only with you.” He pushed my hair back from my face again and said, “Make sure you bring yo’ ass back to me, aight?”

I simply nodded, that already being the plan.

EIGHTEEN

daylin

DAYS LATER . . .

I woke up in Rakim’s bed a little sore from last night’s sex session and immediately grabbed my robe. My phone buzzing on the nightstand beside me startled me because I wasn’t used to having it. Rakim gave it back to me on the night of the funeral, and once I powered that shit on, it was buzzing nonstop, so I had to silence it.

I checked my messages from mainly Morgin and some of my other staff and quickly replied before a knock sounded off.

“Come in!” I shouted, and Cynthia floated in with a tray of breakfast, but this time there was a skinny vase with two roses inside and a beautiful red card next to the plate of food. There was also a green box with the Rolex logo engraved along the top.

“Good morning, Daylin.” Cynthia beamed and set the tray down once I got comfortable.

“Thank you, Cynthia. Where is Rakim?”

“He stepped out for a moment but told me to make sure you read this note.” She patted the red card.

After eating a piece of the bacon, I grabbed the letter as Cynthia skated out.

Since it’s our last night together for the time being, I thought we could do some special shit. Fill out the card and leave it on the tray.

-Rah

I smiled at the cute note then picked up the card behind it to see I needed to check off which of the choices I wanted. The directions on it stated if I wanted both of something, I could have it. I was able to choose what I wanted when I went to the spa today, where I wanted to shop, what food I wanted to eat, and mode of transportation to the date.

I finished filling out the card, then dove back into my breakfast and chai tea over ice. Once full, I went to brush, floss, and rinse with mouthwash before climbing into Rakim’s beautiful, huge shower to soap up.

By the time I got out, my tray was gone, and Cynthia let me know that there was a car outside waiting for me.

Quickly, I covered my limbs in body butter, then slipped on a simple dress since I knew the first stop would be the spa so I could get a massage, facial, then a pedicure and manicure.

Big Daddy: Make sure you relax and enjoy yourself, baby. Don’t worry about anything or how much shit costs.

Laughing at him storing his number and under that name, I quickly typed a response.

Me: Okay.

Me: Who is this again?

Big Daddy: Keep playing. Remember I’m only nice to you.

I giggled, hearting the message and locking my phone before leaving.

“Good afternoon, Miss Conrad.” The big man held the door open for me. “Mylo.” He revealed his name.