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Once I made it in front of the door, I keyed the code in, walked inside, and removed my sneakers.

I was going to head to the back so that I could shower, but there was something on the kitchen counter that caught my attention. When I saw it, I placed my hand over my mouth, quickly walking over to the spread that was before me. I was caught off guard. I didn’t expect this. Wolf told me that he was going to be at the shop all day, so I was curious when he even had the time to do all of this.

“Awww. Look at this,” I cooed, after removing my hand from my mouth, and looking at the items in front of me.

There sat three massive arrangements of yellow roses. It was the big 150 roses, that I knew ran at least $300 each. The roses were wrapped in layers of cream and gold paper. The arrangement was so big that it took up just about the entire island. Looking closely at the roses, there was white baby’s breath in the middle of each arrangement, spelling out, ‘I love you’. As if the flowers weren’t enough, right on the side, there was stacks of money. Neatly stacked hundreds sat on the counter, and each bundle held ten thousand dollars. There were ten different stacks. Do the math. This man put $100k on the table for me.

There was a note next to the money, and it read…

You were sad today. It’s light, but I wanted to make you happy.

Love, Papa.

His ass even signed it out with the nickname that I called him. I wasn’t sure if it’s because my period was set to come in a couple of days, but I pulled the stool out, bent my head down, and I shed a couple of tears. I’ve received flowers before from Hitta, but I always used to have to damn near knock him upside the head to get some flowers. I never told Wolf to get me flowers. He knew yellow was my favorite color. He knew I loved roses. He knew that I didn’t wake up in the best of moods this morning once I saw what was taking place on social media. Then, I went to my mom’s house, and she made my day even worse. To walk into the house and see all these things so unexpected, it caused a whole wave of emotions.

I got myself together, then pulled my phone out, so I could call him. I wanted to thank him. I called him via Facetime, and he answered the phone on the third ring. When his face appeared on the screen, I could tell that he was tied up. He was sitting down, looking to be at the head of a table.

“What’s up beautiful? You good? I’m in a meeting with a couple of the managers,” he let me know.

“I just wanted to tell you thank you. I just walked in the house and saw the money and the roses. I didn’t think you were going to do that for me,” my voice cracked a little as I said this to him. Wolf looked at me and he gave me a small smile.

“You had a tough morning. I just wanted to put a smile on your face,” he told me.

“Okay. I don’t want to hold you up. I’ll talk to you when you get home. I love you so much,” I expressed.

“I know you do. I love you more,” he said, and after that, I hung the phone up.

Wolf was something in my life that I wanted to protect. I really didn’t want to put my relationship out there with him like that. I didn’t want to give these bitches access to my man. Even though that was the case, I took to social media, so that I could post a video on my Instagram story of my stuff. People were on social media all day, saying how they felt bad for me because Hitta had a baby on me, so I had to post that I wasn’t over here heartbroken because Hitta had a baby on the way.

I took a nice video, showing my beautiful flowers, and the money that my man left me with. I even showed the note. I posted it, knowing that I was going to break the internet with that.

Once it posted, I quickly stood up, so I could go to the back. I wanted to shower and get started on dinner. Wolf showed his ass today, so I had to get in the kitchen, and make his food from scratch.

I took a nice, relaxing shower. I didn’t have to rush because he was still in a meeting, meaning that he wouldn’t be home anytime soon. I was able to scrub my body really good, hop out and place a towel around me. I took care of the lengthy skin routine that I had, placed my eye patches underneath my eyes, and made it out into the bedroom. Because I was just going to chill and cook dinner, I didn’t put on anything too crazy. Just a tank top, and some sweat pants. I slipped into my house shoes, pulled my hair up into a claw clip, and the second I got a hold of my phone, I saw that I’d broken the internet, just like I knew I would.

All the major blogs had reposted my story. Everybody was making their predictions about who I was fuckin with. For the most part, everyone was right. Everyone was calling Wolf out, saying that he’s who I was fuckin with. So many of my fans commented on my story, telling me to go live on Instagram. I used to go live all the time, talk shit with them, but I haven’t done it in a while.

Since I was home alone, and was getting ready to make dinner, I figured that I would hop on and talk shit with them for a little bit. The second I got into the kitchen, and started the live up on Instagram, my followers immediately started joining the live. In a matter of ten seconds, I already had well over fifty thousand viewers.

“Hey ya’ll,” I said, standing at the sink, opening the packet of boneless skinless chicken thighs. I was going to make teriyaki chicken, jasmine rice, and broccoli. I could cook this meal in my sleep, and it was always good.

“No. I’m off tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow night. Wait, someone said that you flew into Miami just to see me. Awww, you flew in from New York with your girls? How long are you going to be here? I’ll be at the club tomorrow around nine. Ladies have free admission tomorrow before midnight. It’s half off bottles tomorrow and if someone in your party comes in with a birthday, you’ll get a free section, but you have to buy a bottle,” I said, reading comments, while also promoting the club at the same time.

They were in my comments, flooding it with the Wolf emoji. They were complimenting the flowers, asking about the club, just every damn thing. I wasn’t going to be able to read every comment because they genuinely were coming in too fast.

“Why ya’ll steady in my comments saying Wolf? I’m about to start blocking ya’ll,” I said it in a joking kind of way, but I was dead ass serious.

As I was washing the chicken, I was able to read some of the comments, and they were asking me about privacy.

“I’ve always been private in my relationships. Even with the last nigga that I was fuckin around with, ya’ll never saw me come on here and post him. I don’t move like that. Ya’ll only knew that we were dealing with each other from seeing us out in public together. I cherish people in my life that I love. Whether that’s friends, family, etc. If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know I’ll probably post my little sister every blue moon. I think I might have posted my nephew twice. Everything in my life doesn’t have to have an audience,” I went on to tell them.

I was fighting back laughter reading these fuckin comments. By me saying that, I guess they took it as me confessing to loving Wolf because that’s what they started commenting and saying. As much as they were getting on my nerves, I had a time being on live in the kitchen with them. We talked about so many things. A little over an hour had gone by, and the food was finishing up.

“Hold on, ya’ll. Let me get my charger out the room. My phone is getting ready to die,” I said, leaving the phone propped up on the kitchen counter. It was right on the side of the stove.

I went to the bedroom, going for my side of the bed, where I typically kept my phone plugged into the outlet. It wasn’t there. The cleaners came over this afternoon, so they must have moved it.

As I was looking around for it, I heard the front door open. At the same time, I just got the nightstand open, thinking that the charger might be in there. I thought about the fact that my phone was propped up in the kitchen. Wolf would have to pass by the kitchen to get to the bedroom if he came looking for me. I damn near broke my fuckin neck rushing out of the room to get to the phone. I didn’t want his ass to blow my cover. I just sat on that live with those people for over an hour, telling them that they didn’t know what they were talking about when it came to my relationship status.