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“Deja, where you at baby?” he yelled for me.

The second I made it out into the kitchen, his ass found my phone. He stood directly in front of the phone, arms crossed looking at the screen. I rushed to get over to him, and I tried to grab the phone, so that I could turn the live off, but he grabbed me. My ass was caught. Red handed. Even though he was holding me, I hit the phone, allowing it to fall face down, not giving the viewers access to shit.

“I was on live. Let me turn it off,” I told him.

“What they was asking you in the comments?” he asked, turning me around, making me face him.

“I don’t know. Let me turn it off,” I was damn near begging at this point.

They couldn’t see us, but they could damn sure hear us. We were inches away from the phone. I knew that majority of them were probably screen recording the conversation.

“Why you such in a rush to turn it off?” he asked me.

“You know how I am. You know I don’t want everybody in my business,” I was whining, wanting to get to the phone, and end the live.

“Then don’t tell them your fuckin business, love. At the same time, don’t hide a nigga either,” he told me and from there, I knew his ass must have been watching the live or something on the way home.

All I did was chuckle in his face, fight to get out of his grasp, and picked the phone up. I looked at the viewers, and it was well over a million people in my live. The comments were going crazy.

“Alright. Shit. Ya’ll caught me. Damn!” at this point, I had no choice but to bow out.

This nigga walked his ass right into the camera, and they heard our entire conversation. He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me on my neck.

“It’s out there now. I’m killing over mine. You can turn that shit off now,” Wolf didn’t have to do too much.

He put it out there that I was his and let it be known without having to overly threat that he would put niggas down for me. My man really didn’t do this social media shit. If it was anyone else, they would have wanted to keep the camera rolling, once they saw that it was well over a million people on my live. Not Wolf. He just said what he had to say and then forced me to end it. I gladly reached over to end it before his ass said shit else.

“You were watching me on live?” I asked him the second I signed off and didn’t have to worry about millions of eyes being on us.

I turned around so that I could look up at him.

“On the ride home, I was getting all these notifications on Instagram. People were sending your page to my business account, telling me that you were on live. I hopped on, listening to you talk shit on the drive home. You’re a terrible liar by the way,” he said, slapping me on my ass, and then he hopped up on the counter.

I laughed at what he said, and proceeded to walk over to him, standing in between his legs. I placed my elbows in his lap, getting ready to respond to what he said.

“I was lying to them because like I told them in the live, there’s certain pieces about my life that I want to keep sacred. That shit is exhausting for the world to constantly want to be involved in your personal life. I cherish what me and you have, and that’s why I didn’t want to put it out there on front street like that. You know damn well that you aren’t the kind of man that any woman would hide. I feel like it’s a blessing to be with you,” I let him know.

“I was fuckin with you when I told you that I didn’t want you hiding me. I cherish what we got going on too. Shit, I’m at my happiest when I’m headed home and I know you’re in here waiting for me,” he replied, lighting me up with his words.

I stood on my tippytoes, so that I could place kisses on his lips. I also thanked him again for the roses, and the money that he left me with. Wolf made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal to leave me with so much money, and the beautiful roses on the counter, so just like everything else, he waved me off, not thinking too much into it.

Dinner was finished. I went ahead and fixed our plates, along with our drinks, bringing the items over to the table. I liked that we always ate dinner together. To me, it felt intimate. This wasn’t really something that I did growing up with my family, but you could tell that Wolf grew up doing it because he was adamant that we always eat together at the table.

Growing up, I had the kind of mom where she didn’t care if we ate in our rooms, so typically, that’s what me and Nari would do. Wolf always made sure that we held hands so that he could bless the food, and we would eat together.

After dinner, he helped me straighten up the kitchen. I’d already showered, so Wolf went ahead, and took his shower for the night. While he showered, I sat in the room on a facetime call with my girls. They were in awe of the flowers, and the money that Wolf left me with. They’d also been on my Instagram live, so we discussed that too.

The second Wolf walked out of the bathroom with that towel wrapped around his waist, I quickly cut the call short with my girls. I wanted to tend to my man. I didn’t allow him any time to make it over to me before I removed that towel, got down on my knees, and started swallowing that dick. I gave him eight minutes of straight throat. When he finished getting his, he removed all my clothes, ate my pussy so beautifully, making me cum back-to-back, and then he put that dick on me.

I tried to stay up after receiving those orgasms from him because I wanted us to watch a movie together, but I ended up passing out. Right there at the foot of the bed, my head hit one of the pillows, and I was out for the night.

CHAPTER 11

WARREN ‘WOLF’ BENNETT

Iwas at my parents’ house. I brought my mom over here this afternoon because there were a few things that she needed to pick up. We’ve only been over here for about five minutes. While she was upstairs, doing whatever she needed to do, I sat in the family room area waiting for her.

Looking around, you would have never guessed that just a few weeks ago, it looked like a fuckin crime scene in here. My pops blood was no longer on the floor. The only evidence left was the bullet hole in the couch.