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some nude colored Christian Dior booties. My shoulder length bob was curled to perfection and my face was naturally flawless. I wore little to no makeup besides some foundation to cover up the bruises on my cheek and neck. I applied some nude brown lipstick and walked out to the front room. Prince was checking his self out in the mirror then put on a red Coke Boy hat. I grabbed my keys and Brown Prada tote then walked towards the door. I walked right past him and rolled my eyes. He grabbed my arm and pushed me up against the wall. “Let me find out you around that nigga, Ima fuck you up and end his shit. I don’t care if he is Samya’s brother, try me you want to.” He threatened.
    “Move Prince, aint nobody thinking about you or him.” I said.
    “You know better” he said before kissing me hard in the mouth. “You not gone kiss me back” he pecked my lips.
    “No,” I said.
    He picked me up and kissed my neck. “I love you,” he said going to work on my neck. He knew what he was doing and that that was my spot.
    “Move Prince, I got to go.”
    “I aint putting you down until you say you love me.” he said sucking on my neck.
    “No, now move boy” I said trying to get down.
    He walked me over to the couch and lay on top of me. “You don’t love me?” he asked tickling me.
    I begged him to stop. I was laughing so hard I felt like I was going to pee on myself. “Ok, Ok damn! I love you, aight you happy.”
    “Say it like you mean it.”
    “I love you Prince, you know I do.” I said sincerely.
    “Give me a kiss then.” I brought his lips to mines and kissed them. We got so into it, he started to remove my jumper. I took off his hat and tried to remove his shirt when his phone rung. He got up and helped me fix my clothes. Times like this is what I missed the most. Even though I didn’t want the moment to end, I knew it wasn’t going to last long and he would be out doing some more dirt. He walked me to my car after locking the house up.
    “How long you gone be out?” he asked me.
    “I don’t know, I’m meeting up with Mya to have breakfast and I don’t know what she got planned for later. What time you coming home?”
    “Harlem called a sit down, you know how long that could take. I don’t know what we gone do after that but I’ll try not to stay out so late.”
    “Aite, well I love you.”
    “Love you to bae” he said kissing me again.
    I closed my door and pulled off. For some reason, I got a bad feeling today wasn’t going to be my day.
    I pulled up to the mall and Samya double parked just so I could park beside her. I got out and hugged her like I haven’t seen her in 20 years.
    “Oh I miss you poo,” she said with tears in her eyes.
    “I miss you too but we just seen it each a couple of weeks ago.” I said opening the door for her.
    “Yea, but when was the last time we hung out. That man keeps you in the house so much that I forgot I had a sister.”
    “Yea right, we talk all the time.”
    We tore the mall inside and out, shopping from store to store. It wasn’t until 5:00 that we got tired. I asked her did she want something to eat. I ate from Mambo’s while she had Gino’s.
    As soon as we paid for our food and sat down to eat, I went on her telling her my drama. With Mya being my best friend and sister, I could tell her anything. It’s nothing I keep from her.
    “So how about Prince came home late last night with a fucking hickey on his neck.” I said and the fake shock look on her face let me know she wasn’t surprised.
    “Whhaattt?” she exaggerated.
    “Yes. After he jumped out of that bitch’s bed, he hopped his dirty ass in mines.”
    “I hope you aint fuck that nasty nigga.”
    “I did and that’s the bad part. But I didn’t know until he was almost finished.”
    “He was almost finished.” Mya bust out laughing. “Girl you a mess.”
    “What? You already know that nigga can’t last more than two seconds.” We both laughed.
    “Well, I hope you made