“But Christmas is this weekend.”
“I know. And I know you might want to spend it with your family. But I want my people to meet my future wife.”
“Future wife?” I asked, smiling while squinting my eyes.
“Fuck yeah! I’m pursuing you with intention, Jela. I don’t mind if your people come with us, but I want you and Chunks with me because my spare time is coming to a close soon.”
“I know… That sucks too.”
“I’m going to work out my schedule and make sure I sync it to your calendar. We’ll take the distance day by day. So, what do you say?”
“I mean, you already booked the flights, so I can't say no.”
“You can absolutely tell me no. Any time you feel like it, and I won’t be mad.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to tell you no, Truce.”
He smiled at me while licking his lips.
I shook my head and sighed. “I guess I’ll be meeting the family and spending Christmas with you.”
“I love that shit for me.”
We both laughed, then went downstairs to cook breakfast.
Around noon, my mom came to get Scottlyn while Truce and I cleared the mess in the living room, then settled in there to watch movies. I was nervous about going to see Truce’s family. Things were moving at a rapid rate, and I had to wonder if this was all a dream.
Was this how all fairytales went?
“Do you know how to braid?” he asked me.
“I do.”
“You think you could give me the Pop Smoke’s?”
“You'll have to forgive me if I don’t know who or what that is.”
“You don’t know who Pop Smoke is?”
“I don’t.”
He picked up his phone from the table, tapped around on it, then showed me the photo.
“Oh, him. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Cool. Can you wash it for me too?”
I straddled his lap, running my fingers through his soft mane. “How much are you willing to pay?”
“Name yo’ price and it's yours.” He softly bit my chin, and I fed him my tongue. His fingers massaged my ass, then he slapped it, grabbing two handfuls. “All this fuckin’ cake.”
“I got it by the pound.”
We laughed as he stood with me, biting my neck, making me giggle. I gathered the hair products and followed him into the guest bathroom. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposinghis hard chest littered with tattoos and a four-pack. I stood mesmerized and drooling like a dummy.
A sexy smirk slowly rose on his face. “See something you like?”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Maybe. Get on your knees.”
