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YOU SIT cross legged on the bed, bonnet on, shirt lifting, but your smile damn near permanent. The ring light is soft enough to catch both of your faces, but not too bright.
Dee leaned back in the chair next to your bed, phone in hand, comments flying on the Instagram live you werenβt even supposed to be on this long.
Itβs two am. "She so sexyyy, Dee I need that." One comment read. You laugh, hand over your face, turning away from the camera. βStop gassinβ her on this live, ya' gone get her beat up." He says. "Nah, hold on." He added.
Suddenly he spreads a stack of crispy hundreds like itβs a deck of cards in your face. Five bands minimum, fanned out like he rehearsed it.
You pause. βBoy, what is you doing?" With the goofiest smirk, he leans in close to the camera and says, βShe say she loved me when I was broke, now watch this.β Then he sprinkles the bills over your head.
At one point, he leans forward to grab your neck, gently but firmly. His voice drops, "Tell 'em you mine before I embarrass you on this live." You canβt hold your smile, all soft now.
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