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“Your ass ain’t coming back tonight, but when you get there see if it’s a couple of our dollars lying around.” Laughing, I grabbed my purse and slid on my shoes. I had no idea what I was walking into, so my gun was definitely coming with me. My mind was racing as I climbed in my car. What if Anton’s boss was playing me, and now he was coming for his bread? The only nigga that knew where Juanita lived was Peanut, and he’s in jail. Did he send somebody over here? I had so many questions as I drove toward her house. By the time I pulled up, I was scared as hell. Since she lived on a busy street, it would be hard to see if anything was out of place.

Parking a lil ways down the block, I waited to see if anything looked weird. After there was no movement at her house, I climbed out and made my way to her yard. Going through the gate, I went to the backdoor and grabbed my key. There was no way I was walking into a trap. If some niggas had Juanita, she was on her own. I’ll make sure I call the police for her. Laughing under my breath, I tiptoed through the kitchen. I could hear her laughing, so I could assume she wasn’t in distress. Hearing his voice, I froze in my tracks. How in the hell did Anton know where she stayed? Peeking around the corner, I watched them. They were having a good time. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face seeing him with my mama, and she wasn’t lying. That nigga was looking fine as fuck! He wasn’t wearing those black joggers like he was the day I grabbed him, and he damn sure wasn’t in them Ross clothes either.

“Girl, if you gone stalk the man, at least get your whole head from around the wall. You look slow!” Anton turned to look at me as I walked from behind the wall embarrassed as hell.

“Hey, Stink.” My pussy cat jumped and I had no idea how to control her. It was easier when I could run and lock him in the basement.

“Ummm, can I talk to you outside?” He leaned over and gave Juanita a hug before standing to follow me. As soon as we got on the porch, I started in.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to take my girl on a date.” His ass was looking at me as if this was normal.

“Nigga, I got a man! I can’t go out with you.”

“After starving me and holding me hostage, the least you could do is go have a meal with me.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

“You could have left, but chose to stay there. Remember?”

“Don’t matter. You didn’t know that and you still didn’t try to feed me. I was hungry then, and I’m hungry now.”

“Fine, but I don’t care what I did. You still paying.” His smile made my knees weak.

“Say less.” I followed him to his car, and my mama was right again. Anton was in a Maybach S680, and that bitch was nice. I almost didn’t want to touch it. Almost. Sliding inside, I looked around. It still smelled like it was on the showroom floor. “Where to?” I could have told him he came over here asking to take me out, but I’ve been having a taste for some soul food.

“Jordyn’s.” He put it in his GPS and headed that way. “You don’t know how to get there? You sure you from out here?” Anton looked over at me and shrugged.

“I’ve never even heard of this place.” My head snapped around in shock.

“They food so fucking good. You probably one of them niggas that only eat at places with white tablecloths and have somebody scraping the crumbs off the table.”

“I ate stolen gizzards in a basement with you.” I busted out laughing.

“Fuck you!” We continued to talk shit about his stay with me until we arrived. Today was a packed night, so we had to park a block away. He didn’t complain about them not having valet, so he might not be that bad after all. When we got inside, we had to wait about ten minutes, and then we were seated. I was shocked Anton let me pick the food, so I got a little bit of everything. They brought our soul food eggrolls out for our appetizers, and I immediately dug in. When I dipped the second one, he leaned down and bit it. By the time our next appetizer came, I had forgotten this was supposed to feel weird. We were talking shit and feeding each other as if this was how it always was. What bothered me was that I was beginning to like it.

“You always this quiet?” Looking over at Anton, I tried to figure out how long I drifted off.

“I’m not quiet, I’m thinking.”

“About?” This nigga licked some sauce off my finger, and I almost lost my religion in front of everybody. Grabbing my drink, I downed it before clearing my throat.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how the hell you know where my mama lives.” He shrugged his shoulders before taking a sip of his drink.

“When I had to leave the house, Key tracked you to make sure you didn’t come back. You were always at that spot, so I assumed that’s where you lived.”

“That’s what your assuming ass gets. I can’t believe you tracked me.” He looked at me with his eyebrow raised.

“I can’t believe you kidnapped me.”

“That don’t mean you can stalk me. That’s kind of creepy.” I know what came out of my mouth, but on the inside, I was screaming. That shit was sexy as hell.

“You know what I’ve been wondering?” Anton interrupted my thoughts again.

“I really don’t care, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

“Who the fuck is Earl?” I looked at him before falling out laughing. This was the second time he had asked me that. This nigga was jealous. I started to fuck with him, but I was enjoying our vibe and I was already tipsy. A bitch was feeling good.

“My daddy.” He nodded.