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I leaned against the counter in amusement. I was enjoying every second of this.

“Forgot?” I heard him repeat.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Where are you? I’ve been knocking on your door for the last few minutes.”

She glanced at me. Then she looked toward the front door.

“I’m actually across the hall.”

There was a pause.

“Across the hall?” he asked.

“At MJ’s apartment.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing. This was some sitcom shit for sure. Another pause followed before her father spoke again.

“Ah. I see.”

Penelope covered her face with her free hand.

“Daddy, please.”

“What? I haven’t said anything.”

I turned away because I was about to lose it.

“Give me a second,” she told him. “I’ll be right there.”

“Take your time, Pumpkin. I’ll be waiting outside.”

She hung up and stared at her phone. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I burst out laughing.

“Man, your daddy probably standing out there putting two and two together right now. There’s no hiding it now. Ain’t no way he don’t know that you be getting put into the mattress.”

“MJ!” she screeched.

“What?”

“This is so embarrassing!”

I walked over and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Baby, relax. Your daddy ain’t about to kill you.”

“You don’t know my father,” she said with a sigh.

“I know he likes me,” I said with a smile.

“He does like you.”

“See?”

“But he doesn’t need to know I’ve been sleeping over here!”

I raised an eyebrow.