I followed him inside and looked around. It was an upscale one, I could tell. He walked straight past the check in desk to the elevators.

We rode all the way to the top floor before he grabbed my arm. He put a bandana over my eyes and wrapped his arm around my waist.

I feel like a prostitute.

"Okay turn." He mumbled in my ear.

I turned towards the right and we walked to what felt like the end of the hall. I heard some music and scrunched my face up.

"Step in." He instructed.

I did as told and stepped into the room. He took it off my eyes and I rubbed them adjusting to the light. 

"Key-" I looked around the hotel room.

There was a big bouquet of flowers placed next to a gift bag. Some music was playing and candles lit the dim room.

"This so so sweet, thank you Key." I pouted.

"There's some bath water in dere, quit all that crying shit. Just relax for a minute, and chill out for I take yo ass home." He wiped my face.

"Thank you, nobody ever did nun like this for me." I opened my arms.

He gave me a tight hug and I cried on his chest. I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"Come get in with me." I tugged on his pants.

"Nah, you good." He shook his head.

"Keontae pleaseeee." I dragged his arm into the bathroom.

A bubble bath with roses was ran. My favorite wine and a glass was set to the side. I felt him pull my shirt over my head and he untied my shorts.

"Take these off." He tugged at my panties.

"Ke-"

"I'm not even on that typa time, I'm tryna help you up out yo shit. I coulda dumped yo ass in there fully clothed." He smacked his lips.

"Are you gonna get in with me?" I asked taking off my bra and panties.

"Yea." He took off his shirt.

I stepped in with one foot sitting down. He got behind me and I rested on his chest.

"Thank you baby." I played with his fingers.

"Mhm." He kissed my cheek.

•••

"You so damn rough." I scrunched my face up.

"No massage? Is that what I'm hearing?" He pushed my back.

"At this point you just punching me." I mugged him.

"I am." He shrugged.

"Get off me." I laughed pushing him away from me.

"Where you see yourself in 10 years?" He leaned back on the headboard.

"Married, kids, and in my own shop." I shrugged doing the same.

"I feel you." He nodded.

"You?" I looked over at him.

"I wanna be married, kid or two, Ion really know besides that." He shrugged.

"What you doing when you get out?" I asked.

"Gotta figure it out, I invest now so I could just do that and flip it. I got enough saved up, but Ion really got anything." He dug in his pocket pulling out a blunt.

"That's okay, you got time to figure it out." I nodded.

He took a pull from it and blew out the smoke.

"How yo pops?" He asked.

"Good, he got in his house." I nodded.

"You ain't never talked about your mom." He looked over at me.

"She's far from a mother." I shook my head.

"What happened E?" He grabbed my legs sitting them in his lap.

"When my dad got locked up, she always had men in and out the house. It wasn't for money cause my dad left plenty, she was just spiraling. I was maybe 10 when I first started being around all of them. She'd send them to pick me up from school, feed me all that. There was one, he was like the best. He always gave me candy and helped me with homework." I ranted.

"Then one day, my mom was out and Paris wasn't home either. But she had let him stay so he said let's play a game." My voice cracked.

"I didn't know what the game meant, but at the time I wasn't old enough to realize what was happening. So for the next 3 years he took advantage of me and she never believed me." I looked away from him wiping my tears.

Only Paris knew about it, I never told my dad. I hated talking about it because I felt so dirty. I was a literal child and my innocence was taken away from me.

"C'mere." He grabbed my arm.

He wrapped his arms around me and I took a deep breath before breaking down.

Ugh you soft ass bitch.

"Shhh you good." He kissed my forehead.

I nodded my head sniffing a bit. He wiped my tears with his thumb before resting his forehead on mine.

"I gotchu." He pecked my lips softly.

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