I laughed and smiled, feeling butterflies.
Who knew Malik was capable of this? Well, I did know. I see how he treated his baby mama, but I never would've thought that I, Trevon Christopher Jackson, would be receiving this treatment from him.
I felt my phone vibrate, looking down, and seeing it was Malik which made me smile even bigger. "Hello," I answered.
"Hey. Did you get the food I sent you?" his deep, sultry voice rang through my ears. I don't think I've mentioned how much I love Malik's voice. Maybe I have. I don't know. I don't care let me tell you how much I love it again.
It's just so beautiful...deep but not very deep, a slight rasp, but still smooth like freshly made silk fabric.
"I got it, baby. Thank you so much," I said, holding the phone with my shoulder and ear while I dug through the bag. "Oh shit, it's from that one Japanese spot I like. Thank you, baby. I'm finna fuck this up,"
"You welcome," he chuckled. "...One question tho,"
"Wassup?"
"What's my budget..."
I chuckled, "What the hell you tryna buy, Malik?"
"Nothin' much...I just wanna know," Spoiled ass.
"Please keep it five thousand or less," I spoke, putting the phone down and putting it on speaker.
"Okay, baby," Something new he's added to his vocabulary lately. Calling me baby.
I swear it feels like we are married already. My little house husband.
Malik would never be a house husband though. He's too prideful, and he would be bored as fuck.
"I really jus seen this expensive ass crib and stroller I wanna get Malikai—and I wanna get a bunch of shit for her new room. Do you know a designer or sum shit who paint rooms n shit like et?"
"We both do," I said.
"Huh?"
"The nigga who be puttin' together all the sets,"
"Oh shit! Ian even think 'bout that. Lemme hit Rayshawn line,"
"Yeah. I've had him do some work in my house before. He's good,"
"I know. Well, I'm bout ya go. I love you, baby,"
"I love you too, Malik...and be ready when you pick me up n we get home, Imma fuck the shit outta you,"
"You so fuckin' nasty," he giggled.
"You love it,"
"I really fuckin' do," he said low making my dick jump. "Bye, Tre,"
"Bye, Daddy,"
"Trevon sto-" I hung up laughing.
...
a couple days later
(Un)Comfortable
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