The drive back home is quiet except for the complaining of Khloe and how she is not okay with being forced to move.

Finally when we get home after putting away the stuff I carry a now worn out Diyah to my bed room.

"I'm tired," she says dropping herself onto my bed.

"From what?" I ask pulling her close to me as we lay down.

"Everything, this day," she says yawning.

"Just when I was going to ask you out on that date you wanted so badly," I say jokingly.

She jumps up and her smile enlarges as she does this.

"Really?" she asks with her hands over her chest.

"No," I say smirking at her.

"Whatever," she says pouting before standing off the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask following her.

"To sleep."

"Okay, so come sleep," I say pulling her to me once again.

"Are you going to take me out on a date," she asks with a smile escaping her lips.

"Baby, I'll take you out on all the dates in the world. Anywhere you wanna go," I say smiling down at her.

"Seriously?" She asks sitting up.

"Yeah," I say sitting up with her.

"When?"

"Whenever you want."

"So," she says with a mischievous smile.

"How about now?"

"Now?" I ask with a confused look.

"Yeah, let's go on a date right now."

"It's 8 at night, where would you possible want to go right now?"

"You said anywhere, correct?"

"Yeah but now? Really?"

"Never mind, you never want to take me out anywhere," she says crossing her arms.

"I want to take you to places, trust me I do," I say taking her hand into my hand.
"I just don't think I can stand other men looking at you as if they want to eat you," I say bitterly.

"And with the clothes you've been wearing lately? No, I don't think so," I add on.

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

"It's all either too short, too tight, or it shows too much skin. Hence why I don't want other men seeing you." I say putting a curl behind her ear.

"What are you talking about?" She asks.

"Well, let's see what I'm talking about," I say jumping off the bed and to the closet where her clothes are in.

I open it and the smell of her hits my nose. She's got a natural sweet smell of her own mixed with the coconut and lime perfume spray she uses.

I pick up a dress and it's not as long as I would've preferred it to be so I throw it to the side. I then pick up a pair of jeans and they're ripped which shows more skin than I would prefer, so they along with the dress go to the side.

After throwing almost everything to the side. I look around and notice there are about five items on one side and a whole pile on the other.

She finally gets off the bed and site before me cross legged.

"So why do you have all my favorite clothes in one pile?" She says pointing to them.

"Well this big pile is all the clothes I'm going to be throwing away," I say with a grin patting the pile.
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