Page 109 of He Don't Play About Me
He was standing there with flowers in his hand.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I jumped up to hug him.
He squeezed me in his arms. “I got back early, and I missed you.”
“Umm, sir,” Kenya said, butting in. “But you have been taking up a lot of her time, and we miss her too.” Deja and Renee agreed.
Love let go of me and gave them a smirk.
“I understand that Islah is your friend and all, but I’m tryna make her my wife. When I want her, I’ma have her.”
I blushed. I never had a nigga talk to anybody like that. I spent years waiting for Gio to make me his wife when I had this nigga in weeks claiming what I was going to be to him.
Deja, Renee, or Kenya had anything to say after that. Deja just raised her glass while Love handed me my purse.
“I like him, Islah. Go ahead, we will see you later.”
I hugged each of them and told them I promise I would make it up. Kenya nodded her head.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to make it up… just make all three of us your maids of honor at your wedding.”
Love and I laughed as he took my hand and led me out. He was leading me to a black truck when I paused.
“What is wrong?” he asked.
“My car,” I said. “I need to get my car.”
He smirked and pulled me to the truck when I saw a nigga hop out of the passenger seat while Love opened up the back door.
“Give me your keys,” he said, and I did. “My nigga gonna drive your car home, you are coming home with me.”
The way Love controlled everything made me submit naturally.
After he handed my keys off to his nigga, we hopped in the back of the black truck and headed to his house.
I was all in his lap, kissing all over him as he gripped me tight in his arms. Love kissed me deep, making me wet and craving more of him.
Once we made it to his penthouse, Love picked me up and set me on his counter. He kissed all over me softly while his hands gripped me tight. Now and then, he would pull back and look at me.
“You can tell by now I don’t be playin’, right?” His hands tightened on me. “When I say something, I mean it.”
I nodded, my heart beating fast.
“I know you do,” I said low.
“I want to do it right, though.”
Love walked away from me, sitting on his counter, wanting him bad as fuck. He walked back out with a large box in his hand.
“I want you to know that everything about me is the truth, and the shit I say and do is not for show, it’s all for a reason.”
Love opened the box, and there was a pink diamond necklace that said love in scripted lettering.
I cuffed my mouth, shocked.
“Love, this is for me?” I asked, damn near speechless.
Love nodded with a laugh and took the necklace out of the box.
