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paisholotus · 4 months

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Ch.6

Nalae's pov

It's been 4 months.

I put on this multi colored striped long sleeve crop top sweater. And some blue jeans. I added some jewelry and rings. My hair was slicked back in a half up and half down style, I Spritz myself with some love spell. And rushed to put on my shoes. April banged on my door, rushing me to hurry up. "Come on, bitch, damn! You know that place get pack during lunch hour." She yelled, through the door.

Her outfit and hair

Since everyone else had something else to do, it was just me and April at home. I grabbed my bag and opened the door. April looked me up and down and said, 'You look Damn good'. Causing me to stick my tongue out at her and complement her too. "Yeah, girl, you looking thicka than a biscuit." She said, patting my ass. I cackled and locked the door behind me.

I finally got my license, so I had the car. We got in the car and started to drive to the restaurant, I wanted to try for the first time. We talked about school, niggas, talked shit about the people we don't like; you know the usual. We finally made it to the restaurant and got out walking in. Today i was going to show April around, since she doesn't come to visit much. I ain't know every part of Philly, but I've been getting around nicely. Hopefully it don't rain because it's been cloudy, and thundering.

We were starving, so I ordered the pizza, wings, salad, nachos, and April wanted the Chicken Alfredo. I noticed April smirking at me, sipping on her drink. "What?" I said, laughing.

"What's going on between you and Lucious? Y'all been getting mad comfortable. Every time I see you, you with him. Holding hands and acting all lovey dovey, it's cute." She said, laughing at me, turning away and acting like I don't hear her.

She snapped her fingers in my face, but I pretended to ignore her. Then i turned to look at her and down at the menu. "Do you think I should order dessert?" I asked her. She popped my hand, and I busted out laughing. "Now answer my question! And yes, what kind they got?" I chuckled at how fat we are.

I looked back at her and shyly smiled, "Nothing is going on. I think we are just friends. He hasn't even asked me to be his girlfriend, even though we have been on plenty of dates." I said, the last part lowly not looking up at her.

"Mmcht. Y'all be on that couple shit. Be kissing each other all in the mouth, last I check friends don't do that. If so, then why wasn't I notified." I laughed loudly at her. One thing about April was she had no filter, she unapologetically herself.

"I mean, we've been talking for a long time, but I don't wanna rush into something I might not like. I'm really not thinking about going to the next level, I'm enjoying just getting to know him. Plus, I'm afraid he might judge me or leave me about.....yknow? He said he wouldn't rush me into something I wouldn't do." I said. Looking at my hands, playing with the end of my sweater. Something I did when I was dissociating or uncomfortable.

April leaned over the table slowly and gently grabbed my hand. "Nae. Nalae, look at me." I lifted my head, looking at her through my lashes. She gave me a sympathetic smile and said. "You can't let what happened to you define you. Because it wasn't your fault, stop letting that fear stop you from your happiness. Whatever that happiness may be, you deserve to be happy, boo. Okay?" I blinked away the burning tears and smiled. "Thanks, Lala. I love you." She kissed my cheek and sat back down in her seat.

"OK, now, let's talk about, Mr. High yella." She said, and I died laughing. "Do you think he's fucking other bitches?" She asked.

"If he is, then it is what it is. If he wanna, an easy girl that'll give it up for the smallest of attention, that's him. Like I said, he ain't asked me to be his girlfriend." I said, even though I felt a little jealous at the thought.

"Come on, now Nae. Y'all gotta feel something for each other? Have you seen the way he looks at you. The way he's overprotective of you, or the way he's gentle and patient with you." She said.

I smiled, putting a fry in my mouth. I know my feelings for Marcus were strong. I never felt like this about anyone. We knew a lot about each other but also so little. I haven't told he everything about myself, and neither has he. He still hasn't told me why he calls himself Lucious Lyon. So even though we've know a lot about each other, we still have a lot to learn about each other.

April was chowing down when I tapped her hand, "Don't you tell anyone this." I told her sternly. She looked at me and could tell I was serious and slowly nodded.

"Marcus told me every girl he's had sex with or been with he's never kissed them on the lips, and he doesn't let them touch his face. And he has never fucked a girl in his house, or his room for that matter." April looked at me with a 'tf' face. I nodded.

"I know right, sounds crazy. But he told me he let's me touch his face and kiss him, because I'm different. And said that he doesn't wanna just fuck me he actually likes me. Like last week he said I was the first girl to even be allowed in his room, since he lost his virginity. Which he told me he was 14." I said.

"Ok, well, if that isn't a sign that he likes you, I don't know what is. He, for real cares for you, Nae. I mean, when you walk the street alone, he walks with you to make sure you're safe. He be buying you jewelry, the streets be talking and word is he ain't never brought jewelry for a girl. I mean, you wearing the necklace he brought you now. " I brushed the new nameplate necklace that said, 'peaches'. I smiled, remembering the day he called me that.

Flashback

"Come, on now, Lucious, you gon make me drop em." Nalae's parents were at work, and Nalae was left at home again, so she invited Lucious over for lunch. And right now, he had his arms around her waist kissing on her neck, making her blush. Nalae placed her bowl of peaches and pineapple on the kitchen counter so she wouldn't drop them. "Can you stop playing, please. How do you want your sandwich?" She asked him.

Lucious back her into the counter, staring into her eyes and lifting her onto the counter. She gasped and hit his arm, trying to push him out the way so she could get back down. Her family was cool with Lucious, but they wouldn't like the position they were in.

"You know what, lil mama, I would like to be sandwiched into something else." He said lowly. Licking his lips. Nalae's face burned, and she shyly pushed his face away.

She picked up her bowl of peaches and began eating them. He chuckled and picked up a chunk of pineapple, putting it into his mouth, "This is literally all you eat." He said, teasing her. She giggled and said, "I love fruit. If that was the only thing I could eat, I would be fine with that. Plus, peaches and pineapple are my favorite fruits."

He stared at her for a minute before smirking at her, "So peaches, loves peaches." He said, looking at her seductively. She scrunched up her face at the nickname and picked up another peach cube, "Peaches? Nah, Nalae, sir." She was going to place the peach in her mouth when he grabbed her hand and said, "Nah, for now on, you're my peaches." And placed the peach in his mouth, sucking her finger.

End of flashback

Siya felt herself get hot and bothered at the memory. That whole day she had to keep her thighs clenched, because he kept teasing her. Making her sexually frustrated.

-Time Skip-

Narrative

Nalae and April left the restaurant and made it back home, but decided they wanted to take a walk before going in.

They were laughing and talking, just enjoying each other's company. Nalae was looking forward laughing at something April said, when April turned to the right of her to see Lucious, his boys, and the girls looking at them. But Lucious was staring at a certain chocolate skin girl with a smile on his face.

"Well, if you don't believe you two have something. Look at the way homeboy looks at you." April said.

Nalae looked at her confused and looked at the direction she was looking at. And there was Lucious and his boys, their eyes locked on each other, and she shyly looked back forward.

"Your man coming over here." April teased her. Nalae flipped her off and rolled her eyes. She turned to look back at Lucious. She had butterflies erupt in her stomach, Lucious made her nervous every time he was around her. Lucious bit his bottom lip, his peaches looked so good today. And she was wearing his necklace, which was making his dick stand up.

He grabbed on to her sweater, pulling her closer to him, cupping her cheeks and kissing her. He pulled away, brushing her bottom lip, making Nalae melt in his embrace. "How your day been, Mama?" He asked her, looking into her eyes.

She blushed and tried looking down, but he lifted her face, making her make direct eye contact with him. "It was good." She said softly.

"That's good. I see you wearing my necklace." He said, lifting his hand up under the necklace. Brushing his thumb over it. He pecked her lips one more time, causing her to giggle.

"Ahem." They stopped and looked at April, who had her arms crossed and playfully tapped her foot. "Ok, Nae, if you done sucking yo man's face, I'm ready to go home." Nalae snapped her head towards her and glared at her. Lucious looked Nalae up and down and chuckled, pulling her close to him.

"Y'all, wanna come over to our house?" Aaliya asked them.

Everyone nodded, agreeing to come over to Nalae's house, but Lucious had to do something first, and he wanted to bring peaches with him.

"Come with me somewhere." Nalae looked up at him and smiled. "Where we going?" She asked him. He playfully rolled his eyes and pulled her towards his car. "Just come on." She nodded and told her cousins and sister she'll see them later.

He grabbed her hand, walking them towards his car. She blushed at the action. Every time her and Lucious touched, she felt sparks. She looked up at him, and he looked away. She could see a tiny tint of redness in his cheeks, and she quickly looked away. Was....he... blushing?

Nalae had Lucious thinking bout a lot of things. They got into the car and drove off. Lucious had to go home for a second to get something from his uncle. Lucious had one of his songs playing again, and she rapped with the lyrics bobbing her head. He looked at her and smiled big, something about her really enjoying his music; it made him feel good.

Lucious has known Nalae for a whole four months, and in that time, his feelings have grown stronger for her. He was buying her flowers, jewelry, and anything she wanted. But she didn't want a lot of things, she wasn't that type of girl. She said she just wanted to spend time with him and get to know the real him. And that confused Lucious.

But Lucious did know quite a lot about Nalae, but he knows she hasn't told him everything. But neither has he. But he was willing to tell her anything. When his uncle and boys tell him he's in love with Nae, he couldn't even front anymore because deep down, he knew it was true.

Nalae Jackson had him hooked. But he didn't know that she felt the same, she was falling mad fast. Her chocolate brown eye's, her white Colgate smile, her laugh, her smartness, they way she confidently held her own. And didn't take shit from nobody. Nalae Jackson had sinked her teeth into Marcus Parker, and she won't letting go.

He had already fallen for her, and that scared the hell outta him. Because Nalae was a good girl, and Marcus knew he wasn't good enough for her. Yet he was too much of a selfish bastard and refused to let him go.

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paisholotus · 7 months

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Ch.4

A/N: I know these songs are not 90s accurate, but to me, they fit this chapter well. But I hope y'all still enjoy 🤎

Songs Played

Int'l Player's Anthem: UGK, Outcast

Let's Get Away: T.I.

Soul survivor: Young Jeezy, Akon

Say it: Neyo

Lucious pov

I pulled into my neighborhood, with the music blasting, I turned to look at little Mama bobbing her head. She seemed like the type to listen to R&B—that slow song shit. I reached over to change the song, but she shook her head, reaching over to turn it up.

"Don't change it; I like it." She said. She bobbing her head to the lyrics, making a stank face. The lyrics were raw and deep; it was that rough shit that only people in the hood could understand. But she was reacting to the lyrics like she could relate.

"You like that?" I asked her. I came up to my house and put the car in the park. I gave her an ear-to-ear smile, watching her let loose into the music. Lil Mama told me the day I walked her home from the basketball court that she loved music. It was also the day she agreed to go on this date with me. I love a woman who appreciates music, and I'm not talking about that lovey-dovey shit. I'm talking about music that's about the struggle of the streets. There are not a lot of girls like that.

"Hell yeah, that shit hot." She said, humming with the chorus. Lil Mama got some pipes on her too. When she told me she loved music, I told her to sing sum for me. Of course, I already knew she could sing, considering I was at her birthday. And she sang a couple of songs with her friends. When I asked her to sing for me, I felt something I hadn't felt before. Her voice was smooth but strong, like those older church ladies that would hit those low notes. You wouldn't think a powerful voice came out of a little body like hers.

I turned the car off, grabbed her flowers, and got out of the car. I walked over to her side, opening the door for her. "That was me." I said, grinning. Grabbing her hand, I helped her out of the car. She looked at me, surprised, and gave me a big smile.

"You for real? She asked me. I nodded as I put my hand on her waist, guiding her up the pathway. I decided to invite her over to have dinner with me and my uncle. But if I'm being completely honest, this was a test to see if my uncle liked her. My uncle is opinionated like fuck and outspoken. If he doesn't like your ass, he'll tell you he doesn't like your ass.

My uncle is pretty much like my pops; he took me in after my father was killed and my mom's died. I don't really care that my mama is dead, but for my pops to get taken away from me, I would never forgive the nigga that did it. But I'll get into that another time.

I opened the door and motioned for her to walk in. She looked around and smiled softly. "You live here?" She asked, looking at the pictures sitting on the coffee table. I stared at her blankly and nodded. I was looking for a sign of judgment, but I didn't find anything.

She just walked around, continuing to smile at pictures. She stopped at a baby picture of me and giggled. "Is this you? You were a fat baby. With a big ass head." She cackled. I sent her a playful glare and walked up to her, getting into her space.

She still smiled, showing her pretty white teeth. "Oh, you got jokes, little mama?" She smirked at me. Pulling the collar of my shirt, "Oh, I got plenty. But imma be nice. I don't want to crack on you in your house." She said, backing away a little. But I walked back up to her, grabbing the side of her face and looking down at her lips. But I was interrupted by my uncle clearing his throat.

"Marc, are you going to introduce me to?" Unc said, looking at little Mama. She gave him a big smile, and that's when I noticed she had dimples and thought that was the cutest sh*t ever. "Hi, I'm Nalae. It's nice to meet you." She said, reaching her hand out to shake his hand. He smiled at her and shook her hand.

"You don't mind me joining you and Marc for dinner, right?" He asked her, and she shook her head, placing her bag down on the couch and sitting down. I went to sit down beside her and watched her look at the cut-up vegetables. "Whatchu, cooking?" She asked him.

"Some fried pork chops, greens, and sweet potatoes." She gave an approved nod, showing all her teeth. Unc looked at her and chuckled. "What are you smiling so big for?" She leaned forward, laying her head on her wrist, and smiled. "I love to cook. You want me to help you?"

I chuckled, walking into the kitchen to have a drink. Me and little Mama made eye contact, and she smiled, sticking her tongue out at me, and looked back at my uncle, who raised his brow at her. "You can cook? Don't bring yo ass over here and fuck shit up!" He said, in all seriousness.

She playfully smacked her teeth and walked over into the kitchen to wash her hands. I sat at the kitchen counter, watching Little Mama pick up the meat and begin seasoning it.

Unc crossed his arms, watching her with a blank face. She dipped the meat in some flour, lightly shook it, and put it in the hot oil. "Who taught you how to cook?" Unc asked her.

She smiled and put the other three into the oil. "My mama. Taught me everything to know about food." She said it proudly. Unc walked over and began cooking the sweet potatoes. "We'll just see how good you do, then." Unc said, side-eyeing little Mama.

-Time Skip-

"Damn! That was good asf." Unc said, looking at little Mama. She smirked cockily at him and put another piece of pork chop in his mouth. "Damn, you can eat! This is your third plate." He said this, looking at her in disbelief. She playfully rolled her eyes, turning to look at Unc. "I told you I loved food." She said she was drinking her tea. I chuckled, pulling out my toothpick. "Ain't shit wrong with that. I like a girl that can eat." I said, staring into her eyes.

She looked down, smiling shyly, finishing her food, and leaning back into the chair. Unc got up, shaking his head, and picked up the plates. I leaned over, resting my arms on the table, and looked at little Mama. "Are you having a good time, mama?" I asked her. She nodded, drinking the last of her tea. "Yeah, your uncle is good people." She said, smiling softly.

I gave her a genuine smile, walking over to the coffee table and picking up the blunt. I was honestly new to this shit. I've never brought a girl to my house for a date—not even to fuck; I would always take a girl to the motel for that; I ain't trust hoes enough to come into my house. I ain't never had actual genuine feelings for a girl before; I had neither time nor patience to catch feelings for no bitches. But little Mama was different—all the way different. She won't like the other females trying to get at me. I've only known her for a couple of weeks, and in that short amount of time, Shordy was actually trying to get to know me. And didn't judge me or my choice of living. Like now, tonight she was in the kitchen cooking with my uncle, like she belonged here or something.

I could tell I had strong feelings for her already; I would miss her presence when I left her. I just wanted to be around her, to talk to her, to listen to her, etc. She was honestly making me go crazy every time I saw her smile. She made me feel nervous. You would think Nalae was the type of girl to go for smart, nerdy niggas. She gets good fucking grades and says she wants to go to college. And that shit makes me nervous because I know I couldn't do none of that shit. I know I'm smart—really fucking smart. Unc tells me all the time to get out of this street life. But the street life is all I fucking know, plus we ain't got the money for college. No matter how much I secretly want to go.

But I ain't gon ever be a doctor, lawyer, shit like that. I want to make music and make my way into owning my own company. I know deep down that she deserves better, but Ion want to let go of her; I want her to be mine.

I heard a tap on the table, and she looked at me softly with concern and mumbled, "Are you okay?" She must have noticed me deep in thought. I grinned at her and nodded. "I'm straight, baby." I said, handing her the blunt. She shook her head and mouthed ''another time''.

Unc came back to the kitchen with a beer in his hand. "Alright, rich girl. Imma, play my playlist, and I know! You ain't going to know these songs." Little Mama rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth. "I'm not rich. And yeah, whatever, go ahead and play it. I know everything there is about music." She said.

Soul survivor: Young Jeezy, Akon

"Konvict

Akon and Young Jeezy

Tryin' to take it easy

The only way to go

And so (Ay, let's get it)"

The intro of the song played, and me and Unc watched her to see if she knew it. But she kept a half-smiled face, and then the hook came on.

"But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block.

With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now

Because I'm a rider.

Oh, yes, a soul survivor.

'Cause everybody knows the game; don't stop.

Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass gets popped now.

If you are a rider, yeah.

Oh, yes, a soul survivor."

She rapped along with the lyrics, making Unc look at her in surprise. She looked sexy as hell, rapping word for word. She took Unc's brim and placed it on her head, rapping the bridge of the song.

''Cause if you lookin' for me, you can find me.

On the block, disobeying' the law

Real G, thoroughbred from the streets

Pants saggin' with my gun in my drawers

Just to keep on moving now

Just to keep on moving now, yeah."

Lil Mama and Unc sang the last bit of the song before she looked up at him with a cocky smirk. "OK, old timer, next song." She said. Pouring herself another drink of tea. "Betta, watch your mouth, girl; I ain't old! And lucky guess." He said, eyeing her. I chuckled, and she raised her hands up in surrender.

Let's Get Away, T.I.

Unc placed some playing cards on the table because he bet he could beat her at spades. The intro of the next song came on, and Little Mama's face immediately lit up.

"Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town.

Hey shawty, I was feeling' for you.

(Was you thinkin' of me, hey, hey?)

Hey, let's get a room, Shawty. We can freak something out if you're down.

(What would you do?)

Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you."

She sang the intro and began rapping the first verse.

"I bet they'll be like," I know he is tired of the nightlife.

He wants a wife; he's just looking' for the right type."

Yea, right, I'm bein' through the city lights.

My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint.

I'm chillin' with Brazilian women with heavy accents.

They black friends transliterated', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent

Have relations with them in many places.

Leavin' semen on their British faces

Make'em kiss their partners with it in their faces.

Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states

I got young ladies requests for What's Your Name on 50 stations."

She looked at me, smirking, giving me a little fuck me eyes, then shyly looked back at her cards, rapping the rest of the songs. "Alright, baby girl, whatchu got?" Unc asked her. Lil Mama stood up, slammed her cards on the table, and threw her head back, laughing and sticking her tongue out. I groaned watching her slide my money across the table, looking at Unc glare at Little Mama take his money.

A/N: *add cardi b laugh, with tongue out* 😂

She laughed and looked to the side, to Unc, trying not to smile at her. "Nah, you can have your money back. But I'm keeping the hat; they go well with my trainer Circuits." She said, as she handed him back his money. But she looked at me and smirked, putting my money in her back pocket. "But you are not getting this back." She said, winking at me. I clenched the side of my jaw. Little Mama, you better be lucky we are in front of my uncle right now.

Int'l Player's Anthem: UGK, Outcast

Another song came on, and she sat back in the seat, quietly rapping the lyrics.

"So I typed a text to a girl I used to see.

Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I want to be

And I apologize if this message gets you down.

Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town.

And I hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smile.

Wetness all around me is true, but I'm no island."

"Your brother Lamar told Marc you didn't grow up here." Unc asked her. She gave him a small smile and looked down at her hands. "I grew up in Washington. We were homeless, living out of our car maybe... until I was 13... yeah, I was 13. That's when my dad got a job opportunity here in Philadelphia to work at a hospital. But even then, we were still living in our car when we moved up here. When we were in Washington, my mom and dad struggled a lot. But the main struggle was who was going to look after me and Lamar. Most of the time, my older sister and brother, Tisha and Ant, watched us while my mom and dad took morning and night classes." She said, looking him in the eyes, then looked back down at her cards.

"Sometimes I wondered where they got the money because, like I said, we were living out of our car." She said, chuckling. But I looked back down, frowning. Unc looked at her sympathetically and said, "You don't have to finish, baby girl." She shook her head and said, "No, it's ok. I want to. My mom tried to feed us every day, but sometimes we did and sometimes we didn't. But we didn't complain because we knew our situation. Well, me and Mar do, to a certain extent. Tisha and Ant still don't tell us what my mom and dad did to make money. I mean, it still boggles my mind that we live in the house we live in now." She frowned, crossing her arms, leaning back into the chair, staring down at the floor.

"Everyone has a story, and everyone has done some things we're not proud of." She said, lastly.

Damn, little Mama has been through some shit. I looked at her curiously as she turned to look at me with a blank face. She said everyone has done something we're not proud of, and I don't think that necessarily includes me. Because everything I've done I don't regret, does that mean she's done some really bad things? Lil Mama doesn't seem like the type to hurt anybody; she can fight and handle her own. Plus, she has a mouth on her, but I don't think she can do what I do.

She looked at the clock, and my eyes followed hers; the clock read 8:45. She stood up and smiled at Unc, sticking out her hand. "Well, it was nice meeting you...?" She trailed off the end sentence because Unc didn't tell her his name. He stood up and gave her a hug, which shocked me because my uncle doesn't hug anyone outside of family. "Rodney, you are welcome to come over anytime." She smiled and tried giving his hat back, but he shook his head and told her to keep it. She invited us over to her house tomorrow for dinner, and Unc said yes before I could say anything. I looked into little Mama's chocolate brown eyes, almost pleading with a small smile on her face.

''Ight, I'll be there." She gave me a big smile, kissing my cheek, and walked to the door, waving bye to Unc. Before I got out the door, Unc said, "Aye, I like her. Yo ass betta, keep her." I smirked and walked out the door.

Say it, Neyo.

I helped her get into the car, walked over to my side, and got in, starting the car. I pulled off, taking her back home. Lil Mama turned on the radio and instantly started singing. "I love this song." She said, smiling at me.

"Girl, why don't you

Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Say it, say it, say it.

Girl, why don't you

Tell me what you want from me.

Girl, won't you

Say it, say it, say it."

She sang the lyrics so fucking beautifully. This girl had the most perfect smile I've seen. She looked so sexy singing that I looked down at her lips. They were full and two-toned, but I promised myself I would behave and not kiss her.

I pulled up to her house and parked on the curb. I looked at the clock, and it said 9:06. The bridge of the song came on, and she looked at me with seductive eyes.

"Anything that you want, baby, tell me you want it.

I got it, babe.

(Baby, tell me what you want; I got it.)

No more hoping and wishing.

Name your position.

I got it, babe."

She leaned over the console and brushed her lips against mine. I felt my heart rate pick up. A girl ain't never had this effect on me; she had a nigga feeling nervous right now. When the hook came back on, she looked me in the eyes and sang to me.

"Boy, why don't you

Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Say it, say it, say it.

Boy, why don't you

Tell me what you want from me.

Girl, won't you

Say it, say it, say it."

My eyes bored into hers, but what she said next made me lose every restraint I had.

"Come here, Marcus."

I grabbed her throat and crashed my lips into hers. I groaned at how soft and juicy they were. She gripped the collar of my shirt and moaned. I unbuckled my seat belt, pulling her into my lap. I gripped her ass, and we moaned into each other's mouths. She tapped my shoulder, letting me know to stop. I pulled away, both of us breathing heavily, and we stared into each other's eyes.

"Sorry, I don't mean to do that." She said it quietly. I shook my head and softly gripped her chin. "It's alright, little mama. I liked it." I said, pecking her lips one more time.

I let her get off my lap and got out of the car. I opened her side for her. I helped her out and began walking her to her door. We walked up the steps to her door, and she turned around and smiled at me.

"Thanks for tonight. I had fun." I nodded and walked forward, closing the space between us. "Glad you enjoyed yourself." I said, cupping her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her one last time. But was stopped when the door opened.

It was her sister glaring at me with her arms folded. Lil Mama turned to look at her, only for her to point her finger into the house. She turned to look at me one last time and kissed my cheek again. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

I nodded and watched her walk into the house. "Bye, mama." She waved goodbye, walking away, and her sister gave me a head nod and closed the door.

I walked down the steps and walked to my car before looking back and thinking, ''damn what you're doing to me, little Mama's"

This Lucious uncle, Rodney

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