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CICI ARMANI LOVE | CICI

"WAIT, so Chrisean fought the girl with the big booty because she said she was dirty?" Sage clarified as he watched the girls fight on CiCi's iPad. They had just gotten back from ATV riding and horseback riding so after a hot shower paired with a fulfilling meal, CiCi was man down. But Sage wasn't in the mood to take a nap so he was catching up on Baddies.

"Yes Sage." She mutters.

"And the girl with the big booty was fuckin' with Blueface for real?"

"I don't know."

"Mmh, this is some shit." He laughs, turning onto his stomach.

CiCi was able to sleep through Sage's exclaims and his constant reminders of each episode. She knew she had to be up soon anyway to get ready for Tootsie's Cabaret so she let his rowdiness be an alarm clock.

This would be her first time going to a strip club and she was beyond nervous. Mostly because she didn't know what to expect when it came to the club scene. Pictures only showed so much. However, if something was to pop off or rub her the wrong way, she knew she had her boyfriend, best friend, and brother with her.

"Bae!" CiCi calls out, clearing her throat after hearing how raspy her voice sounded. When she woke up from her two hour long nap, Sage was no longer in bed with her.

"Yeah ma?" He exclaims from the bathroom.

Following his voice, CiCi unwraps the cover from around her thick frame before swinging her feet to meet the cold floor. She goes to the bar in the corner of their master bedroom for a cup of ice cold water. After quenching her thirst, she enters the bathroom. Sage was taking a number two with his elbows rested on his knees and CiCi's iPad occupying his hands.

"You still watching Baddies?" She mutters as she leans down to peck his lips. She ain't care where they was at. If she wanted a kiss then she was getting a kiss.

"Yeah, this shit interesting as fuck."

"Mmh, I told you. What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock."

Knowing that she took longer than the average person to get ready, CiCi starts her night early. First she handles her oral hygiene before staring her shower. While the steam clouded the bathroom, she strips from Sage's tee and his Polo Ralph Lauren boxers.

"You getting in the shower wimme?" She looks at Sage through the mirror as she shoves her wild hair into the bonnet.

"Yeah, after I finish this episode. It's like five minutes left."

CiCi nods as she steps into the large shower. Four different shower heads pointed to the middle of the shower as over a thousand droplets of water cascaded down her caramel colored skin. Sage was able to keep his hands to himself. He was really sparing CiCi because he knew he had a eventful night planned for them and the bedroom.

"I can already see myself beating a couple niggas up tonight." Sage shook his head as he strapped CiCi's heels on for her.

"I'll jump in," She shrugged.

"I ain't letting you fight no nigga. Ion even want you fighting period. Shit fo' the birds."

"Kaka, kaka." She muttered under her breath, imitating a bird.

"Get fucked up," Sage warned.

"I plan on doing so. You gotta pour it up with me though."

"I'll see how I'm feeling when I get there." He needed to feel the scene out first to see what type of time niggas would be on because getting drunk in a rowdy environment never ended well. If every body was calm and collected then so was he.