Time [ON HOLD]

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It's been four days since i've heard from my parents. No call,No text,No check-up nothing .What did i really expect...........wow they really don't give a fuck. I was done moping around. I needed to see angel my nail tech because girlll i was looking down bad and also dave invited me out to this new chill lounge called 'Sensation'. I've never been there and why not get out the house. India's on a two week tour and i'm here all by myself. Putting my uggs on and grabbing my keys and purse i was out the door.

   "I don't know.....i really thought that they wouldn't notice me". I was just bombarded with "Fans". I was so in shock i just stood there until the lobby's officer had to literally pick me up and escort me here. "Girl so what's your next move and why u still here". "Because i'm putting this on hold...i'm going back into my first career". That was a big pill to swallow, i didn't know my next move but i did know i was going to start back working. "Michelle......WHY,you have a talent embrace it". The water works began. "I know ...... i don't want to talk about it now". "I guess girl,go wash your hands". In the mist of washing my hands i couldn't help my stare at myself in the mirror. What was i doing. The ringing of my phone interrupted me from my thoughts. It was "DB". "Talk to me don't waste my time...........getting my nails and feet done now.....drop it i'll be there". This nigga really just call me to pick up his food, but nevertheless i am going to. Lucky angel just got done. "As always i freaking love my nails and feet and i love you ...here". I handed her the money and grabbed my things. "I'll call for Security". Thanks girl.

  "Can you bring that to my car please". I ask the man behind the counter. David must have ordered for his whole team all this dam food. Hitting the keypad the man called for help to get these boxes and pans of food or whatever into my backseat. I was definitely going to give him a run for his money,having me pick up food like i run a catering Business. Tapping his contact to facetime he answered quick making a face. "What was that for"i asked stopping at the red light. "You driving and i have to send kairi off ....... call me back". Making a pouting face i shook my head ok and he hung up. Now don't get me wrong david love his daughter to death but he told me that she would only see her mother and his mother . I totally agree with him. I wouldn't want my child's father bringing all the women he's talking to around him/her. So i really respect that.

Finally pulling up to the location that i assumed it was his house i got out and walked to the door. It's home was in a neighborhood but his house was a bit off from the others. Lawn was cut and watered,flowers here and there. Nice home in general. "You gone come in or keep staring". "Rudeee". Walking into his home i couldn't help but let my eyes roam the place. It was very nice and "homey" if you would say. It was warm but not to warm and the smell of brown sugar and peaches stopped me dead in my tracks. Could he cook my favorite dessert? "David what are you baking"? "Come see to find out". I put my fist over my mouth because i was not ready,if it smell as good as it taste i was going to have to give this nigga some good neck. I quickly followed him into the kitchen and couldn't help but to admire the stainless steel equipment. "This is nice", i said in my amazed voice. "I get that a lot ma". "mmmhm". I sat on the bar and took out my phone . "You want some",he asked while taking some vanilla ice cream out. "Yes ....please". He chuckled a little before fixing me a little ass dime drop size and giving it to me. I said a quick prayer and scooping some up, putting it into my mouth. The moan that came out of my throat was truly from the heart, my eyes dam near rolled to the back of my head. "Come here man....you deserve some fucking neck". "YOOOOOOO ma,you wildn"he was on the floor laughing. I looked down at him and at my peach cobbler and shook my head. I haven't had peach cobbler since miguel was born this rock head boy is allergic to peaches. Who the hell is allerigic to fruit. I remember like it was yesterday i had make and 97 on my pop quiz and my mother told me that every test i pass she was going to reward me with some homemade peach cobbler. Miguel just had to eat some and his throat just wanted to close up on him. David was coming down from his laugh and i started to feel funny. The more i ate the more i felt stuck. It was one of those high stucks mixed in with a slight sleep paralysis stuck. "Awww shit",i said the best way i could. "David please.....what did you put in here". I infused the dough and all the dry ingredients with some loud now the peaches are just plain ....can you tell". "Fuck yeah nigga ......Dam". See i use to smoke with india back in high school. For one i couldn't hang for two it made my eyes water,nose red and the biggest of them all horny. Now he was in for a real treat. I do trust him but before the night is over i know the "neck" i was talking about  five minutes ago was going to become true..... favor for favor right.
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