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Staring down at him, Natasha felt her hands twitching. Every second she spent looking at him, the more pissed off she'd become.
"D'Sean!" She hisses but he doesn't budge making her grit her teeth. Shoving his shoulder she calls his name again in hopes of a response.
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He turns his face away from her causing her to suck her teeth at him. Lifting her hand, she brings it down on his cheek.
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Finally his eyes open, him glancing over at her lazily before a small smile comes across his lips.
"Don't smile at me, nigga! What the fuck am I doin' here?!" She yells at him and he chuckles before licking his lips. Arching her brow, she crosses her arms over her chest and glares down at him, wanting to smack him again for how childish he is.
"Good morning to you too, Natasha." He grumbles in his morning voice and she rolls her eyes at him.
"Where are my clothes? I swear to God, D'Sean, if we fucked last night I'm gonna fuckin' punch you." She threatens him but he just lets out a raspy laugh before turning on his side.
"If I fucked you, you wouldn't even be standing right now, ma." He informs her and she gives him a look of disgust.
"Boy please, you gotta have the right dick to go with that energy." She laughs at him and he clenches his jaw before tossing the blanket off of him. His morning wood stood proud against his thigh, covered by his briefs.
