Willow

<< THIRTY EIGHT >>

[Sorry for the interruption but... Y'all please read the end because I'm struggling here with this spin-off and I want to make it right 🥺]

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"Everything straight?" I asked, hopping up.

He just shrugged and mentioned that the were trying to find me and saw Chris first.

Walking back into the room where Benny was, I saw him still lying on the cot out cold. Sweat all over him.

"Don't worry. Your friend here will be okay. The curse seeped far into him, it took a lot to reverse it and heal him. He should be asleep for a little longer, his body needs the rest. Then you may take him." The assistant explained.

"What kind of curse was it? Is this something we need to worry about coming back or retaliation?" I asked, mostly to the doctor himself.

The man translated for me.

"He says it was a consequence. Probably from failing to own up to something or for maybe losing a bet. He definitely got caught up with the wrong person. He does not believe it is something to worry about now. We treated him and you all with a protection prayer."

I let out a deep breath.

"Thank you. We appreciate it."

I had our men bring food and supplies to the hut. Had a feeling money wasn't necessarily the most effective form of currency in this case.

And once Benny could keep his eyes open for longer than five minutes, we headed out, back into the city.

"Thanks, Dave. I could not have done this without you." Benny as we sat him down in his hotel room.

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. I did it so a niggas mental didn't feel so heavy. Rest up so I can get back to wife, man." I spoke leaving to go lay up in my own room.

As soon as I got in, I called my baby.

"Hellurrrrrrr?" Her happy ass spoke into the phone.

"What y'all up to now?" I asked shaking my head.

"We're at brunch right now, I miss you!" She whined.

"Don't do that, enjoy your last day of vacation. I'll see you soon."

"What are you about to do?" She asked looking all up in the phone, probably looking around my hotel room to see where I'm at.

I laughed. "About to take a shower then lay up for the rest of the night. Our flight is mad early in the morning."

"Shower, you say? Hold on." She whispered before I saw her get up and grab her drink. "Okay, what were you saying now?"

"Nasty." I laughed.

"Strip." She demanded, sipping on what I'm assuming was a mimosa.

"Damn, just like that? You just going to watch me wash my ass?"

"We shower together all the time. I'm just reminiscing until I can have it again." She sighed with her dramatic, freaky self.

Nonetheless, I stripped down to my draws and started the shower.

"What y'all been up to today?" I asked, testing the water for warmth.

"Brunchy brunch-brunch with the girls out on the beach. It was so nice." 

"I'm glad, baby. When I get back you not going to want to do anything with me, huh?" I said grabbing my towel and making sure I placed it on the hook outside the shower.

"Now why would you say that?!" She exclaimed. 

"Since you been out there living your best life, you must be tired of it all by now." I fake pouted, taking off my briefs and hopping in the shower. 

She didn't reply. 

"Damn, I guess that's how it's going to be." I spoke once again, standing under the shower stream of lukewarm water. I don't see how Willow be taking them hot ass showers. 

"I don't see how you always want it hot and steamy yo showers, baby. Have me boiling like crab." I chuckled. 

Again, I was met with silence. 

"Hello? Baby?" I spoke, looking over at my phone. 

Willow was just staring right into the camera, damn near chewing her lip off. 

I dropped my head chuckling. I thought I was horny. This girl beat me every time. 

But I didn't mind one bit, once I saw her hand dip below the camera, I wrapped my hand around myself getting to it with my lady. 

If wasn't what either of us wanted but it worked for now. 

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So I started writing the spin-off with the intention of basing it off of my real life, right?

It was supposed to be a dramatization of the "relationship" I had with this fake thug. It would've been like the perfect story.

But then? We stopped talking like that and now he's just my sometimes plug. However, I have another man in my life that would also make for a great plot/story. But it wouldn't be the same. He's not no regular degular hood guy. But he has a very interesting past and things that would be similar to where I was going with the book.

Really the issue here is I have real problems with changing plans and not sticking to the original. It's a personality defect of mine for real.

Help a girl out.  What would you do?