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After he finished drying me off, he went over to his drawer and pulled out one of his tank tops for me. He walked back over to the bed, pulled me up and put the shirt over my head. “You hungry?” he asked, as he got on his side of the bed.

“No, I’m just tired,” I said as I cuddled up to him, leaving absolutely no space between us.

I had been away from my man for three days, and I had missed him so much. I watched as he turned the TV on and then turned on the XBOX One that was hooked up in his room. I lay up on him and watched him as he played Madden 15 until eventually I fell asleep.

Chapter 2: Dre

“Toya, come on, now. We going to go see my damn grandma, not to damn church. Hurry your ass up, man,” I fussed, as I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come out.

Toya’s ass had been back and forth from her closet and the bedroom, changing into different outfits because she wanted her first impression with my grandma to be a good one. Shit, as long as she didn’t come over there looking like a damn hoochie, then everything was good. The past ten outfits that she had changed into were all nice, but Toya kept taking her ass back into the bathroom to change. All she had to do was dress casual because the only thing that I was wearing was a Jordan set, with the matching sneakers and snapback.

I grabbed my phone off the bed and checked my Instagram. Now, since people knew who the hell Dre was, I swear my social media pages had been popping. Toya would kill my ass dead if she even got a glimpse of what my DM’s looked like. I didn’t pay that shit any mind though, in fact, I found it to be quite comical.

Five minutes later, she finally brought her ass out of the bathroom. I had to admit that what she had on now was the best out of all of the outfits. She was dressed in a denim, long sleeve shirt from Guess, with the matching denim jeans. Her shirt was tucked in, and on her feet were a pair of those new, red Giuseppe Zanotti heels that made her tall, slender body look perfect. Toya’s shoe game was damn near better than mine, and fuckin’ around with her ass, I had to keep up. She had her long hair parted down the middle with curls that stopped just above her ass. I swear to God, I lucked up when I pulled her, and I never planned to let her fine ass go.

“I’m ready, let me just get my purse and then we can go,” she said and walked over to her closet.

She came back out holding her red Louis Vuitton Alma GM bag. We were at her house right now because she claimed that she didn’t have enough clothes over at my house, even though her ass had a whole section of shit in my closet. I stood up from the bed and let her lead the way downstairs.

“What’s that you got on?” I said, referring to her perfume. That shit smelled too damn good, and I don’t think that I’ve ever smelled that one before.

“Oh, this is Coco Chanel Mademoiselle,” she said, turning around and smiling at me.

“Yeah, whatever that fuckin’ means. Shit smell good though,” I told her and we walked outside together.

After getting into the car, we finally pulled away, and lucky for us, it was only about a twenty-minute drive. For the duration of the ride, I had Future’s “Purple Rain” mixtape on full blast. I swear that was one of my favorite mixtapes from him. Finally, we pulled up. My grandma was expecting us. I had given her a call yesterday after Toya had fallen asleep, letting her know that I wanted her to meet my girl.

“You nervous?” I asked Toya as she sat in the passenger seat, playing with her fingers.

“No, I’m good. I mean, should I be?” she asked me.

“Nah girl, you gone love her. Come on,” I said, turning the car

off and getting out.

We walked up to the door hand in hand and I used my key and let us in. “Diandre, is that you?” I heard my grandmother yell.

“Yeah, it’s me, ma,” I said and walked into the house, closing the door behind us. Toya grabbed my hand tighter and I led the way.

“Hey, my baby,” my grandma said, walking over from the stove to give me a hug.

I bent down and wrapped my arms around her then planted a kiss on her cheek. When we pulled apart, she looked next to me and her eyes landed on Toya.

“And who is this beautiful young lady that you have with you?” my grandma said, causing Toya to blush.

“Hello, I’m Latoya, but you can call me Toya. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Dre talks about you all the time,” Toya said. She extended her hand for my grandma to shake, but instead my grandma pulled her in for a hug.

“It’s nice meeting you too. Diandre talks about you to me all the time too. I knew it had to be serious because I barely see his ass anymore,” my grandma said, causing Toya to laugh.

“It’s smelling good in here, Ma. What you cooking on?” I asked her as I walked over to the stove and picked up the top to one of the pots. She quickly popped me on my hand.

“Don’t play with me, boy. You two go wash up, and dinner will be ready,” she said.

I showed Toya the way to the bathroom and we went to wash our hands together. When we finished, we came back out and my grandma was fixing our plates. I sat down and she set a plate in front of me filled with honey ham, mac and cheese, collard greens, peas and rice and a slice of cornbread. Toya sat down as well, and my grandma placed her plate of food in front of her. After everybody had a plate in front of them, grandma said grace and we all dug in.

“So, Ms. Toya, tell me a little bit about yourself,” my grandma said.

I looked up from my plate at Toya, letting her know to relax because I could tell that she was nervous.