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We had a super late dinner and slept. I did 100 home, grabbed my hoe bag and headed downtown. (Don't act like ya'll don't or haven't had a hoe bag before. You know deodorant, razor, toothbrush, pair of clothes, and so forth)


I haven't slept like that in so long. I felt protected and safe. He ran me a bubble bath, I fell asleep and woke up on the bed. I guess he picked me up and dried me off too. Now let's me be honest, I woke up in the middle of the night ready for action. He turned me down and that really bother me. He said " not tonight Queenie. I know you are tired."

" No baby, I'm not that tired."

"Patience is everything."

He tucked me into him and went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning alone. I search the larger than my apartment ass hotel room and couldn't find him. There was a note on the counter in the bathroom.

My Queenie, 
I have a game tomorrow so I won't be back until Monday. I didn't want to wake you up due to me leaving because I want you to stay. The keys a BMW are in the drawer on the night stand. Your car is shit. LOL. You can order whatever you want, go whereever you want, just be home when I get back Monday Morning. No working! Look inside that awful bag you brought. I left you something. Until next time My Queenie, 
Your One

 I damn near broke my ankle trying to get to my bag. TEN RACKS!! HE LEFT ME TEN RACKS!!! I mean I'm not a broke girl but baby please, it takes me some time to strip enough for ten racks. Damn, I love this man. I mean I don't love him, but I've never been treated like this. In the bottom of the bag was a number and it said Facetime me.

I did a quick beat to the face and called him. He answered ....

" My Queenie, you look as pleasant as you did when you were asleep"

" Hi to you to mister. Thanks for last night and the cash."

" No need to thank me, anything to please My Queenie."

"LOL."

" The question is, will my Queenie do anything for me?"

" Depends on what that is."

" Take your clothes off."

" HUH?"

" I have 30 free minutes. I want you to take your clothes off and get me off."

......................... in 15 minutes, I was pouring with sweat, he needed new pants, and these sheets were done for ............

It's on when it comes home.
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