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“I like seafood.” She smiled.

“I got you.”

I watched her as she gathered her things, and I walked her out of the room and to the front door. Once I got her to her car, I pulled her into a hug and squeezed her tight.

“Thank you, again. You don’t know how much you showing up today meant to me.”

“It was no problem. That’s what besties are for.” She smiled.

I watched as she got in the car and drove off. When I made it back in the house, I went into Lu’s room, and she was still awake. Walking over to the side of her bed, I took a seat and grabbed her hand.

“Rakeem,” she called out to me weakly.

“Wassup, shorty?”

“That’s her,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Th-that’s her. Journei. She’s the woman for you. Sh-she’s the one fr-from my dreams.”

I was stuck at her words. What did she mean Journei was the woman in her dreams?What was she trying to tell me?

“I had a dream about the woman that would teach you how to love again,” she rasped. “When I opened my eyes and saw her, everything about her was so familiar. I recognized her voice. She’s so good with Peace.” She stopped to catch her breath. “Don’t shy away from her, Rakeem. You like her. I can tell. Otherwise, she would have never stepped foot inside of this house. Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Let Journei love you. You deserve it.” She gave my hand a light squeeze before closing her eyes. The lone tear that dropped from my eye before I even realized it had formed.

Was everything that Lu was saying true? Had she seen Journei in her dreams? Was she sent here to comfort me? I didn’t understand all of this and right now I didn’t want to. I wouldn’t completely ex out the thought, but right now, my primary concern was providing Lu with a peaceful transition.

Chapter Thirteen

JaRue

sometime later…

Things between me and Hassan have been going great. We’ve been on a few more dates, had a lot more sex and even had playdates with the girls. It was refreshing to be dating someone who seems to have a genuine interest in you. We haven’t established a relationship yet, and I will not pressure him into one. Hopefully, he will be able to let me know sooner rather than later what we are, and what we’re doing.

I left the premises today to get lunch. When I came back, I was surprised to see Hassan’s truck parked out front. I knew he had business with The RCF, but he usually calls or texts when he’s coming by. Maybe they had an impromptu meeting or something. Grabbing my purse, I walked inside and saw Hassan sitting in the chair closet to my desk with an enormous arrangement of purple roses. As I was nearing my desk, he stood with a smile on his handsome face. Before handing me the flowers, he pulled me into a hug and kissed my neck.

“These are for you, beautiful.” He handed me the roses, and I blushed at how thoughtful he was.

“Thank you,” I simpered. “What are you doing here, though? Did you have a meeting?” I asked as I sat the roses on the counter behind my desk.

“Nah. I came to lay eyes on my girl because I missed her.” He smiled.

His revelation caught me off guard.

“Why you looking like that?” he asked.

“You said I was your girl. When was that established?” I asked for my own knowledge.

“It was established the moment I slurped that pretty little pussy up like a hot pocket, then again when I let my dick get acquainted with it. If you need some reassurance, you can go tell Knas that you’re leaving for the rest of the day,” he asserted.

“Nigga, I told you don’t come in here trying to run shit and I hear you trying to make my receptionist leave work early.” Knasim came from out of his office with a smirk on his face, embarrassing the hell out of me.

“I’m sorry, Knasim. I won’t be leaving early. I can assure you,” I declared.

“Damn, baby. You’re going to choose this nigga over me?” Hassan asked.

Before I could respond, he smiled and leaned down to kiss my lips.

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