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"Um, nothing is funny about putting a gun to someone's head! I told your ass that I was here with my best friend when you first came in here."
"Well, my bad, you have got to excuse me and understand that this nigga doesn't usually bring strangers to his spot. I'm sure this won't make you feel better, but you did look pretty as hell on your knees."
Pernelle smacked her lips, and then Hov led me into the hallway.
"Listen, don't ever come running after me when I tell you to stay somewhere. That could've been someone coming here to blow my head off, and I can't protect you if you don't listen to me."
"I'm sorry, Hov, it's just that my best friend was in there and I didn't know what was going on."
"I don't care if it was our children in there, don't follow me if I tell you to stay somewhere, alright?"
I nodded my head like a child because I felt like I was in trouble. I wasn't upset about it; I was in fact the opposite, feeling my clit throbbing just as it was outside on the ledge.
"I'm sorry Hov. I won't do it again."
He nodded his head, and then the doorbell rang down the hallway.
"That must be Chef Bam. I'm going to let him in, then I'm going to my room to take a nap until he finishes cooking. If you'd like to join me, feel free to do so. I need to power up for the rest of my day."
"I'm so with you on that."
Hov yawned, and I instantly got excited about climbing into his bed with him, even though I'm sure we won't have sex. Hov is showing me that intimacy comes in many different forms, and that helps both of us have patience for the real thing. I'm seeing now that the true definition of big dick energy is when you can exert it without sticking your dick in someone.
I didn't think a feeling like this existed, and I've been married before. I guess it was only something you can find in Hov Land.
My favorite place to visit these days.
Chapter 4
Pernelle
Ciara and Hov had disappeared into another room, and I was left out here with the nigga who just tried to put his gun down my fucking throat for no good reason. He was about to blow my brains out just because he didn't know who I was.
Crew had now taken it upon himself to put it on The Steve Harvey show and was laughing at the punchlines as if he wasn't just about to kill me. I knew earlier that every rumor about him being unhinged was true. He had a look in his eyes that was both calm and deadly, only now he seemed soft and sweet. The telltale signs of a crazy nigga were definitely showing with him.
Crew had his leg propped up on the couch, and he was leaning back, stretching out so far, I know he is at least 6'2. The way he was rubbing his stomach under his shirt gave me peaks of his sexy ass abs and the V cut into his pants. If I remember correctly, Crew used to be an athlete, and he still showed signs of that with the way he was built.
When Crew looked towards me, I saw him do a double take before saying a word. He was so fine himself that I had to keep from doing the same or at least get caught doing it. He wasn't even dressed over the top and had on some black gym shorts and Gucci slides with socks on his feet. I could tell he was trying todress comfortably, but his ass still easily had on two thousand dollars' worth of clothes.
"Yo, you can't tell me this Steve Harvey shit is not funny as fuck, yo. This nigga looks just like a Mr. Potato Head just with hair."
"I'm sorry, nothing is funny at the moment because I am just a little thrown off right now."
"Thrown off for what? Your ass still tripping about that incident that happened way earlier?"
He shook his head as if I were out of line for not forgetting some shit that happened fifteen minutes ago.
"Nigga, you put that gun to my head and told me to get on my knees. I'm sorry, that type of shit doesn't happen to me every day."
"I get that but look at the positives. I didn't shoot first and ask questions later. You could be dead right now, baby. Cheer up."
Crew may be handsome as hell, but everything I've heard him say thus far has been either rude or ignorant. But what was irritating about his jack ass persona the most is that it didn't make him less attractive. Shit, if anything, his bad boy ways made him more interesting.
When my phone chimed, I opened Emoney's message within seconds because I knew I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.
Baby: When are you coming back from with Grandma? I want to go car shopping today.
Me: Later, babe. She had a lot of things for me and Ciara to pick up.
