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“That’s because you’re way out of my league,” I told him, and then I stood up from his lap because I wanted to see the gifts he had gotten for me.

“When we have our baby, how that shit going to work? Would you still be the pediatrician for our child?” Billion asked me from the couch.

He skipped over what I said to him and then asked me this crazy question. I looked at him, searching his face for any sign that he was playing with me, but there wasn’t a smirk in sight. He was crazy for real.

“I promise I haven’t even thought that far down the line. Billionaire, I will be a wife before I’m a mother,” I told him in all seriousness.

“I want you to be both, no matter the order,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him as I went through the first Gucci bag and took out the big box, which was wrapped nicely and had a large bow on it. Although I could buy things for myself, it did feel better for someone to go out of their way to get me something. That’s exactly what Billionaire was telling me a while ago about a man spoiling his woman. I cooed over the purse, which had the traditional Gucci design all over the bag. It was a medium-sized purse, and I knew that I could wear this purse with pretty much anything.

“This is beautiful. Thank you,” I cooed, still holding the purse.

I opened the next two boxes, which were purses as well, and each bag just got better. This man even bought the matching wallets for me for each purse.

“You’re spoiling me so much,” I told him with a smile on my face as I hugged the oversized teddy bear.

“That’s my job. Let me take a picture of you with all your gifts. Sit on the couch. Ima bring everything over,” he ordered as he stood up.

I took a seat on the couch, and the first thing Billionaire handed me was the roses. He set all the gift bags by my feet and then put the teddy bear on the couch right next to me. He took plenty of pictures of me on his phone and then came back over to me.

“Where you going for your break?” he wanted to know.

“I was going to my spot across the street,” I told him, and he nodded.

“Text me what you want, and I’ll go and get it.”

He kissed me a couple more times on my lips, and then he left, so he could go to the restaurant for me. I texted him my order since I wanted something different from the last time.

While he was gone, I used that time to sit in my office and admire all the things he spoiled me with. I felt like it took such a short amount of time for him to go across the street and come back with my lunch. For the rest of my break, Billionaire stayed in the office with me, and we continued to pick each other’s brains to find out more about each other.

I felt a little sad when it was time for him to go, but I didn’t dwell on it because I agreed to go out with him tonight for our Valentine’s Day dinner. This would be our first official date, and I felt a little nervous. This wasn’t my first time on a date with a guy, but it was my first time going on a date with a guy that I really, really liked. I just hoped I didn’t fall into temptation and end up like the majority of the world who would be making love to their significant other tonight.

8:07 P.M.

I was meeting Billionaire tonight at the restaurant because I’ll admit that I wasn’t ready to show him where I lived yet. He didn’t like the idea of us meeting at the restaurant on our first date, but at the same time, he kept stressing how important it was for me to be comfortable tonight. He eventually just gave in and agreed with me driving my own car tonight.

It took me forever to get ready because, for the life of me, I just couldn’t decide what I wanted to wear. I really didn’t have many “going on a date” kind of outfits in my closet. Twinkle and I talked on the phone this morning because I ended up calling her as I was on my way to work. I made it part of my daily routine to call and check up on her because she still wasn’t back to her normal self after the miscarriage. I just felt so bad for her.

Since it happened, I drop by her house at least three times a week to bring her food, just to make sure she’s eating. I also make sure to call every day to check on her. This was so unfortunate. Twinkle has always had a sweet spirit that I just loved about her since we met for the first time. That sweet spirit was gone, and I was sure it had a lot to do with the fact that not only did she lose a baby, but now there was a possibility that Monterius had a baby on the way. That type of hurt right there could literally make anyone lose their mind.

I liked Monterius, and as I got closer to Billionaire, I began to see just how close the two of them were. But if that baby Twinkle was telling me about just happened to belong to Monterius, then I could only hope that she would move on from him. He had been hurting her for years, and I just didn’t think that she should allow someone to have that much control over her happiness.

An hour ago, when I was standing in my walk-in closet, trying to find something to wear, Twinkle called me via Facetime. I was happy to hear her voice and even see her face. She was in her office, working on orders for her boutique. Twinkle was still working at the doctor’s office, but her availability was now part-time, and I was sure that pretty soon, she was going to just quit altogether. I knew how serious she was about her storefront. Not only that, but I knew that once she left Monterius alone for good, she would go into beast mode and really start focusing on the things she loved and what made her happy.

During our conversation, I told her about Billionaire coming to the office today with the gifts. I also told her how I was getting ready to go on a date with him. She had me show her my closet on Facetime so that she could pick something out for me to wear tonight. She wanted to come over so badly with an outfit for me, but I didn’t want her to go out of her way. I ended up choosing to wear a silk spaghetti strap blouse and pair it with denim, high rise jeans. I had all types of accessories spread out on the bed, plus my shoes.

I was sitting at the vanity, doing the final touches to my make-up, and then I would be out the door. The second I stood up from the seat, I heard my phone vibrating on the charger. I raced over, thinking that it was Billionaire calling me, but it was actually my mother. She and I had already spoken on the phone twice today, so I wondered what she was calling me for. Probably doing her yearly call on every Valentine’s Day, just to make sure that I was hanging in there.

Little did she know, I was preparing for my own date. I wouldn’t tell her that, of course, because I was still testing the waters with Billionaire and wanting to see where things would lead. Plus, my father would have a heart attack if he knew who I was entertaining, so I was slowly but surely trying to open the flood gates for that.

“Hey, ma,” I said, answering the phone for her.

“It’s timeeeee. My ha

ndsome baby boy is on the way,” she sang into the phone.

“Noooo. Are you serious?” I said.

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