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Withered 🥀



roman x black!oc
warnings: angst
word count: 1.1k
a/n: this is short i wrote a few days ago. been sitting on it and debating if it’s even worth posting… but, my goal this summer is to put my writing insecurities aside, and push myself…so, here we are lol.
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“It’s always going to be her…isn’t it?”
Roman remained silent as his fingers slowly unclenched the doorknob. His gaze redirected back to his wife who now had tears forming in her eyes.
“Amara….”
“It doesn’t matter how many times I apologize…or try to fix things…” He watched as her fingers trembled while she nervously fiddled with her wedding ring, her voice was low and strained.
He lowered his head as he ran his hand down his beard, “What do you want me to say?”
“The truth….that you want her not me,” her soft voice broke as she began to wipe tears from her eyes.
The truth was something he had been refusing to admit or acknowledge for a while now. He wasn’t just lying to his wife…he was lying to himself.
If he was being completely honest, there wasn’t a fucking day that went by where he didn’t think of her. He missed waking up and looking into those beautiful hazel eyes that bore into his soul, or feeling her curls on his chest as he ran his fingers across her soft skin.
She was the only person who managed to make him smile when his life went to shit. The night he told her his last goodbye in an attempt to save his marriage, was easily one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. Months have passed since he’d last seen her, and every day he wonders if she thinks of him as much as he does of her. His chest grows heavy at the thought of her finding someone and moving on, though deep down he knows it’s what she deserves. He wants her to be happy. Yet, a selfish part of him, wants to be the only man to give her that.
He memorized the saltiness of her tears as he kissed her for the last time. He lost count at the amount of sinful nights they spent entangled with one another, never forgetting the way she held him close as he fucked her like no one else but them existed. From the moment Mia whispered her name in his ear, he was enamored with her. What started as a distraction and resentment towards his wife, turned into something completely different.
Something that would change him forever.
Amara studied him in disbelief, her bottom lip trembled as her tears increased, his silence said more than words ever could. Yet, that wasn't enough, she needed to hear the words leave his mouth, “Roman, answer me. Just fucking say it!”
She watched as he sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze focused on the ground as his jaw clenched the way it usually does when he’s stressed or pissed. Something that once turned her on, now made her sick to her stomach.
Her anger and frustration grew to the point where she began to march in front of him, forcing him to look at her, “You’re really going to let that whore get in between us?”
At that his attention was fully on her, irritation quickly forming on his face, “Don’t do that shit.”
“Don’t do w—”
“You don’t get to make her the villain, our relationship was fucked before I met her. You did that Amara, not her.”
She knelt in front of him placing her shaky hand over his, “You said you’d give me a chance, that—that you’d give us a chance—”
“Amara, all we do is fucking fight. It’s clear that you don’t trust me, and that I don’t trust you...”
“I—I can’t lose you…I love you.”
He chuckled humorlessly, “Then where the hell was that love when you decided to fuck my cousin, huh?’’
Her eyes instantly shut, “Roman, if I could take it back, I would.”
“But, you can’t can you?” He jerked his hand away, “He was like a brother to me… do you know how that fucking feels?”
Amara sat on the floor pulling her knees towards her chest, her tears and sobs no longer held back, “I can’t turn back time and undo what I did, I—I don’t know what else to do… just tell me, tell me and I’ll do it.”
Seeing his wife cry, hurt him. But, sleeping with one of the closest people to him, someone who he truly believed would be by his side till the day he died, was something he finally realized was unforgivable.
The situation between them was to the point of no return. What they had was toxic and unhealthy. A part of him will always have love for her, and it’s for that exact reason he needed to do what was best for them.
He needed to leave, and this time for good.
Roman reached out a hand towards her helping her to get back on her feet. She looked up at him slightly confused. He used his thumbs to wipe her mascara stained tears. Her eyes locked on his as he used his fingers to gently hold up her chin.
“I tried to forgive you, Amara, I really did. But, I can’t…just the thought of you and him, hurts me in the worst fucking way imaginable…”
She held him tightly as she began to sob into him, Roman’s hand held the back of her head as he pulled her closer, “That doesn’t change the fact that I hurt you too. I shouldn’t have gotten revenge, you didn’t deserve that either. I don’t think the love I have or had for you will ever just disappear, but we can—”
“Then why can’t you fight for us?” Amara let go of him, slowly pulling away to look him in his eyes, “Don’t tell me that…that you love her?”
His eyes closed, “It’s not that simple…”
“Leave.”
“What?”
She reached for the nearest lamp quickly throwing it in his direction, missing him by literal inches, “Get the fuck away from me!”
The damage between their marriage was irreversible, there was no point in arguing anymore. He didn’t say a word and turned to walk away, her sharp voice cut through the room, “When you walk out that door…there’s no turning back. We’re done.”
Roman paused before slowly walking back towards her, he carefully placed his wedding ring on the nightstand next to her, “Our marriage died a long time ago. I was just too fucking blind to see it…”
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in your hands + five
authors note: this one isn't as long as the last, but i hope it's enjoyed, nonetheless.
reminder that the story kicked off in september. it’s now the end of october. so, roman and solana have been dating for essentially two months.
warnings: fluff, smut, and some angst
words: 9k
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“Fuck me, daddy!”
Roman could have came right then and there, and he damn near did from the combination of it all. The sight of Solana on top of him, those big ass titties of hers jumping, smacking against her body, taunting him, begging to be in his mouth, in his hand, something, as she bounces almost erratically on top of his dick.
Eyes shut, mouth parted, the light sheen of sweat on her forehead a testament of her exertion and determination. It’s all about her getting hers, maybe more than she cares about giving him his, none of it making a damn difference to him.
Nothing but her matters in this moment, and keeping her doing exactly as she’s been doing for what feels like the past ten minutes.
Riding the shit out of his dick.
Roman moves his hands to her hips, not to steady or stable her—she seems to be doing fine with that all on her own—but to feel the smoothness of her body under his palm. To have as much skin connecting with skin as possible. To absorb as much of her as she can, an addiction he seems to have with her that only grows by the day.
She has him hypnotized.
Solana’s moans fill the room and capture his attention as she moves her hand atop his, dragging them to her breast, squeezing, small, knowing smile flashing across her pretty face.
“You like that, daddy?”
'Like' seems like much too small a word. Barely applicable. An insult.
But, it still conveys some level of accuracy. Roman groans, thumb peppering her big, brown, nipples. “Not as much as you love riding daddy’s dick.” This time, she’s the one groaning, grinding her hips atop him. “Don’t you?”
An undeniable truth. “Yes, daddy.” Solana pants, glazed over eyes falling and snapping with his. That smile on her face shifting from something knowing to something mischievous.
His dick twitches insider her, curiosity blooming, quickly invaded by displeasure as she dismounts atop him. Quickly, his gaze drops to his dick, hard as a rock, standing at full attention, begging for her attention, coated in her juices, current and prior. This has to be round three, or maybe four. He lost track a while ago. She clearly had a stressful day, because she’s either been atop or under him from damn near the moment he stepped into her apartment.
Not that he has zero complaints.
Never that.
Roman’s attention is once again redirected to a weight on his shoulder, Solana’s calf, her foot pressed against the headboard, his line of vision traveling the dangerous path up the length of her left leg to her thigh that sits on his chest, the same way she sits back on his dick, from a different position. Spread wide, doing a split, left leg anchored on his shoulder, the other between his legs.
A sharp hiss leaving his mouth as she resumes her grinding and bouncing, milking him dry, palm planted down on his chest to keep her even as she drives him fucking mad.
Roman groans, tempted to throw his head back, overcome at how good her pussy feels around him, like there’s only and will ever be one perfect match for him. Her. Always her. Because in all the fucking he’s done, and there’s been a fair share, he’s yet to have a woman do a split on his dick and keep riding like her life depends on it.
Where the hell did this woman come from?
“Fuck,” she curses, eyes shut as she runs one hand through her hair, slightly frizzed, roots sweated out from all the energy expended between the two of them the past hour, maybe two. Again, time is easily lost in the throes of pleasure that consume both of them anytime it’s just him, her, and a flat, available surface.
Or, not.
They’ve definitely had to get….creative at points regarding making time for this.
But, the time is always made. No matter what.
“So good…” Again, another massive understatement, but the way she bites down on her bottom lip has him once again fighting to keep himself from losing control. A much easier said thing than done.
It’s almost impossible not to.
“You gon’ come for me, daddy?” A given, but also a dangerous question given his already pathetic resolve and ability to keep his shit together.
Roman’s hand maneuvers to the meat of her juicy ass, the hypnotic view of it jiggling, tidal waves on his dick, enough alone to bring a grown man to his knees. She’s fucking magic. “Solana…” His voice is strained, evident and audible enough for her to switch her gaze down to him. That knowing smile returning.
“Come inside me.”
Another twitch of his dick matched by the clenching of his jaw.
This damn girl….
“Don’t hold back, daddy,” she urges, continuing to gyrate and writhe, clearly on the brink of succumbing to her own release. Solana’s nails rake across his hard abdomen, her tight ass pussy clenching him for dear life. “Want you to fill me up...”
It’s not like it’s the first time. They’ve played with fire before only soothed by Solana being meticulous in tracking her ovulation days, but this would be the first time she’s asked. Requested him to come inside her.
And who is he to deny this woman anything?
Roman isn’t sure he could if he tried.
“What if you get her a car?”
The most unexpected question to pull the Tribal Chief from the filthiest of thoughts. Flashbacks of two days prior have continued to plague and taunt him since he woke up this morning, hard as a rock, imagining Solana’s full lips wrapped around his dick, eye contact never wavering.
But, that wasn’t his reality. This is. The setting before him. R Truth’s innocent, empty eyes hopeful at what he surely believes is a great suggestion.
Jey scowls. “Like a toy car?”
R-Truth’s locs slap against the sides of his face as he shakes his head enthusiastically. “Naw, man, like an actual car.”
At that, Jimmy sighs. “Truth, what the hell she gon do with a whole ass car?”
And, like it’s the most simplest thing in the world, he answers with a shrug. “Drive it.”
“She’s turning one, Truth. No sixteen.”
He shrugs, countering, “it’ll be ready for her when she get there.”
“This was a mistake,” Roman mutters, walking away, down a random aisle. His grip on the still empty basket he pushes reminds him of that irritating fact—that the damn basket is still empty. Walking around this fucking kids’ store for almost twenty minutes, and not an item has been placed inside, deemed good or appropriate enough.
Truth be told, no pun intended, Roman is starting to detect several mistakes, the first one being inviting his cousins to help him shop for a gift, or gifts, for Raya’s first birthday. He figured both being fathers would help.
It hasn’t.
Everything they suggest seems not good enough or doesn’t make sense to him.
And Truth….Roman honestly hasn’t the slightest clue how the hell he ended up joining, but his presence, as often is any advice he tries to provide, serves as useless.
They’re all useless.
Passing a section of Hot Wheels cars on the shelf—they still make those?—seems like nothing but confirmation of that.
“Man, just get her a doll, and call it a day. What lil’ girl don’t like dolls?” Jey asks, motioning to a doll on the shelf, one that looks less like something a sweet little baby like Raya would enjoy and more like a part of a ritual to summon satan and his minions from hell. Dark, dressed in all black, black X's for eyes, and a wicked smile on her face.
Jimmy squints his eyes, clearly on the same page as Roman. “Man, I think that’s a whole voodoo doll.”
“A voodoo doll?” Truth says unnecessarily loud, shaking his head grumbling protests and disagreement. After making the sign of the cross with his fingers towards said doll, he proceeds to march past the set of men, jogging to the end of the aisle. “Ya’ll better come on before Annabelle get ya’ll like she did them folks in the movie!”
Roman closes his eyes once more.
Useless.
Venturing down yet another aisle, there’s a bit of a shift in his mood as he’s bombarded with pink. Nothing but baby and barbie dolls that look less like possessions of Wednesday Adams and more like something a little baby like Soraya would enjoy.
They remind him of Raya, starting with a doll that shares a similar complexion to Solana’s daughter, smiling happily. Picking it off the shelf, he casually reads the marketing tactics on the box. Something about it being interactive. But, the section he’s looking for is not about what the toy offers but instead the age level, something taught to him by Naomi, who, now that he thinks about it, he’d have been better off bringing with him.
Finding that section that confirms it’s safe for children ages 6 months up, Roman places the toy in the basket. A small but important victory.
“Oooh, what about this?” Jimmy holds up another doll, white with pretty green eyes and red hair. “I feel like lil Ray Ray might like Annie.”
“Don’t call her that,” Roman corrects, his cousin ignoring him, placing the doll in the basket. As Roman goes to check for the age range the doll is marketed for, his cousins seem to take his initial act of success as a sign of continuation. One by one, they start filling the once empty cart with a variety of toys, some dolls, some other things. Some Roman takes out the cart cause they seem to dangerous. Too many pieces. Raya is reaching a stage where she likes to place things in her mouth, and the last thing he wants is her choking on something.
But, before he realizes it, R-Truth has gone and fetched another cart, the first filled to the brink, gifts starting to topple over.
Looking over the cart, the twins and Truth in the midst of some conversation about the store having a “poor” selection and the need to visit another one, Roman’s gaze travels the valley, hill, of gifts. It still feels…..insufficient. Like, something is missing.
What if she hates them? Solana as well as Raya? What’s missing? Something feels like it’s missing.
And, then, lazily and unintentionally surveying the shelves, he lands on something. A teddy bear, misplaced in the section, surrounded by children's art kits. Roman frowns, stepping forward, intrigued by its misplacement as well as the baby pink color of the bear with floppy ears and a welcoming smile. He picks it up, realizing it’s wearing a white shirt with gold wording on the stomach.
Hold me close
When you need me the most
Always with you.
Something within chinks and clicks, like a lock being secured. He’s not sure how, or even why, or what stirs within him when he imagines Raya’s smiling face as she holds onto the bear, holding and hugging it close. Near and dear to her little heart. He just knows.
This...this is it.
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“Look at my baby!”
It’s the first thing Solana hears as she’s walking up the driveway of her mom’s house, the home she grew up in and celebrated her first birthday. That she’ll now celebrate her baby’s first birthday in.
But, the baby Nina Miller speaks of is not Solana, it’s a smiling Soraya who starts babbling and giggling at the sight of her abuela.
Nina gasps softly and gently retrieves her grandbaby from Solana who shifts the weight of the backpack and baby bag, partially relieved at not having to hold everything.
Nina is bombarding Soraya with kisses and baby talk before she even remembers her baby.
Her warm eyes settle on her youngest. “Mija.”
“Hi, mami,” Solana greets, giving her mom a side hug as Raya starts pulling and playing with Nina’s hair. “Thank you again.”
Nina waves her hand, Solana taking in the outfit she wears, similar to her own: shorts and a top that shows off that along with inheriting their mother’s love of cooking, both Solana and Yolanda inherited Nina’s curvy figure. Stacked on the top and the bottom.
“Come inside,” she guides, turning and walking, completely immersed and consumed with her youngest grandbaby. Stepping inside the home, the scent of Maple Pecan, her mom’s favorite candle scent, greets her along with the unsurprising face of Kayden.
Solana noticed her car parked across the street when she pulled up. However, why she’s there early is what has Solana partially confused. They were just texting this morning, and she hadn’t said anything.
“What are you doing here already?” She finally asks as the two separate from their hug and Kayden gets her hug from Soraya.
At that, Kayden’s eyes twinkle. “You don’t know yet?”
Solana frowns. “Know what?”
Kayden and Nina share a look, Solana’s mother chuckling as she holds Raya’s hand. “I wanted to surprise her.”
“Surprise me with what?”
Another shared glance, unspoken communication between the two women who now have Solana frowning and deeper in the depths of confusion.
She curses lowly and crosses her arms. “What are you all—”
Kayden squeals and grabs Solana’s hand. “Come on.”
Caught off guard, Solana has no choice but to follow, feeling her mom and Raya right behind her, as Kayden leads her through her own childhood home, a home that was basically Kayden’s second one when they were growing up.
Through the living room, down the short hall that leads to the kitchen, and through that same kitchen that bursts with the delicious aroma of food Nina and Yolanda (who'd just left to pick up Trick and the kids from her house) most definitely worked on all morning to prepare.
Solana doesn’t have time to comment on the amount of pots, some clean, some still needing to be cleaned that sit on the counters and island. Just why there's so many. She doesn’t have time to ask, because she’s too floored by the sight that meets her as Kayden brings her into the backyard.
“Mom…..”
When Solana’s mother suggested hosting a little party for Soraya’s first birthday at her house, Solana didn’t think twice about it. It made sense. Either her place or Trick and Yanda’s, and for a couple of different reasons, grandma’s house just made the most sense.
Solana was expecting a small little get-together, maybe a small lil' cake, a balloon or two, and a few gifts. Nothing extreme. Nothing extravagant. Something that made sense for the financial situation of all involved, but especially Solana.
Not that she didn’t want more. Solana would give her baby girl the biggest, best first birthday party ever if she could, but she can’t, so a small gathering of close family and friends would have to do.
And, that’s exactly what this is but also….more.
Jaw dropped, Solana steps down from the house and onto the concrete that leads into her mom’s backyard, looking around the yard. “What is all this, mami?”
Solana only briefly looks back at her mother who smiles while holding Raya. “It’s my youngest granddaughter’s first birthday. We had to make it special.”
And special, it most certainly is.
The yard, though not the biggest, is beautifully decorated. Four small tables decorated with white and pink to match the centerpiece at the middle, end of the yard that’s even more extravagant, big white, pink letters spelling out “Happy Birthday, Soraya.��� In the middle of the table lies a gorgeous Cake Boss looking birthday cake with a number one topper.
There’s a separate table that’s filled with gifts on top, the bottom, the sides, and extending even beyond that. Music plays in the background, some child tunes, one of Raya’s favorites, hence the way she bounces in grandma’s arms.
A separate and final table houses all the food Solana is certain her mom and sister have been working on all morning to prepare.
Tears cloud her vision as she looks back at her mother. “Mami…..” Solana is absolutely speechless, completely shocked to the point where she doesn’t even know what to say. “What…..this is…..” She shakes her head, blotting at her eyes. “Mami, this is way too much. How did you afford…?”
“I think I can help with that,” Kayden’s voice re-enters the conversation. “Well….” She trails off before pulling her phone out of her back pocket, tapping around. “I got a call from a certain someone who was very interested in this here party and wanted to know more about it.”
“Kayden….”
She smiles, reaching Solana the phone.
Confused, Solana accepts, looking down and gasping. “He didn’t.”
Kayden smirks. “Oh, but he did.”
Solana has gone from being rendered partially speechless to entirely speechless. She can’t look away, can’t stop reading the words that are clear as day.
Roman Reigns sent you $5,000.00 for Soraya’s Birthday Party.
Words that are plain and easy to understand but so difficult to process.
“I didn’t spend all of it, so he’s more than welcome to take back what we didn’t use, and I’ll tell him that when he gets here,” Nina explains, holding Raya’s hand as she uses her other one to play with her abuela’s necklace. “But, mija…” Solana looks over at her mom. “This man you’ve been seeing…..he’s clearly a good one.”
Solana can only nod, quietly giving Kayden back her phone.
“He’s really great, Aunt Nina,” Kayden offers, seeing her best friend is still consumed by her emotions. “I’ve seen with my own eyes how good he is to Sol and Raya.”
“He’s amazing,” Solana murmurs. She wants nothing more than to grab her phone and call Roman. To cry. To thank him. To ask him why. Why is he so nice to her? So good to her? So good to her daughter?
It….it almost feels too good to be true.
But, it isn’t.
It’s very much real.
Wiping at her eyes, Solana is fully ready to excuse herself to call Roman, even though he should be arriving in a little under an hour, when she’s hit with yet another surprise.
“Where my niece and great niece at?”
Her mouth drops. That’s one indistinguishable voice.
“Uncle Booker.”
His smile is wide as he makes his way down the steps, arms open. “There she is.”
Solana giggles and moves over, unsurprised when he lifts her up and kisses her cheek. “How you doing, baby?”
He sets her down, and Solana can’t stop from smiling. “I’m good, uncle B. I didn’t know you were coming.”
Another new voice. “Now you know we couldn’t miss baby girl’s first birthday.”
Solana switches her attention to and accepts a hug from her Aunt Sharmell, her uncle’s wife.
Sharmell takes her in, stepping back, smile warm. “You look good, honey.”
Words that penetrate deep. “Thank you.” Solana feels it, too. Maybe more than she’s felt it in some time.
“There she is,” comes Booker’s voice once more as he heads over to where Nina still holds a now babbling Raya. “Come here, pretty girl. Looking more and more like your mama every day.”
Another thing Solana feels immensely grateful for. The washing out of that part of Soraya’s lineage.
As her aunt and uncle fawn over her sweet baby girl, Solana hears a loud squeal followed by, “cousin!”
Solana can only naturally squeal in response as she runs to meet her cousin halfway. “Calliope!”
The two young women embrace for a good almost two minutes before Solana pulls away. “What are you doing here?”
Only a month apart, Solana has always been close to her cousin on her dad’s side. Has always been really close with a lot of her dad’s side. It’s just her father she has the….problems with.
Calliope smacks, melanin popping and glistening as she answers, “I wasn’t going to miss this either.”
Post college, Calliope decided to take a gap year before pursuing law school which turned into several years of just traveling, eventually becoming a now successful influencer who lives out in NYC.
Solana hugs her again, eyes shutting. “I’m so happy you're here.”
Truly. Solana loves Kayden like a sister, loves her actual sister, but Calliope will always be her long lost sister.
“Get over here and give your aunts some love, too.”
The surprises continue as Solana is ambushed with dual hugs from her two aunts, Cora and Egypt, the former being Calliope’s mom. However, none would ever guess as her aunt Cora, a successful attorney up in SoHo, is the polar opposite of her younger sister, Egypt, a tatted, hippie aligned photographer and journalist who never stays in one place too long.
When they were younger, Calliope and Solana used to joke about how Cali was switched at birth.
To this day, they still wonder.
It’s a bit of a system that happens, hugs and greeting with Solana before everyone starts to form a damn near line for a chance to hold Raya who seems to soak up and love the attention. It deepens Solana’s smile as she pulls out her phone to snap photos and record videos, not wanting to miss out on capturing any of this moment.
The party has officially kicked off, nothing but good vibes and good feelings all around with Solana’s closest friends and family, but it’s when Kayden comes in from the kitchen after using the bathroom and slaps her arm that Solana already knows, somehow, what’s about to come.
Kayden smirks. “I think Big Daddy Warbucks is here.”
Solana would usually chide her best friend on her comment, but the eagerness to see him heavily outweighs the desire for correction.
She lays eyes on Raya who’s being held by her uncle before excusing herself to head into the house, through the kitchen and living room to walk out the front door.
She catches him right on time. Stepping out of his Range Rover—she’s been meaning to ask him just how many cars he has—Solana has to catch herself. There’s no reason for a man simply wearing a form fitting black shirt, shorts, Jordans, an expensive watch and equally expensive sunglasses to have her trying to shove away the naughty thought’s she’s having.
Clearing her throat, the smallest hint of a smile appearing on his face breaks her from the lust and propels her to meet him halfway, nearly throwing her body against his.
He chuckles, holding her, tapping her ass twice. “Hey, baby.”
“Roman…” She starts, shaking her head and pulling back to force his lips onto her. Like any other time they kiss, it’s dangerous and far too easy to get lost in him. It takes him breaking and smiling into their lips still pressed up against each other for her to reorient herself. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Of course, he plays coy. “Do what?”
She sighs, arms still around his neck. “Stop.”
His expression softens, hands resting on the small of her back. “It’s nothing, Solana.”
“No, it’s not.” She shakes her head. “It’s not. It means…it means a lot to me.” More than he probably realizes. Remembering what her mom said, she shares, “my mom didn’t spend it all, so we can send the rest back to y—”
“Solana.” The way he says her name shouldn’t have her thighs pressed together, briefly imagining the feel of him buried deep in her two nights prior. “Do I look like I need money?”
No. He is money. Still, that’s a hard thing for her to rationalize what with her not being used to anyone being so generous to and with her while wanting literally nothing in return.
Mostly nothing.
His eyes dip to her mouth. “Well, spending time with you is never a bad thing.”
That. That is all he ever wants. To be around her. Yes, there’s the sex, but even that is something he’s okay with when nothing happening. They’ve had times where Raya being there just doesn’t really allow for that, and he’s been fine. Implementing her into things, whether that be him gaming while she sits with him as Solana cooks or putting on a movie while she sleeps peacefully either on top of Solana or him.
And, he’s 100% fine with it. Truly selfless in a way she’s never experienced with a man.
Ever.
Still, the idea of that is far from unappealing. “Spend time with you or….” Her gaze drops, tone suggestive. “Spend time with you.”
He makes a sound, hands lowering to her ass, squeezing. “Whichever you want, baby.”
His motto with her it seems.
Solana leans up to steal another kiss before holding and squeezing his hand, asking one more time, “are you sure you’re still okay with this?”
His answer is smooth and effortless. “Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
“Good.” For some reason, it all feels right. Like, it’s supposed to be happening. Roman being introduced to her family feels like a step forward in the right direction. And, it feels good as hell.
She snatches one more kiss and goes to pull away, gesturing to the house, “come on, everyone’s out back—”
Roman stops, grabbing her hand, giving a quizzical look, motioning to the car. “I’ve got her gifts.”
Solana’s shoulders drop. “Roman—”
He ignores her, walking over and opening up the trunk, Solana following him, gasping at the sight.
“Mio Dios….” The thing is packed, filled to the max capacity with pink and purple gift bags, a few with balloons attached.
“To be fair, some of this is from Naomi and Bayley,” he offers, big arms crossed over his body. Solana just looks at him, confused as to how he could believe that makes any difference.
It’s all too much.
“Roman—”
“Everything alright?”
Trick’s voice sounds as both Solana and Roman turn around to see her brother-in-law and uncle standing near the front door. Their expressions instantly shifting when they realize she’s not alone.
Solana doesn’t have to invite them over, as both men soon find their way right in front of her and Roman.
She clears her throat, taking Roman’s hand as she offers introductions. “Uncle Booker, Trick, this is Roman—” Solana looks up at her….boyfriend? “Roman, this is my brother-in-law, Trick, and my uncle Booker.” A bit of an obvious thing, in her view, but necessary.
“Nice to meet you” Roman offers a firm handshake to both, appearing completely calm despite the weary expressions cast his way from the sometimes (often) overprotective men in her life.
“You the one Sola been dating?” It’s a question cloaked in the formality of a statement. Trick nods, looking over at the vehicle, assessing, as if the type of car Roman drives is all the indication he needs to make a determination as to if he’s “good enough” for her.
And, Raya, too. Because while her uncle and brother-in-law always see to it to look out for her, as much as possible, there’s always that extra layer of security that revolves around Raya. As it should.
Solana wouldn’t want it any other way.
Booker also assesses but less the vehicle and more the man. “You clearly take care of yourself.” An obvious thing even Stevie Wonder could see given Roman’s impressive build, bulging biceps pressing against the sleeves of his shirt. “Heard you’re a businessman, right?”
Roman nods, Solana shifting her hand up to hold his arm. “Yes, sir.”
Trick makes a sound, circling the vehicle, also taken back, clearly, by the vast amount of gifts. “You must do well.” A correction. “Real well.”
Solana bites on her bottom lip. They have no idea.
And finally, the question that will determine it all, a dealbreaker. Make or break moment.
“You like football?”
For some reason, Solana’s stomach flips, starts to cave, her grip on Roman’s arm tightening, like the nervousness one might expect a man meeting his girlfriend's family would experience is held solely by her and her alone.
In a lot of ways, it is.
Without much of a thought, Roman answers with a quiet chuckle, “long as it ain’t the damn Chiefs.”
And just like that, in that very moment, Solana learns a valuable lesson and is keyed into a little secret. There’s nothing that can bring men together like the tie and lure of American Football. Even more specifically, a shared dislike of the Kansas City Chiefs.
“Man,” her uncle sucks his teeth, shaking his head, stopping himself as he asks Roman, almost interrogating, “what you think of that Mahomes boy?”
The deepest scowl appears across Roman’s face. “That motherfucker—”
Roman doesn't even have to finish, the sound of a shared feeling of contempt seals the deal.
“I like him,” Trick compliments, doing a 180 from his previous disposition from not even minutes prior. Same as her uncle.
It evokes a giggle, Solana feeling her entire body relax as she leans further into Roman. The prior layer of tension that overcame the initial meeting replaced with a calm that feels like it’s been present for years. Like, Roman has always been a part of this.
A part of her family.
A part of her.
A peace that’s felt as she looks up at him, speaking to her family but entirely focused on the best and most unexpected thing to happen to her in some time.
Coming second to only Raya.
“I like him, too.”
—------
Similar to his introduction to the men in her family, Roman’s introduction to the women is just as seamless. Kind words and smiles from her sister, a few inappropriate comments from her cousin and aunt, a lingering sense of suspicion from her other aunt, as expected given that it’s Cora. That’s just how she is. Guilty until proven innocent.
But, the introduction that means the most to Solana is the one between her mom and Roman. Something that ended up being infinitely easier than she could have ever anticipated. Because the moment Roman stepped into the backyard, arms filled with baby bags of gifts, Trick and Booker helping him bring them all in, it seemed as if he carried a sort of beacon.
One that spoke to Raya and only Raya. Because previously content with being held by her abuela, Raya’s soft brown eyes landed on Roman, her little mouth shifting into the biggest smile. She suddenly couldn’t stand being held by Nina and not Roman. Soraya became the most restless baby ever, babbling and whining as she reached for Roman, tears filling her eyes at the time that lapsed between Roman putting down the gifts and washing hands and coming to retrieve her. Especially when he was no longer in her visual vicinity. Raya cried, her mouth in a deep frown that was only soothed the minute he carefully took her from Nina. Instant switch. In under a minute, Raya went from crying and distraught to calm and content, grasping at his shirt, smiling at him with all the innocence of a child.
Hugging him.
It’s a sight that nearly brings Solana to tears and seems to tell Nina everything she needs to know about her youngest child’s new beau.
An unspoken I like him conveyed through the locked eyes of mother and daughter.
A shared sentiment that seems to go around, it seems. One she has zero complaints about.
The party continues, the vibes immaculate, atmosphere nothing but pleasant, especially when it comes time to cut the cake and sing Raya happy birthday. She remains held by her mama, giggling and happy at the crowd celebrating her big day. Roman stands close to Solana, her preference, and Raya’s too, who continues to “talk” to him, often reaching her little arms for him to hold her.
He does so every time.
As Yolanda takes TJ and Heaven into the house to put them down for necessary naps, Solana sits with most of the ladies present, relaxing and enjoying the calm of it all.
“Roman seems like he’s good with Raya,” Calliope smiles, playfully nudging and bumping into Solana’s shoulder.
A blush lifts to her cheek as she confirms. “He is.” Briefly, her gaze falls to where he talks with Trick and her uncle Booker. Most likely about football. The universal language of all men, it seems. Roman, included.
Naturally, she checks on Raya who continues to be held by her mom who talks with Aunt Sharmell as they both dote over her sweet baby girl.
It all makes her smile. How nice it all feels.
Solana’s aunt Cora gives an indifferent shrug, bringing her red solo cup to her mouth. “Time will tell.”
At that, Egypt sucks her teeth. “Time will tell?” She rolls her eyes, protesting, “time has already told. You’ve seen just today how he’s been with her. All that stuff he got her?”
Calliope nods, clearly agreeing with her aunt. “Man must have bought out the damn store.”
It’s a reminder that has Solana torn. She makes a mental note to talk with Roman about that later. She didn’t invite him with the hope and goal of him buying Soraya all those gifts. Any gifts, really, and it’s the last thing she wants him to think. That’s not what this is. She just wanted him to be present for a special day.
Especially since, as her cousin pointed out, he is good with her.
Solana pulls out her phone, remembering the video she captured just last week. “Let me show ya’ll.”
Navigating to said video, she stretches her arm so the other three women can see before hitting play.
It starts off from a bit of a distance, Solana quickly zooming into where Roman sits on the sofa, dressed in basketball shorts, a plain white undershirt, his hair in a lazy, messy bun, some hair hanging and brushing the back of his neck. He’s facing the TV with the PS5 controller in his hand and Soraya on his lap.
She continues to look up at him with her mouth slightly ajar, Roman mostly focused on the TV in front of him.
When he takes too long to look down at her, Raya tries to reach for the controller, prompting him to give her the attention she was clearly looking for.
“Man,” he makes a sound, feigning irritation. “What you doing?” She also makes a sound, something close to a shout and a laugh. “You think that’s funny, huh?” Raya’s response is to continue to try to mess with his controller. “Always touching stuff.”
Raya starts to babble at him, moving to climb off his lap where she stands up next to him. She starts hitting his arm, clearly displeased with something. “Hey, what I tell you about all that hitting?”
She continues “talking” as Roman sighs, putting the controller to the side. Almost instantly, Raya does the famous “baby bounce” of excitement and proceeds to climb right back into his lap.
And then she’s reaching for the controller, taking it in hand, evoking a small laugh from Roman.
“You wanna learn how to play?”
Solana’s voice sounds from the video. “You want me to come get her?”
Roman, however, shakes his head. “Naw.” He starts speaking to her in a low voice, big hands over hers, trying to guide and instruct her. “She’s fine.”
The video ends, and Solana’s stomach flutters all over again.
“He is literally perfect,” Calliope groans, slapping her cousin on the arm. “If you don’t marry that old man, I will.”
At that, Solana rolls her eyes. “He’s not that old, Cali.”
“Besides,” Kayden smirks, leaning back and wiggling her brows. “Old men do it better, and with the way Sola says he be breaking her back in—”
“Enough!” Solana shouts, slapping her palm over her best friend’s big ass mouth.
Egypt, however, will have no such thing. She shakes her head. “No, I wanna hear this.”
Cora doesn’t bother to hide her disgust. “Have some decency, please.”
Egypt rolls her eyes. “Go buy some batteries, you old hag.”
At that, a chorus of laughter, Solana doing her best to hide hers though failing miserably. For as long as she can remember, her aunts have never gotten along, most likely due to such different personalities. However, the jabs sent back and forth never fail to serve as quite the entertainment.
That entertainment switches gears just a bit when Solana catches the opening chord of the next song on the Spotify curated playlist that’s served as the soundtrack to Raya’s birthday.
Darkchild, oh yeah
Toni Braxton, oh
Eyes wide, gasps around, not much needs to be stated as Solana darts to the backdoor to retrieve her sister only for the bat signal to have reached her from the safe confines of Solana’s old bedroom.
Yolanda snatches her little sister’s hand, shouting at her husband, “turn it up!”
Something that only needs to be demanded once. In under a minute, shy of only thirty seconds, Solana has raced over to her mom, taking an equally curious Raya back to the middle of the yard where the group of women have gathered, all with equal fervor as they sing and dance along.
Listen, girl
Who do you think I am?
Don't you know that he was my man?
But I chose to let him go
So, why do you act like I still care about him?
Solana places Raya on the ground, allowing her baby girl to be the center of the circle that’s formed, most laughing as Soraya does the baby bounce, her contribution to the impromptu dance party of sorts.
“During one of my sister-in-law’s visits when the girls were younger, she brought the Toni Braxton record with her, and the girls listened to it, every song, beginning to end, but that one right there….that’s always been their favorite.” Nina’s explanation arrives as she walks over to Roman who’d briefly separated from the group of men to grab a water bottle.
Roman looks down at her, taking a second to study her. He sees it. Sees Solana. She has her mother’s smile, the small stature, the warm disposition. The body. He would never insult her by asking her age, but something tells him Nina looks younger than what she actually is.
Just like her daughter, beautiful on the inside and out.
And then, more sounds from the group of women cheering on Soraya who’s opted to sit on the ground, prompting her great aunt, Egypt, he believes, to pick her up as Solana dances with her sister.
A small smile on his face. “Clearly.”
“Roman…” Nina steps closer, her eyes indicating a shift. Same warmth. Just something else. Nervous, almost. “May I speak with you?” Another step in his direction, Roman taking note of the way she angles her body so her back is more toward the group of women. As if she doesn’t want them privy to what’s being said.
Or maybe just one.
“Alone?” The last addition confirms as such, Roman nodding as he allows the older woman to guide them back inside the house, all the while feeling Solana’s partially confused gaze on them.
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Perfect days have felt far and few in between. Non-existent, in a lot of ways.
Except for today. Solana could and would easily argue that today was the definition of perfect. Celebrating her baby girl’s first birthday with closest family and friends. With Roman. It was the most unexpected thing and yet the best day ever.
The party went on for a few hours, Solana stretching as much of it as she could, but fun times were only reserved for certain periods. And, her period was coming to an end, largely due to her working tonight and needing time to go home and prepare for her shift at the restaurant.
It’s why she opted to leave Raya with her mom (and Calliope and Egypt) who were staying with Nina. Her aunts and uncle had opted to get a hotel room and would be in town for a few more days, something that lifted her spirits even more. Solana would love to spend as much time with them as possible. She might not want anything to do with her sperm donor, but his siblings are some of her favorite people in the whole wide world.
Included in that list is also Roman, whom she would love to spend the evening with. Not even for that, though she’s never one to complain or turn it down, but even if just to be in his presence. Raya, included. Just thinking of her baby girl and Roman in the same mental space makes her want to scroll through the many pictures she got of them together, some taken of the three of them. One in particular her absolute favorite. Roman holding Raya who smiles happily for the camera, one of his strong, muscular arms wrapped around Solana who holds Raya’s hand, smiling at her daughter, him looking down at the both of them with a small, content grin.
It’s now her lock screen photo.
Grabbing her bag after ensuring all the lights were off, Solana holds the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she promises to text Roman as soon as she pulls up to work. The same way she makes a mental note to ask him what his conversation with her mom at the party earlier today was about.
Not that it has her too concerned.
Not really, anyway.
The call eventually ends, but the smile remains stamped on Solana’s face, as she closes and locks the door behind her, looking over her shoulders as an added measure of protection before heading down the steps.
She starts to dig through her purse to pull out the key fob, humming to herself, already thinking about the end of her shift.
It can’t come soon enough.
“Yo.”
Solana jumps and turns around at the same moment her heart nearly beeps out her fucking chest. Naturally, she moves backwards, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and the person.
Especially when she sees said person.
“Cruz?”
He doesn’t need to confirm. She’d recognize that son of a bitch anywhere. Granted, he looks like he’s put on a couple pounds and reeks of marijuana. Not surprising. It’s why he got himself discharged from the army.
He kicks off the unit he was leaning against, moving closer to her. “I been calling you.”
She ignores said comment. He’s been blocked from her phone. “What are you doing here?”
He scoffs, eyeing her up and down. “That how you greet your old man?”
Emphasis on old. “What are you doing here, Cruz?”
Her lack of response only ticks him off, as he matches her glare. “Where my kid at?”
“What kid?” Solana turns up her nose. It disgusts her just being in the same vicinity as him. “You don’t have a kid.”
“Ehhh,” he growls, lifting a finger, as if warning her. “Watch ya’ fucking mouth, Sola. That’s my daughter.”
“No, she’s my daughter,” Solana stands her grown, stepping into his space, showing him she's 100% standing on all the business. “You lost the right to call her your daughter when you abandoned her. Twice.”
“I’m here now, ain’t I?”
She scoffs. “I’m not stupid, Cruz. You’re here, because you want something, and we both know it’s not because of her.”
Because, if it was, if he really was here for Raya, he wouldn’t be showing up the night of Raya’s first birthday. He would have been there earlier, at the party, celebrating with the people who do care about her little girl.
But, he doesn’t.
He never has, and he never will.
“Still got that smart ass mouth, I see,” he sneers, looking her up and down with disgust. The audacity. “You still selling ass to pay bills?”
Her entire face drops.
A low fucking blow.
A very low blow.
The cold, sterile room suddenly became infinitely more somber and bleak as a frosty chill bypassed the poor, pathetic warmth of the thin blanket wrapped around her body. Her still trembling hands securing the knot near her stomach that poorly hid the scantily clad outfit hidden beneath the police issued sheet.
His eyes, bored and uninterested, complement the equally uninterested tone of his voice as he made nothing more than a few jots down on the notebook in front of him. Better, at least, than his partner who stood leaning against the wall, phone in hand.
Solana was certain it wasn't business related. Not with the small smirk on his aged face.
The man in front cleared his throat, sitting back in his seat, protruding belly pressing against the button fighting for its life. “So you’re really expecting us to believe you’ve never had any sort of sexual interaction with the accused prior to this?”
The sick, satisfied smile on Cruz’s face is enough to pull Solana from that memory. Something, try hard as she may, she’ll never be able to fully scrub from her life. It’ll always be an unremovable stain on her soul.
Filled with anger at all of it, Cruz, the memory, him, Solana is seeing absolute red. “Fuck you, motherfucker!”
She already had nothing to say to him, but now she really has nothing to say. Nothing nice, anyway. Solana turns on her heel to walk away when she’s grabbed by her arm and yanked forward.
“Don’t you turn away when I’m talking to you, bitch,” he growls.
She tries to break free from his grasp, demanding, “let go of me.”
He opens his mouth to respond when a flash of something big and dark interferes, causing a separation between the two and Solana to only watch with shock and confusion as Cruz is pressed against the wall.
A man, tall, taller than her and Cruz, has his forearm pressed against the neck of Solana’s ex. “She said her let go,” he hisses, as Cruz flails against what looks like an unforgiving hold.
“Who the f–fuck a–are you?” Even in a position where he is not ahead, Cruz remains forever the dumbass.
“Don’t worry about all that,” the man dismisses, his voice tinged with a bit of a street accent. “Just know where I’m from, we put boys like you down for disrespecting women like that.”
Solana doesn’t have much of a reaction to that being said, because it’s no different from how Trick, or even her uncle Booker, would respond if present. They would never allow any man to treat or speak to her the way Cruz did.
The threat is warranted, in her eyes.
Finally, the unnamed man steps back, standing almost protectively in front of Solana as he directs Cruz. “Get the fuck out of here, and don’t bring yo’ ass back.”
She would like to be surprised by the way Cruz simply glares at her and the man before walking off, holding onto his neck, looking back every so often. But, she’s not. Cruz has always been one to talk shit but never back it up.
The man seems to wait until Cruz is out of viewing vicinity before turning around to face her.
Solana stops for a minute. He’s handsome, his complexion a few shades darker than her own, one eyebrow cut in a stylistic manner with both ears pierced. His build solid and muscular, hints of his tattoos peeking past his short sleeved shirt, but there’s something else.
Something familiar about him.
“You alright?” He asks, gaze assessing.
She takes a second to respond. “Yes.” Shaking her head, she apologizes. “I’m sorry you had to—”
He cuts her off, waving his hand. “Don’t worry about that. I’m never the one to see a woman getting disrespected and not do nothing about it.” The smallest hint of a smile, as he shares, “my mama raised me better than that.”
“Well, good thing she did.” Solana smiles and offers her hand. “I’m Solana.” She opts to not share that she lives in said building, even though she’s certain he could probably put two and two together.
“Zilla,” he introduces. Huh, interesting name. “Nice to meet you, Solana.”
“Same,” she agrees. “Do you live around here?”
He looks a bit surprised by what she would think is an otherwise normal question. “Yeah, uhh, just moved in a couple weeks ago.” He gestures almost vaguely to one of the other buildings. “Right over there.” He snaps, making a sound with his teeth. “Damn. Sorry, can’t remember the number right now.”
She giggles. “It’s okay. I was the same way when I first moved in.” Solana finds herself looking at him once more, unable to stop herself from asking. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“Naw.” He shakes his head. “I definitely would have remembered a pretty face like that.”
She blushes, maintaining her grateful smile. “Well, thank you again, Zilla, and I’m sorry you had to witness that.”
His smile remains friendly and amenable. “Don’t mention it, Solana.”
She beams, starting to walk backwards. “See you around...and welcome to the complex.”
“See ya,” Zilla says, watching as Solana turns around and jogs over to her car. He offers a final wave, waiting until she’s pulled out of the parking lot to turn on his heel and pull out his phone, quickly calling up the one and only person he needs to speak with.
Roman answers on the second ring, his voice cold and unkind. “What?”
Zilla’s disposition changes almost entirely as he makes his way back over to the SUV. “Had a situation, Uce.”
Zilla can practically visualize the way his older cousin must sit forward in his chair, attention completely focused on the conversation at hand. “What happened?”
“Some dude was talking and acting crazy with ya’ girl,” Zilla explains. “I had to step in and interfere when he grabbed her arm and wouldn’t let go.” And as Roman sits silent on the other end, most likely planning his plot for murder, Zilla shares, “from what I could hear, sounds like it was the kid’s dad.”
A pause followed by the sound of something being smashed and broken. “Son of a bitch.”
Zilla nods, leaning back against the truck. “I told him not to come around here no more, but if that’s the baby’s father, chances are he will.” Another unwanted but necessary and accurate point? “And that means killing him ain’t really an option, either.”
More noise. Something else being broken most likely. It’s not the best timing, but Zilla has always preferred to rip the bandaid off. “We got another problem.”
Roman’s voice is dangerously quiet. “What?”
Zilla doesn’t waste any time. “I had to tell her I live around here,” Roman curses. Again. “She asked, and it would have looked suspicious if I said no.” More silence. “So, I need you to get me a unit to keep the story intact.”
Roman sighs. Loudly. Zilla feels like he’s standing in front of the Tribal Chief. Can visualize him standing up, hands on his hips, his jaw flexing as he works to calm himself down. “I’ll take care of it.”
He nods. “Bet.” About to end the call, another thought crosses his mind, something he already knows his cousin is going to snap on him for but something he feels important at this point. “Ya know….it might help to just tell her—”
“Just continue to do your fucking job and watch her. I’ll handle the rest.” A blunt, Roman type dismissal followed by the call ending. Zilla lowers the phone from his ear and blows out a big breath.
This is all such a mess.
Zilla has always admired his big cousin for a variety of reasons. All of the reasons. Roman was the Head of the Table for a reason. Smart, genius, methodical, a man always twelve steps ahead of everyone else. A man who mastered a game beyond chess, so how and why he's in this sort of situation befuddles him.
Solana is a stunning young woman, no doubt about that, but the fact that she's not a part of their world, has no idea what their world even is, along with having a young child....it all seems unfair. It feels wrong that Roman is putting her in a position she doesn't even know she's in.
Roman has a security detail assigned to her, her mom, her sister and her family, all the while Solana remains clueless to the danger that presents because of her relationship with the biggest mafia head in this hemisphere.
He's putting her life in danger, and even worse, the life of an innocent child.
Wrong.
Zilla runs a hand over his face, pushing away all of the logical reasons why this shit makes no sense. Tries to remind himself of his cousin typically being ahead of the game.
Even, if he's struggling to understand how that can be the case.
All he knows is that he certainly hopes his big cousin, somehow, someway knows what he’s doing, because something tells Zilla none of this shit is going to end up good.
At all.
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yup. this is all going to turn out just great. 🥲
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His Concealed Obsession.
Hi my babies! Long time no update. I firstly want to apologize for disappearing out of the blue. Which is so much out of my character unless life happens… and let me tell you LIFE whooped my ass . From being wrongfully laid off from my job to losing my great grandfather and dealing with my mental health . It’s now May and I’m somewhat doing better. Losing weight and just being opened about everything. I started my spiritual journey and things been going well for me. I’ve been more positive and happy lately! Now I have been on here dipping and dodging the tumbler streets for a few weeks and I decided to come back completely! So with that being said starting next week I’ll be updating His Concealed Obsession. I’ve been receiving notifications regarding the book and I must say I’m so glad that you all are STILL enjoying it. It honestly feels good to know that you guys still love my work. So with that being said , I am in the process of writing the next update. Which shall be up sometimes next week! Once again I do apologize for disappearing on you all and I hope you guys can forgive me .
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His Concealed Obsession.
Hi my babies! Long time no update. I firstly want to apologize for disappearing out of the blue. Which is so much out of my character unless life happens… and let me tell you LIFE whooped my ass . From being wrongfully laid off from my job to losing my great grandfather and dealing with my mental health . It’s now May and I’m somewhat doing better. Losing weight and just being opened about everything. I started my spiritual journey and things been going well for me. I’ve been more positive and happy lately! Now I have been on here dipping and dodging the tumbler streets for a few weeks and I decided to come back completely! So with that being said starting next week I’ll be updating His Concealed Obsession. I’ve been receiving notifications regarding the book and I must say I’m so glad that you all are STILL enjoying it. It honestly feels good to know that you guys still love my work. So with that being said , I am in the process of writing the next update. Which shall be up sometimes next week! Once again I do apologize for disappearing on you all and I hope you guys can forgive me .
-Love Smiles 🫶🏽💕
@violetmuses @nobodygetsza @planetblaque @deja-r @unicorndelulu @yassbishimvintage @nelo0wesker @peaxhygirl @bunniandhoney @aaronhotchnerlover @liatreads @slashervalley
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