"Hey daddy wassup" I said holding the phone up to my ear.

"Hey Paris are you busy?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm at my friends house working on a group project" I lied and Q looks at me confused before laughing, "Why wassup?"

"Lyric is sick, I need somebody to pick her up from school I can't leave work and your mom has a client."

"I can call Michelle and see if she can get her. I'm pretty sure she isn't doing anything and wouldn't mind" I replied.

"Okay let me know"

"K" I hung up the phone and started to scroll through my contacts.

"I thought you said you was 20" Q said to me.

"I am" I replied holding my phone up to my ear waiting for Michelle to answer the phone.

"You dead?" She answered the phone.

I laughed and rolled my eyes "Girl no. Can you pick up Lyric from school she's sick and nobody can get her"

"Yeah, your fine ass daddy gon come get her from the house?"

"Goodbye." I laughed "Text me when you get her. Also I told him I'm doing a group project so cover for me just in case he asks questions"

"Okay"

I quickly sent a text to my dad letting him know that Michelle was on her way. I sat my phone down and continued eating my breakfast. I looked over at Q who was just staring at me.

"What?" I said raising an eyebrow.

"How old are you?" He asked me raising an eyebrow at me.

"Are you being serious right now?" I laugh shaking my head.

"I'm just tryna be sure. We ain't did shit that's incriminating yet and I'm not tryna catch a charge"

"I'm 20, I can show you my id" I grabbed my phone and started to take my case off to grab my drivers license from behind my phone.

"Nah it's cool" He stops me "I just don't get why you lied to your pops you're grown as hell"

"So you'd be okay with your daughter flying to another city to hang out with a guy she's only met one time?"

"Touché" He replied and continued eating "So who's Lyric that's ya daughter or something"

"Yeah that's my daughter" I said sarcastically.

"Damn first you ain't tell me bout footlocker, now you got a kid, what other information are you holding out on?" He laughs.

"Boy I am 20, ain't no way in hell I could have a school aged child unless I was popping this coota cat at 13"

"Hey ion know yo life story, I'm not judging" Q shrugs before laughing.

"Stop playing with me" I laughed and hit his shoulder.

"How many siblings you got? You the oldest?"

"Yeah. My sister is 4 and my brother is 16. What about you?" I asked reaching for my glass.

"Only child"

"Mmmh I bet yo ass was spoiled"

"Shit I wish. Our ass was broke" He chuckles "I was spoiled with love dassit"

"Well that's all that matters" I replied with a smile and finished up my meal. When we finished he grabbed both our plates and started the dishes.

"Did you have a good time yesterday?" Q asked.

I nod my head yes "I haven't been skating

in years. My legs are sore."

"Want me to give you a massage?" He asks looking up from the sink.

"Yeah come rub on these turkey legs," I laughed kicking my right leg up onto the chair beside me, "You probably ain't used to a girl with some meat on her bones"

"You meet one ex and swear you know my type" Q replies with a laugh and puts away the dishes.

"Hey I'm just calling it like I see it" I chuckled shrugging my shoulders.

"So what's my type?" He questions walking back over to me.

"Mmh let's see, lightskin but you'll take a lil caramel ting. Maybe even a hispanic girl with a tan that's on the verge of blackfishing. Short, petite, cutie with a booty. Bonus points if she got that little exotic look to her." I said just going down the list in my head.

"Cap." Q replies "Ion discriminate, if you cute you're cute."

"I like girls a lil short you got me there but I like my girl to have some melanin. Soft skin, thick thighs with some curves on her hips" He touches my knee and ran the tips of his fingers up to my outer thigh and up to my waist. All while keeping eye contact with me

He puts his hand under my chin, "I like kissing too so soft, full lips is a must" He brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. In this very moment, this wap was activated. He starts to lean down and I began to lean in, ready to pounce on him. Our lips were millimeters away from each other when his phone began to ring. He smirks at me and just pecks my forehead and went to grab his phone.

"Yo wassup" He greeted the person on the phone. I hopped down from the bar stool and headed back upstairs.

I pulled back the covers to make up the bed. I walked over to my suitcase to find something to wear for the day. I wanted to be cute but still comfortable with all the walking around we were going to be doing. I grabbed this orange t shirt dress. I didn't know if we were going somewhere fancy again for dinner or if we were coming back here and then dinner. So I was just going to wear this dress with some sneakers and dress it up a little.

I grabbed my make up bag and went into the bathroom. I pulled myself up onto the counter and sat with my feet in the sink so I could get really close to the mirror. I turned on some music and sang along with SZA as I beat my face.

"Maybe she can come help you. Maybe she can come lick you" I sang as I put on concealer under my eyes. I was singing my heart out as I did my make up.

"Yo can I hop in the shower?" Q asked popping inside the bathroom.

"Go for it. I won't peak." I replied as I grabbed my strip eyelashes. He nods his head and turns on bathroom fan so it wouldn't get steamy as I did my make up.

I watched through the mirror as he turned on the shower. He pulled his shirt above his head and as soon as it was off our eyes met in the mirror.

"No peaking huh?" He laughed.

"I was just tryna make sure you didn't suffocate your self. You know you're a little slow"

"Well hop in the shower with me and make sure I don't drown"

"Sorry I can't swim" I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him. "I can though" He smirked at me. I smiled and rolled my eyes before looking away to to continue doing my make up as he stepped into the shower.

Once I was done I hopped down from the counter and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. I stripped out of my pajamas and grabbed my t shirt dress. I pulled it over my head slowly trying to avoid getting make up on it.

I grabbed my dentangling comb and combed through my hair. When I was done I went downstairs and sat down on the couch. I scrolled through TikTok while Q got ready upstairs. I find myself losing track of time whenever I'm on TikTok so I knew this would be a great way to pass time.

I walked over to the mirror and played some music so it could play in the background of my instagram story videos. I knew my brother followed me on Instagram so I just posted the videos onto my close friends.

"You look good" I heard Q say. I turned around and he was just sitting on the arm of the couch looking at me.

"You gotta make some noise when you enter a room" I laughed, "You look good too. C'mon take a picture with me so you'll have something to look at when I'm gone."

He positioned himself behind me and placed a hand on my hip for the picture. He then wrapped his arms around me and lean down to bury his face in the crook of my neck. The butterflies in my stomach appeared again and I was trying so hard not to have the biggest kool-aid smile in the pictures.

"Mmh you smell good" Q says and leaves a kiss upon my neck.

"C'mon we gone" He walks over to the kitchen counter and grabs his keys. I grabbed my purse off the coffee table and followed him out the door.

As we were walking to the elevator he got a phone call so I just zoned him out and trailed behind him.

"Is it cool if we stop by the studio first? I need to sign something right fast" Q asks looking back at me.

"Yeah it's cool" I replied shrugging my shoulders. He presses the number 7 and the elevator takes us up.

"Oh it's here? That's nice" It's pretty convenient not to have to travel far to do projects. Imagine just getting money from the comforts of your home.

Oh wait.

I do that already.

"Yeah this just a small space though. If I'm not here I'm at the other spot. It's like an empty warehouse type feel. More space for bigger projects"

I followed beside him as we walked down the hall. He stopped at one of the doors and knocked on it. I could hear music on the other side of the door.

"Man I know this muhfucka hear me knocking" Q smacks his lips and pulls out his phone. He taps on his last call and I could hear the music stop and a phone ringing.

"Nigga open the door"

I could hear door unlock and there stood a shirtless Jalen. "Muhfucka where yo key at?"

"It's in the crib. I didn't plan on coming up here" Q replied walking inside.

"Wassup Paris" Jalen says to me with a smile before turning to walk away.

I promise he didn't look this good at Footlocker.

"Hey" I replied as I stepped inside closing the door behind me.

"It's those two papers right there on the counter" Jalen says to Q.

"How long you here for P?" Jalen asks me.

"Just until tomorrow afternoon"

"Why? You want her to stay longer?" Q asked as he sat down at the counter.

"Nah nigga I'm tryna go hoop but I ain't tryna intrude on what y'all got planned"

"Bet. What's to it? Let's do a 5 on 5 tomorrow night."

"Why not tonight? You don't want your shorty to see you shooting bricks?"

"Das cap" Q laughs shaking his head. "Nigga can't even guard without fouling"

"Muhfuckas can't even shoot a free throw"

I was just standing there as they bickered back and forth. Both of them were just so fine I wasn't even listening to what they were saying, I was just staring at their faces in awe. I was really in a room alone with two of the finest men I've seen in a while.

Why am I so deserving?