The sun beamed into my eyes coaxing me from my slumber. I felt around the bed for Quincy's body but he wasn't there. I sat up and rubbed my eyes looking around the room confused. I could hear talking in the living room so I climbed out of bed to see what was going on.

I was still butt ass naked so I grabbed Quincy's t shirt and put it on. I opened the door and peaked out. Quincy was in the kitchen cooking and Michelle laying on the couch.

"Looks like sleeping beauty has finally awakened" Michelle teases. I rubbed my eyes and walked back into my room. I went into the bathroom to pee before washing my hands and face then brushed my teeth.

I walked into the bedroom and put on my panties that were on the floor before joining everyone in the other room.

The smell of food was making my mouth water. I walked into the kitchen to see what he was cooking. I knew we didn't have that many groceries to work with in the first place so I wasn't expecting much.

In the pan he was working on now was some scrambled eggs. On the counter there was sausage patties and french toast.

"Goodmorning" I say to him.

"Goodmorning" He replies leaning down to kiss my lips. I turned around to walk into the living room and Michelle was just smiling ear to ear.

"Girl what?" I laughed sitting down next to her.

"Soooo how was it?" She whispered to me.

"Bitchhhhh. I've been out cold all night" I whispered back. I didn't even say no more than that and we started laughing. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was paying us any attention. He was cooking in just his sweatpants, showing off all the tattoos on his skin.

"Ooh bitch them hickies dark as hell" Michelle says touching my neck. My hand instantly went to cover it. There was a knock at the door and Michelle got up to get it.

"Oh Mr. Baldwin what are you doing here?" She puts a lot of emphasis on my dads name so we could hear her. My eyes instantly met Quincy's.

Fuck.

I pulled my hair out the bun and pulled my hair forward to cover my neck.

"Don't call me that old ass name" I could hear my dad say, "Oooh it smell good in here. What y'all cooking?" As soon as he appeared in the room he looked over at Quincy. I tried to play it cool like I was watching tv and didn't even notice he was here.

Think Paris. Think.

"Hey how you doing? I'm Quincy" I could hear Quincy say.

"Who are you tal-Oh hey daddy" I said waving at him from the couch.

"Hey" He replies with this sly look upon his face. He looks at me, then Michelle, then Quincy and back at me. I gave Michelle a look indicating that I needed her to take over.

"Pops this is my boyfriend" She said.

"Awe okay" My dad said nodding his head slowly. "I was in the neighborhood and figured I'd stop by for a second before going to work" He walks over to the barstool and sat down.

"So umm Shells, if he's your boyfriend why does my daughter have his shirt on?"

"Whaaaaat?" Michelle says acting fake surprised, terribly, "Paris why you got my man shirt on"

I just glared at her and rolled my eyes. "It's over Michelle" I laughed shaking my head.

I stood up from the couch and walked over to give my dad a hug to butter him up a little. I kissed his cheek and laid my head on his shoulder keeping my arms wrapped around his body.

"You smell so good" I said "Is this a new cologne?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"So this is your boyfriend?" He asked me.

"Is there a right or wrong answer to this question?" I chuckle.

"Man go put on some pants" He laughs pushing me off of him. I went into my bedroom and grabbed some sweatpants out of my dresser. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my foundation. I put some on my neck to hide the hickies on my neck.

"I didn't mean for us to meet like this" I could hear Q say.

"I can't even be mad cause I just popped up. I'll curse y'all out another time" I heard my dad say with a slight chuckle. I walked out the room and he glances back at me.

"I just wished my daughter told me she was in a relationship"

"It just never came up" I replied.

Q and I aren't technically "together" but I couldn't tell him that. It was quite apparent that fucking was going on. If he knew I was having sex with someone I'm not in a relationship with I'd never hear the end of this.

"I fuck with that sleeve" My dad tells Q, "How long did that take?"

"Thanks it took like 6 hours"

"I was thinking about getting a sleeve. My wife would kill me though"

"I can do it for you just let me know whatchu need"

"You do tattoos?!" Michelle exclaimed from the couch, "I want something. Hook me up too"

"Oh you're a tattoo artist?" My dad questions.

"I do tattoos on the side every now and again. I'm actually a graffiti artist" Quincy tells him as he began to put the scrambled eggs on some plates.

"Aye that's dope. You gotta show me some of your work." My dad says standing up from the bar stool.

"What're y'all doing sunday? Come over for dinner. Michelle you too. You ain't been over in a minute" My dad states as he began to walk towards the door.

"My flight actually leaves sunday morning. I live in New York."

"Wait, you just did that wall at my boy Danny's restaurant yesterday"

"Yeah that was me"

"I fucked with that. Imma need you to do something for me. Imma get up with you though." My dad says before dapping up with Quincy. "What's your number?"

"Nope. Let's go" I quickly intervened and started to push my dad towards the front door.

I don't know why my parents are just so adamant about talking and hanging out with this boy. But it isn't happening.

"I'll see you sunday, we definitely gotta talk. Your mom know about him?" My dad asks as I open the door for him.

"Yeah they met the other day"

"So she knew about tatted up Michael Ealy and didn't tell me?" He says shaking his head. "I need to go show these houses, you're lucky I gotta go"

He gives me a hug and kisses my cheek before walking out. "Safe sex is great sex!"

"Please stop. Im gonna throw up" I laughed before closing the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I didn't know he was coming" I said to Quincy leaning against the fridge.

"It's all good. I'm not tripping" He shrugs his shoulders. "The food ready though"

"Whew took you long enough" Michelle said hopping up from the couch. She grabbed a plate "Thank you" and went into her bedroom.

I poured us apple juice into glass cups and sat down on the bar stool next to Quincy.

"This is your second time cooking for me. I definitely gotta cook you something before you leave" I laughed as I cut up the french toast.

"I figured it was the least I could do. You seemed pretty wore out" Quincy smirked as he drank some of his apple juice.

"Ooh you're tryna be funny huh?" I laughed shaking my head "That's why these eggs not even good. They eggy as hell"

He glared at me and we both bursted out into laughter. "You sound stupid"

"Hey I'm just saying" I shrugged my shoulders.

"So I'm your boyfriend now?"

"Who said that?" I questioned raising an eyebrow at him. I knew I had told my dad that he was my boyfriend but he never even reacted to me saying it so I figured he didn't even catch on or that he knew I was just telling my pops what he wanted to hear.

"Oh now you wanna play dumb" Quincy laughed, "So you just gon fuck on me and send me back to New York like I'm a hoe?"

"It's City Girl season pooh" I replied as I did the "period" hand motion.

"Damn that's crazy"

"Sorry baby that's the game" I said before kissing his cheek "You win some, you lose some"

"Are you talking to other people?" I asked eyeing down my food. I didn't want to make eye contact with him so he felt comfortable to tell the truth.

"Nah"

"Let me reword the question, are there any people that think they talk to you?" I asked with a laugh so the question seemed more nonchalant.

Since our weekend together last month, I knew I fucked with him heavy and could see us being together. I've always been the girl to voice my thoughts, if I want you I have no problem directly telling you. The only thing that has stopped me from tell him that though is the distance.

My love language is physical touch and quality time, with a long distance relationship that's practically impossible to get.

"Nah I haven't even been entertaining anybody. I've just been focused on you and work"

"Oh so you're focused on me" I grinned raising an eyebrow at him, "You sure you want to be my boyfriend? I'm a handful"

"Ain't nothing I can't handle. Ion mind putting yo lil ass in check"

"Mmh put me in check then"

"I will in a minute, don't trip" Q replies looking over at me and then back at his food.

"You don't think it's too soon? We've only been talking for like 2 or 3 months"

"That whole long ass talking stage is not something I do. It's just a waste of time. If I need a lot of time to figure out if I wanna be with somebody obviously I don't want them"

"Glad to know we're on the same page"

I never understood how people be in the talking stage for 6 months or more. We have got to start being real with ourselves. If that nigga wanted to be with you, he will be. The whole "titles complicate things" is bullshit, the "I want to take things slow" s bullshit, and don't even get me started on the "I'm not ready for a relationship right now.

"So what we doing? Let me know something so I can move accordingly"

"We're together" I stated.

After that dick he gave me last night I knew that I needed more of it and I wasn't willing to share it with anybody else.

"It's about damn time!" Michelle shouted from her room.