I was on live with Silas as we got ready.

"I want Chanel 9 boots. All these niggas steady jockin' 'cause they know I'm the truth." I rapped.

"Material girl." Silas said looking bored.

"And I get it from my mammy. Balmain, bustdowns, these hoes can't stand me."

"Material girl."

"Currently working on a Grammy. Meanwhile, pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami." I said while twerking.

"Material girl." Silas said slapping my ass then rubbing it.

"Chanels and pearls. That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls." I held my Chanel bag up wrapping my arm around Silas.

"Gay ass shit." He mumbled.

"Y'all see my man do anything to make me happy." I cheesed.

I was leaning in front of the dresser and Silas stood behind me. He pretended like he was hitting it from the back.

I felt him lift my sundress up causing my eyes to go wide. I looked at him through the camera and he winked at me while smirking.

"Silassssss." I tried to play it off.

"Hmm?" He rubbed my ass brushing his finger against my core.

"It's time for my photo shoot."

"We'll get there." He pulled my dress down. He reached up kissing my ear before whispering.

"You should let me eat it from the back while on this live. Knowing you love the rush of almost getting caught." He grabbed my face kissing me tongue and all.

I bit my lip smiling looking up at him.

"Nasty ass."

"I got to go y'all." I said ending the live quick.

"Come fuck me real quick."

"No baby girl."

"Please?"

"Not you begging. I need it."

"What you need is some panties."

"What I need is you to bend me over." I frowned.

"You gone watch while I fuck you hard in this mirror?" He asked rubbing on me, kissing my neck while looking me in my eyes through the mirror.

"Silassss." I whined.

"Shut the fuck up." He mumbled choking me as he pulled my dress up. His fingers wasted no time finding my spot. He ran his fingers up and down my slit.

"You so wet for my princess." He said adding a finger pumping slowly.

I moaned softly throwing my head back on his shoulder.

"Look at me. Open your eyes and watch us through this mirror." He said adding another finger picking up the pace. All of a sudden he stopped and licked his fingers clean before laughing.

"What are you doing?" I asked watching him grab his keys.

"Photoshoot baby you taste so good though. Also you still on live."

My eyes got wide. I quickly ended it. The car ride was quiet.

"You got an attitude mama?"

"Shut the fuck up." I mumbled getting my make-up done.

He laughed.

"Lil dick bitch."

That shut him up quick.

"These pictures came out beautiful but you look stuck." The photographer said.

"I'm sorry." I said knowing why.

"You and that husband go fix it. We saw the live. You got an hour while we do the second set up."

Silas laughed picking me up taking me to the dressing room.

"Take this shit off." He said pulling his sweats and boxers down. His dick sprung out. I couldn't help but stare at all the veins licking my lips before biting them.

"Kleo undress." He said again.

I wasted no time.

"Good dick do this!" Silas said recording me. He ain't lying. He laid it down right now I'm on cloud 9.

"That's a wrap!" The photographer said.

Silas walked over to me bending down kissing me while rubbing his hands up and down my greased thighs.

"I love you sexy." He mumbled against my lips.

"I love you more."

I saw a flash go off causing us to look back.

"You 2 have such sexual energy! Have you ever thought of doing a sex photoshoot?" My photographer said.

"Huh?" We both said.

"The sexual presence is so strong and the faces you two make I can just imagine."

"Shay!" I laughed.

"Think about it." She winked walking away.

I looked at Silas smirking.

"Give me reasons why I should agree." He chuckled as I get ready.

"It's cute to go in our photo album. It don't have to be any nudity. Just love faces." I smiled grabbing a juice and some chips off the concession.

"Mhm. We'll see."

I smiled as he got my duffel bag for me wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What you want for dinner?" I asked him as he buckled my seatbelt for me causing me to roll my eyes.

"Ouch." I said after he popped my thigh.

"Stop rolling them eyes. I was going to cook though."

"What?"

"Baked chicken, green beans, and corn. Yeah you about to start eating your vegetables." He laughed.

"Niggas work-out and want to eat healthy and shit." I joked.

"Girl please. We need to try to be a little healthier."

"I guesssss." I mumbled opening my chips I took.

"Really Kle?"

"What?" I looked at him with a mouth full.

"A damn shame."

"Can we get ice cream?"

"Frozen yogurt?"

"I don't want that shit."

"Well too bad... the answer no."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" I screamed.

"Shut your dramatic ass up and eat those chips."

"Can we go to Target?"

"For?"

"Just take me to fucking Target."

"You about to be a target in this truck keep on."

I mocked him.

"I got a big even for the club coming up too. I just got the calendar reminder so I might be busy and distant. I'll check in as much as I can. Between the club and trap, then your salon and you expanding we might only see each other at bed time... plus you a whole fucking job too."

"You thought you ate with that last sentence?"

"Naw but I ate during that photoshoot. Tasting like a tropical smoothie."

"Chileeeeee it's getting hot in here." I said as we pulled up to target.

"C'mon and we not buying a lot." He said grabbing my ass when I got out the truck.

"Shit so fat and juicy." He mumbled.