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Naala wiped the sweat of her forehead and sighed, leaning against the wall.

"You are one heavy bitch," Naala huffed looking down at Cleo. "And you make a lot of mess," She said wiping the blood off her face.

A lifeless Cleo lay on the hotel room floor, her neck broken perfectly. She was a fighter so Naala had a few cuts, hence the blood.

"Now what do I do?" Naala spoke out loud with her hands on her hips. "If I chop you up, I have to worry about getting rid of you,"

Naala was having a full blown conversation with a corpse and she saw no problem with it.

"I need a man," She mumbled taking her phone from the counter. She dialled Dave's number and waited for him to pick up, picking her nails as she waited.

"Baby you've been gone for long," Dave said when he answered.

"I got caught up, can you come to room 409," Naala spoke quietly. "I need your help with something,"

"Why you all the way up there? Naleli is next door," Dave asked making Naala sigh.

"Just hurry up Amir," She said before hanging up. "Oh Cleo, what are we gonna do with you?" She directed to the corpse.

Naala walked away from the body and towards the bar in the corner of the room. She opened up a bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass.

"Damn I was thirsty," Naala said finishing off the glass. She looked back at Cleo and tutted, "You were so pretty too," She pouted.

A knock on the door made her put the glass down and stand up. She walked leisurely over to the door and pulled it open.

"Why are you in here?" Dave said walking in. He set his eyes on Cleo and jumped. "She's dead,"

"Yeah she is," Naala nodded standing beside him.

"Did you do it?" He said turning to look at her.

"No I just stumbled in here and she was already dead," Naala said sarcastically. "Of course I did," She said hitting his arm.

"For what Naala? You killed her for what?" Dave asked angrily.

"She was looking at me funny and then she said she wanted to fuck you," Naala explained. "My hand slipped," She shrugged.

"Oh my God," Dave sighed walking over to the body. "Why the fuck did you do this? How are you gonna explain this?"

"We're not, we're gonna get rid of this body," Naala muttered,

"We aren't doing anything," Dave responded. "Why didn't you call Naleli?"

"Because she'll be angry, I can't keep getting her into my mess," Naala shook her head.

"Who else have you killed Naala, and don't lie either," Dave ordered standing up.

"The nanny," Naala whispered. "She said you were fine,"

"Jesus Christ Naala!" Dave shouted. "You told me she quit," He said moving closer to her.

"She did," Naala replied quickly. "And then I killed her," She added with no remorse.

"Can we just get rid of Cleo?" Naala said pointing at her body.

"How the hell do you expect us to do that?" Dave huffed in anger.

"Maybe we can chop her up, that normally works," Naala suggested. "But that means finding a place to burn her,"

Dave looked at her in shook, for once in his life, he was truly scared of Naala.

"We can't cut her up here," Dave shook his head. "It won't work," He said stepping back.

"A robbery!" Naala gleamed. "We stage a robbery, they wanted that fake Chanel purse, she didn't want to give it. They killed her," Naala spoke through the events.

"There's cameras, they'll see us walking into the room," Dave spoke up. The plan was perfect apart from that little detail.

"I can deal with the cameras," Naala waved him off picking up her phone. "That's the easiest part, start breaking stuff while I call somebody," She instructed him.

"Fucking crazy," Dave mumbled under his breath as he started throwing stuff on the floor.

"I know I am," Naala replied sitting on a chair. "Hurry up, you've got a flight in two hours," She reminded him.

"Get up and help me then," Dave paused looking at her relaxing.

"I'm tired," Naala pouted, "I had to drag her a long way," Dave shook his head at her and carried on smashing stuff around the room.

"Take her rings," Naala pointed to her hand. "Make it look like an actual robbery,"

"You talking a whole lot for someone who is sitting down," Dave fussed taking the rings and shoving them in his pocket.

"Bae don't be mean," Naala frowned standing up. She walked over and took Cleo's phone.

"I can't believe you Naala, I wouldn't have even fucked her," Dave said when they were done.

"That's what you said about Trinity," Naala mumbled closing the door halfway. "I'm not even in the mood for this," She spoke as they walked back to their room.

"Oh does murder make you tired?" Dave retorted looking down at her.

"It does actually, it makes me very tired," Naala replied pressing for the elevator. "I did it for us but you're not seeing that,"

"You killed a random woman for us? That's fucked up," Dave said in response.

"I did," Naala nodded. "For you. To make sure you stay faithful," She added intertwining their fingers.

"You've been on your meds?" Dave asked lowly. Naala nodded quickly and rubbed his hand.

"I can even show you," Naala smiled. "Bae please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry," She said tugging on his hand.

"I'm sorry daddy," She got on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"She didn't deserve that Love," Dave sighed lifting her up.

"But it's better to be safe than sorry," Naala smiled softly before kissing him. "Kiss me back," She ordered squinting at him.

Dave kissed her back while gripping her ass. Naala moaned into the kiss and started to grind on his dick, meanwhile the elevator dinged and someone got on.

"Oh I am so sorry!" A white woman squealed covering her eyes.

Naala rolled her eyes and tapped Dave who put her down.

"It's okay, it's me. I just wanna jump his skin, all the time," Naala said with a fake smile.

"Newlyweds?" The white woman asked turning to look at them.

"No we've been married 8 years now but I have to keep the spark alive," Naala replied leaning into Dave.

"You young people love sex huh? In my time it was all about making babies, not love. Do you love him?" The white woman continued.

Dave was over the entire conversation before it even started but Naala being Naala, entertained the hell out of it.

"Oh I would kill for him," Naala smiled widely. Dave side eyed her and squeezed her waist.

"That's true love," The woman nodded. "Well you're a beautiful couple and it was lovely to meet you," She said before stepping off the elevator.

It was also their floor so they too stepped off and walked into the opposite direction.

"You would kill for me?" Dave shouted as soon as they got into the room.

"Yeah I would," Naala shrugged her robe off. "I just did, keep up," She spoke, her voice drifting away as she walked into the bathroom.

"I'm worried about you," Dave said sitting on their bed. "Is this because of the baby or something? Tell me what's going on baby," He called out to her.

Naala looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, she didn't know what was going on. "It's not about us having a baby," Naala muttered.

"Then tell me what's up? You don't go around killing people Naala," Dave answered. Naala joined him back in their room, her naked body throwing Dave off.

"I told you why I did it," Naala replied walking over to him. She straddled his lap and frowned. "Can we not talk about her anymore? You're leaving tomorrow,"

"I'm not sure I can leave when you're acting like this," Dave told her. He was trying to have a real conversation with her but her body was distracting him.

"I said I'm sorry," Naala answered quietly hugging his body.

"Naala stop it," Dave said when she started to kiss his neck.

"Why?" She asked lifting her head up. "You don't find me attractive anymore?"

"Where did you get that from?" Dave huffed holding onto her thighs.

"You were staring right back at her when she was looking at you. Are those the kind of girls you like now?" Naala said softly. "Should I be looking out for young, pretty girls with fake asses?"

"Get in the bed and go to sleep," Dave sucked his teeth lifting her off of him.

"Go to - why are you crying?" Dave said in a defeatist tone,

"You hate me!" Naala cried into her hands. "I did it for you because you can't control yourself. You would have fucked her if you got the chance,"

"I wouldn't have, I'm in love with you," Dave answered with a frustrated frown. "Get in the bed and sleep Naala, I'm not playing."

"I'm not even tired," Naala sniffed getting into the bed.

"But you were too tired to help me up there," Dave scoffed taking his shirt off and throwing it to the side. He kept his boxers on and got into the bed beside her.

Dave turned over and ignored her cries and sniffs, hoping she would just fall asleep.

He heard movement and her nails clicking across her screen.

"Put the phone up," Dave instructed.

"You can't tell me what to do," Naala said still crying. Dave sighed and turned over, snatching the phone from her hands. He turned it off and put it under his pillow.

"I was checking on Samar," Naala defended,

"No you weren't, you were texting your sister." Dave replied tiredly. "Naala sleep please," He added.

"Fine," Naala huffed pulling the sheets over her more. Dave closed his eyes and started to drift off.

"Amir," Naala whined tapping his back.

"What do you want Naala?" Dave mumbled with his back still turned to her.

"I want to have sex," Naala sniffed. "If you say you still love me then you will," She added for dramatic effect.

"Fine," Dave said turning around. "Let's have sex then," Naala's eyes lit up in glee,

"Okay get your dick out," Naala spoke excitedly with a smile.

"Don't tell me what to do," Dave copied, pulling her closer. He kissed her lightly while rubbing her clit slowly.

"Actually," Naala breathed out, "Is this bad? I literally just killed someone," Her conscious was coming out.

"Should I stop then?" Dave asked moving his hand back. Naala fought with herself internally before shaking all the thoughts out of her head.

"Let's go to sleep," She said sighing. Her guilt was starting to eat her up and she couldn't think of sex.

"Fuck," Naala threw her head back as she continued to bounce on Dave's dick. She tried to sleep, they both did but it didn't work.

"I'm so close," Naala moaned gripping his shoulders. Dave kissed her passionately, using his finger to rub her clit at the same time.

"How much do you want this?" Dave teased watching her face change frequently and the tears gather at the side of her eyes.

"So much," Naala cried out loudly releasing all over him. That didn't stop him, Dave lifted her up and laid her down properly.

He lifted her both her legs up onto his shoulders and slid back into her, groaning at the feeling. He started off slow before he sped up, making Naala scream out in pleasure.

"I can't," Naala moaned pushing his stomach.

"Move your fucking hands." Dave grunted. "This is what you wanted," He said slapping her hands away.

"Yes," Naala panted feeling him almost in her stomach.

When her legs started to shake and her eyes roll back, Dave slowed down letting her orgasm pass. He also felt his dick stiffen and before he knew it, he released himself in her.

Something felt different to Naala, even though he always came inside her. She felt like there was a purpose behind the way he came.

"What's up?" Dave asked, she was too quiet for after sex.

"Do you want a baby?" Naala muttered sitting up.

"Yeah why?" Dave replied with a confused face.

"No reason," Naala shook her head. "Can you help me to the bathroom?" She asked holding her hands out to him.

~~

"What's up Mama?" Dave asked hugging Sonia. He had a break from the tour and thought it would be good to see how his mom was doing.

"I'm good, I've got the soup all ready to go," Sonia smiled patting his face. "How are my grand babies?"

"Giving me a headache," Dave mumbled ignoring the bubbling feeling in his stomach.

"Mmm and your wife?" Sonia asked with her hand on her hip. "She sent me some money last week, why's she being nice to me?"

Naala still hated Sonia's guts but she wanted to get back in Dave's good books.

"Naala? Sent you money?" Dave said sitting on the island.

"Yeah, about 10K." Sonia told him. "She might not be so bad after all," She concluded.

"She was never bad, y'all just didn't like her," Dave answered. "I keep being sick ma, I think I got food poisoning," He announced.

"Throwing up?" Sonia questioned taking the soup out of the refrigerator.

"Yeah and I get hot at night, Naala's been kicking me out of the bed cuz she says I sweat too much," Dave told her.

"Hmm, eat some of this." Sonia said putting some of the fresh hot soup into a bowl for him. "It's all that travelling around,"

Dave nodded, maybe the tour was taking a toll on his body.

"Where's Chanel at?" He asked accepting the soup.

"With her little boyfriend or whatever," Sonia waved him off. "She's almost 26 years old, still leeching off me,"

"Cuz you spoil her," Dave mumbled setting his spoon down. His sister was spoilt since the day she was born and he didn't think that would ever change.

"So do you," His mom replied. "This is the third car she's wrecked this year but you still bought her one," Dave tutted and focused on his soup.

"I'm not gonna leave her without a way of getting around ma," Dave spoke, the familiar sick feeling washing over him.

"She can get a job —" Sonia was cut off by Dave getting up and going over to the sink, emptying out his whole stomach. Chunks of the soup splattered in the sink.

"Oh my Lord," Sonia muttered walking over to him. "In my sink Amir?" She slapped his arm.

"Sorry," Dave said wiping his mouth. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with me," He cursed.

Sonia stepped back and her brain started ticking, when she came to her conclusion she clapped her hands loudly.

"My boy," She patted his back proudly. "Congratulations," She added with a smile.

"On what?" Dave questioned wondering why his mom was being so loud.

"On the new baby," Sonia smiled with confidence. "Your wife is pregnant,"

"No she ain't," Dave chuckled taking a bottle of water so he could rinse his mouth.

"She very much is. You're getting all the symptoms. I bet she's been fine," Sonia told him,

"Naala can't be pregnant mama, we haven't even done the procedure yet," Dave explained.

"Then God interceded like I knew he would!" Sonia exclaimed. "I'm proud of you son, I knew you could do it," She said hugging him.

"Mama she would have told me," Dave convinced himself.

"Maybe she doesn't know," Sonia shrugged, "Get her to take a test, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong,"

"You're wrong, Naala doesn't need no baby right now," Dave mumbled the last part under his breath.

Back at her office, Naala was scrolling through her emails while sipping a latte.

"Um Mrs Brewster —" Naala groaned loudly putting her mug down.

"Joy, I'm a person. I have a name, I won't go by my husbands name for the rest of my life. Call me Naala," She said to her.

"Sorry, Naala," Joy corrected herself. "Can I have your help with something?"

Naala waved her in and sat back in her seat. "What is it?"

"I wanted you to sign off on these new chairs in the salon," Joy said handing her the iPad in her hands.

"Mmm no these look tacky," Naala grimaced. "The colour is ugly and they're only 200 per seat. How much budget have you cut out for this shop?"

"15 thousand," Joy mumbled making Naala shake her head.

"Joy do I look cheap to you?" Naala sighed brushing her hair back.

"Not at all," Joy spoke quickly. Naala smiled and leaned forward.

"Don't get nervous. It was a question. Those are cheap, I'm not cheap. Change them," Naala ordered handing her back the iPad.

"Okay ma'am," Joy nodded. "Also, your daughter is emptying the fish tank, I told her to stop but she called me a bitch and told me to leave her alone," She snitched.

"That girl is gonna be the death of me," Naala rolled her eyes standing to her feet. She followed Joy out of the room and just like she said, Malia was emptying the fish tank onto the floor.

"Semaj I'm calling your dad," Naala spoke with authority.

"Daddy will shout at Malia," Malia replied with a frown.

"Then stop it," Naala snapped taking her hand. "Can you clean this up?" She spoke to the front desk person.

"Of course Princess," They smiled happily. Joy raised a brow, this wasn't the first time she heard someone address Naala as Princess.

"Malia is sorry," Malia said quietly when Naala got back to her office.

"Why are you acting like this Malia? First you get expelled now this. You can't keep stressing me out like this," Naala complained holding her head.

"Hate rules," Malia replied looking at her mom.

"Phat you can't hate rules. Rules are there to help us," Naala replied holding her arms out to her. "Tell mommy what's actually wrong,"

"Not mommy, Tete Leli," Malia said crawling into her mom's lap.

"You want me to call Leli?" Naala asked to be sure.

"Yes, Leli Leli Leli." Malia repeated three times. Naala let Malia rest her head on her chest while she rubbed her back.

"What do you want?" Naleli answered the phone rudely.

"Well dang, your niece wanted to speak to you. I think her you know what is messing with her today," Naala said, purposely not saying autism. She didn't like labels and she refused to give them to her children.

"It's school," Naleli replied. "Lemme speak to my Phat girl," Naala put the phone on speaker for her.

"Hey Phat mama," Naleli said with a hint of joy. Naala was surprised, with her, Naleli's voice remained platonic.

"Leli, Malia misses you," Malia smiled taking the phone from her mom.

"I miss you too girl, you wanna get ice cream later?" Naleli offered.

"Ice cream," Malia nodded looking up at her mom.

"I'll bring her after work," Naala agreed,

"Leli and Malia go for ice cream," Malia cheesed wriggling in her mom's lap.

"Leli can't wait," Naleli chuckled. "Hopefully I can keep it down,"

"You're still feeling sick?" Naala questioned shifting Malia on her lap.

"Yep, this new medication is no joke," Naleli responded. "I gotta go though, I'm at the trap."

"Trap. Malia wants to go to the trap," Malia said with wide eyes.

"No, uh uhn," Naala shook her head. "Goodbye Naleli," She said irritated.

"It's not my fault," Naleli laughed at Naala's annoyance. They said their goodbyes and Naala hung up.

"There you go," Naala kissed Malia's cheek.

"Thank you mommy," Malia said hugging her. Naala melted at her touch,

"You know you were my miracle baby," Naala said to her lowly. "They told me and Daddy that you wouldn't make it but you're here,"

"What about Sammy?" Malia asked instinctively,