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Hov put one arm around my waist and sat his hand on the right side of my thigh. Snatching me up close to his body was obviously his love language. I loved that shit right back, to be honest.

"Tell me why every time I see you, a nigga nearby? You want me in prison?"

"No. Of course not. We ran into each other, and he was asking for my number."

Hov's eyes instantly went over to Ant who'd almost made it to our building door.

"You give it to him?"

"No, of course not."

"Alright, so where you heading to?"

"We were going to get something to eat when Pernelle's brother ran up to us, saying he was getting chased by some dudes for his bike."

"Oh, Aye!”

He called out to Princeton.

"Everything good, little homie?"

"Yeah."

Princeston cleared his throat, intimidated talking to someone like Hov.

That's when he and Pernelle approached us, who were hugging up in the courtyard, like Kairo couldn't pop up at any moment and start some shit.

I honestly don't care right now, though.

Hov made me feel safe, and I know he's not going to let Kairo fuck with me right now.

"It sounds to me like if niggas running around on that type of time today, then you need to get your pretty ass in the house."

"I will be after I get breakfast, I'm starving."

"Then come with me. I can take you to get a meal."

"Really? But my friend was getting food too, and I don't want to abandon her and make her go by herself.

"She can roll with us, too, if she wants."

"I'm down."

Pernelle spoke up quickly, as if it were an offer to Disneyland.

"Princeton, do you want to go with us too?"

"Nah, I'm good. Just going to go upstairs and get on my game."

"But do not leave that apartment for the rest of the day. Mama will be back from the salon in a couple of hours. If them niggas were after you in broad daylight, then they damn sure will do it later."

Pernelle shook the top of his head. Hov then added,

"She right. It's best you stay inside, lil man. I'll look into who's running around the block doing this type of shit and get back with your sister about it. If I find them, know it's handled."

"Alright, thanks, Hov. See y'all later."

Princeton took off on his bike towards their apartment building.

When we got to Hov's Bentley, he opened the door for me and then Pernelle's before walking around to the other side.

This passenger princess shit is my all time favorite moments with him so far.

Well, that was closely behind the moments I shared in his arms at the gun range the other day.

I can't wait to feel that level of intimacy with him again.

"So where are you taking us, Hov?"

Pernelle sat up in between our seats from the back.

"It doesn't matter. There are plenty of restaurants to choose from, but to be honest, the best breakfast in New York is made in my kitchen."

"Oh, you can cook?"

"I can't, but my chef Bama can. What y'all want?"

Myself and Pernelle made eye contact with one another, both smiling as if we'd won the lottery.

Both of us follow Chef Bam on social media and always send each other his videos.

We knew he was a private chef but didn't know for whom.

There is so much shit that I want to try from him, but there is a dream meal that instantly popped up in my head.

"How about Steak, eggs, breakfast potatoes, some of his pound cake French toast, and some of that Bama slam red punch he makes with the oranges chopped up in it."

"He be making that sweet shit for Crew and my other homies. Way too much sugar for me. How does that sound to you back there?" He asked Pernelle.

"It sounds great to me. I'm ready to try it all."

"Alright."

Hov sat idle for a minute typing a text message and then turned on his engine.

Hov drove us to Brooklyn with the air sailing and the music blasting in our ears.

I just know that Pernelle is eating this situation up in the back seat, and I couldn't help but wonder where she had told Emoney she was going.

I didn't give a fuck about checking in with Hov, and we will have our issues whenever I get back. Shit, I hope

doesn't take me back any time soon.

Once we crossed the Brooklyn expressway and were no longer in the hood, Hov took us into a garage next to a tall ass building and then drove up to the top floor.

The more we climbed, the more expensive the cars started to look and we didn't stop until we were on the top floor.

Hov killed the engine and then got out of the car before me and Pernelle made a move.

When I met Hov around the car, he was looking at me like I had done something wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"That's the last time you open your car door yourself when you with me. That's disrespectful?"

"Okay, I'm Sorry."

Pernelle started pinching my arm from excitement when he turned around. I know she found him attractive, but I also know she's simply happy for me. She's been wanting me away from Kairo for a long time. My toxic relationship effected her life to and she never let me hear the end of that.

Once we stepped inside his building, I saw that getting to his place wasn't as simple as walking down a hallway.

Hov led us to an elevator and once we stepped inside, Hov pushed the button on the wall with the letter P, which I'm sure stood for "The Penthouse.

" The elevator began to rise to the top.

I can admit that my stomach was hurting because I was low-key nervous, trying to picture what his place looks like.

Was it modern, sleek, empty, or did it have way too much weird artwork like apartments I've saw on television?

Hov put his lock in the slot, and the second the door opened, it was like walking straight into another world.

This place didn't just seem big; it seemed endless inside.

The deeper we stepped inside, the more space opened up, and walls kept stretching, interrupted only by corners where more walls lay.

There were beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking some of the city, and large pillars that separated some of the rooms.

My apartment after the remodel is nice, but compared to this spot, it still looks like the projects. Everything about this penthouse screamed money, from the marble floors to these oversized chandeliers.

"Make yourself at home, Pernelle. The remotes to the living room television are on the coffee table in the middle. Chef said he is ten minutes away, so he'll be here soon to start the food."

"Okay, thank you so much, Hov. It's mad fire in here."

"Thanks. Ciara, come with me."

He then gestured his head so that I could follow him.

We walked through hallways with large paintings and light fixtures that looked like the ones inside of a museum.

I remember falling in love with artwork when I took a field trip with my art class to an art gallery in Harlem.

It was just a way for most of the students in my class to get out of school that day, but to me, it was a whole other experience.

I loved learning and seeing what the human brain could come up with.

Once we reached the large double doors at the end of the hallway, we walked into a bedroom that was twice the size of the other rooms I'd noticed on my previous visit.

There were the same tall windows as the living room, only outside of the windows was a large concrete slab with nice ass patio furniture.

Hov went over to the area where the window meets the wall and slid the hidden door open.

"Come out here with me for a minute, mama, I want to show you something."

I followed Hov out of the door, hearing the gravel crumble underneath my feet, the further we got to the edge.

From up here, I felt like I could see the entire city of New York, almost but not quite, how I'd seen it in the past. The trains, buses, and street corners that surround this place do no justice to its beauty.

Up here, the air seemed cooler, more crisp, less polluted than what I'd breathed in my entire life.

This was a big fear of mine. Getting used to a quality of life that could be stripped away from me at any moment.

"Wow, Hov. This is a breathtaking view. Even during the day."

I placed my hands on the ledge.

While looking down right now, I felt a rush of fear and exhilaration, the same I felt at amusement parks and now compared to the gun range.

"Yeah, the city is special, and this view shows that. It's one of the many perks of living here. Can you see yourself hanging out here?"

"Yes. All the time. I know some plants that would thrive up here."

He chuckled, placing his chest to the back of my head and placing his hands on my hips.

His body was yet again touching me in one of the most innocent ways, yet it sent my senses through the roof. All I could smell now is his cologne, the mint coming from his breath, the freshness of his skin.

"Thank you for real for bringing me up here. I didn't even know I needed this peace."

"Shid, that's what I'm trying to be, your peace.

But I want you to take all of this in right now, Ciara.

Everything you see in front of you is at your fingertips if you belong to me.

Only, what you see from up here isn't all that comes with being with a nigga like me.

Yeah, I'm rich as a mutha fucka, but this view from the penthouse comes with a high cost sometimes for me and you.

This shit is pretty up here, but you and I both know there is a rimy, gritty bottom to this picture.

No matter how rich we are, we still have to fuckin survive. "

Hov sounded as if he were preaching right now, but honestly, I was locked in.

"So, baby girl, if you are not ready for the bottom as much as the top, then let me know. And don't just say what you think I want to hear, say exactly what you feel."

"I will never tell you what you want to hear, Hov. I think a man like you needs to hear the opposite sometimes. Someone to be that grounding factor with all you have."

"So, you get it. I knew your pretty ass would." He turned me around before looking away for a brief moment.

"Yes, I get it, and you make me so excited about everything. I just hope that you are serious when you say you want me around, and this is not some rich man's fetish."

"Nah." Hov spread a wide smile.

"I'm no rich man, baby. I'm just a gangster with a lot of money."

"I hear that big man."

Hov picked me up and sat me on the ledge, kissing me on my lips before I could even start to scream.

I could feel my coochie thumping like crazy as the rush from the kiss and being this many stories up felt orgasmic.

Where at first I was scared, the fear soon went away, the more our heads swiveled, and our tongues crossed.

"Help! Help! Help!"

Hov and I heard whoever was screaming at the same time, causing us to stop and look at one another.

"That's coming from inside. Stay out here!"

Hov reached in the back of his waistband and pulled out his gun before going back through the sliding doors.

I was left stuck in one spot for a moment before I remembered that my best friend was inside.

When that hit my mind, I could no longer stay in one place and followed through the door behind Hov to find Pernelle.

When I got to the living room, the first thing I spotted was her down on her knees with a gun to her head.

"Crew, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh, you know this bitch?"

"Yes, that's my best friend!"

"Shit, I didn't know. I came over here because Bam said he

about to cook for you. You know I told him to hit me up any time he comes because you be hating on a nigga."

He started laughing like he didn't just have a gun up to my friend's head.

"Um, nothing is funny about putting a gun to someone's head! I told your ass that I was here with my best friend when you first came in here."

"Well, my bad, you have got to excuse me and understand that this nigga doesn't usually bring strangers to his spot. I'm sure this won't make you feel better, but you did look pretty as hell on your knees."

Pernelle smacked her lips, and then Hov led me into the hallway.

"Listen, don't ever come running after me when I tell you to stay somewhere. That could've been someone coming here to blow my head off, and I can't protect you if you don't listen to me."

"I'm sorry, Hov, it's just that my best friend was in there and I didn't know what was going on."

"I don't care if it was our children in there, don't follow me if I tell you to stay somewhere, alright?"

I nodded my head like a child because I felt like I was in trouble. I wasn't upset about it; I was in fact the opposite, feeling my clit throbbing just as it was outside on the ledge.

"I'm sorry Hov. I won't do it again."

He nodded his head, and then the doorbell rang down the hallway.

"That must be Chef Bam. I'm going to let him in, then I'm going to my room to take a nap until he finishes cooking. If you'd like to join me, feel free to do so. I need to power up for the rest of my day."

"I'm so with you on that."

Hov yawned, and I instantly got excited about climbing into his bed with him, even though I'm sure we won't have sex.

Hov is showing me that intimacy comes in many different forms, and that helps both of us have patience for the real thing.

I'm seeing now that the true definition of big dick energy is when you can exert it without sticking your dick in someone.

I didn't think a feeling like this existed, and I've been married before. I guess it was only something you can find in Hov Land.

My favorite place to visit these days.