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“Yeah. We’ve been cooped up in the crib for a few weeks. I haven’t been able to treat you in a minute. Trenton is with my mama. Why not? Let me take my lady out.”

He then took me by the hand, turned me to face him, and threw the towel on the couch. I blushed into his sexy smirk. He was coming in for a kiss when his phone rang.

“Hold that thought,” he told me.

He went for the phone, saw who was calling, and rolled his eyes. My interest piqued, but he put it on speaker and sat on the couch with irritation all over his face.

“What up?” he answered dryly.

“Moses....” I heard a guy greet him.

“Eli. What’s up?”

“I’m in Chicago for a night. I was calling, hoping that I could get you in the studio–”

Moses interrupted him by sucking his teeth and saying, “I told you–”

“Before you say no, just listen to me. I know you’ve been through a lot. But don’t give up on your music. You’re talented,man. If I can get you a dope single to show the execs at Interscope, we can probably get a decent deal...”

Moses shook his head. I could understand his reluctance. Rah had fed him this bullshit for so long that rapping left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I’m in Chicago right now at the studio with the dope producer, Ill One...”

Even though Moses looked like he wasn’t interested, the mention of Ill One had definitely made him start listening with more intent.

“All you need to do is show up,” Eli tried to convince him. “Just give me a few hours of your time. If nothing else, you leave with a hit with one of the coldest producers on it.”

Ill One had produced most of the hottest trap songs spinning on the radio and in the clubs right now. I hated the thought of Moses being back in the studio late at night with a bunch of hoes, but I was woman enough to want him to take advantage of this.

He looked at me, silently asking me what to do.

I mouthed, “Do it!” Then I smiled at him, trying to quietly persuade him further.

After a second or two, he finally said, “Okay.”

“Good,” Eli replied, excited.

“Just text me the address, and I will be there in like thirty minutes.”

As he hung up, I was excited for him and sad for myself. Like I said, this was a great opportunity for Moses. However, it was also a great opportunity for the hoes to seep into our very happy relationship. But I reminded myself that I trusted my man.

He stood to get dressed and I started to reach for the remote, trying to figure out what I would do for therest of the night now that I would be alone, and worried about how many bitches was in the studio.

Noticing Moses’ shadow still standing over me, I looked up.

“You comin’?” he asked.

I frowned. “Coming where?”

“To the studio, baby.”

“Youwantme to?” I asked, surprised.

“Hell yeah. C’mon.”

I waited until he turned and walked into our bedroom to smile from ear-to-ear.

?Niggas want me dead but I’m back to life