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“You’re a damn liar. Y’all please don’t believe anything this man says. He’s been eating my cooking for years, and he always licks his plate clean. He can play all he wants to, but I would hate for y’all to see your favorite artist get beat on camera.” I shot back, putting my hair in a bun.

Solo burst out laughing because he had gotten the reaction he wanted. He could joke all he wanted, but he wasn't going to let those folks think I couldn’t cook.

“Am I supposed to be scared of you, Honey Bee? What yo’ little ass gone do with me?” Solomon lightly gripped my chin and brought my face towards his.

We played around a lot, but in that moment, I wasn’t sure what was fake and what was real. Since I thought we were still playing, I decided to push the limits. Leaning forward, I kissed him and jumped up to turn off the camera.

“Alright, guys. Until next time!”

My ears burned with heat as I tried to get myself together. We had shared a simple kiss on the lips a few times over the years, but it was never anything that intense.

Solomon got up and began to clean up the food while I grabbed my laptop and started to edit the video. The overall review turned out cute, but I debated whether I wanted to share the last part or not. I wrestled with it for a second, but then decided to keep it. They wanted people to see Solo’s authentic personality, and it didn’t get more authentic than that.

Once I finished the edits and uploaded the video, I got up to see if he needed any help.

“Hey, is there anything I can do?”

He looked up at me with a warm smile.

“I got it, baby girl. I told Draike he could stop by and grab some food tomorrow since there’s so much left.”

I nodded, but didn’t say anything right away. Then I remembered I still hadn’t shown him my surprise.

“Why are you looking at me like that? You mad at me?” His eyelashes fluttered as he observed me. I never understood why some men had such long, beautiful lashes while we had to go to the salon and have some glued on.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about something. Are you ready to watch some movies?”

“Yeah, I get to pick this time. I need something with blood and gore.”

“I’m fine with that. I’m gonna change into my pajamas, and you can pick the movie out.” I gave him an innocent peck on the cheek and then walked out. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out of the living room and down the hall.

My nerves took over as I peeled off my clothes. My palms were sweaty, and I had to give myself a pep talk at least five times. I wasn’t sure why I was even setting myself up for this, but it was too late to turn back now. When I checked my phone, I realized I had been held up in his room for twenty minutes. He hadn’t said anything, so I figured he was either on his phone or watching a movie by himself. I took one last look in the mirror and decided it was all or nothing.

The walk back to the living room seemed like a long distance as I shuffled my feet. I removed my ponytail holder and let my hair fall free. I took one last deep breath and then walked into the room.

“Aye, y’all mothafuckas are cheatin’. What the fuck is this?” Solomon yelled into his headphones. I wasn’t shocked one bit to see he had got on the game because it was his favorite way to unwind when he wasn’t working.

“Hell naw. You’ve got me fucked up. Y’all mothafuckas pl—oh fuck.”

Solomon glanced my way with his mouth open. He blinked a few times, and I giggled at his reaction. He snapped out of his trance as I stood in front of him with my hands behind my back.

“Umm, aye, I’ma hit y’all back another day. I’ve got some shit to handle.” Solomon disconnected his headphones and turned off the game without giving them a chance to respond.

“W-what's going on?” His eyes raked over my body as I stood there nervously.

“You told me to get it. Do you like it?”

I did a 180 spin to show him my backside, then turned back.

“H-Honey bee, umm, I-I. Fuck.” He groaned as he adjusted his shorts.

“I was just playing. I-I didn’t think. Damn.” Solo closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip. I tried to hide the satisfied grin, but he definitely boosted my ego.

“You sent me the money for it, so I thought you would want to get a view of it up close. I know how much you like the color green. You don’t like it?”

At this point, I was toying with him.

“Honesty. You need to go change. I love you, but I’m telling you right now if you don’t take that off, I can’t control what happens next.” He warned.