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“Quinci, I really can’t get enough of you.I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” I whispered.
“Or what?”
As soon as we got to the door, an older gentleman pulled it ajar.
“Dymon. Glad you made it,” he spoke and smiled. “And who is this beautiful young lady?”
“This is Quinci. My assistant.” He looked down at me, making me blush. “And my girlfriend.”
“Oh. Well, then. I am Joel.”
After we shook hands, we walked in the house. Looking up, I admired the high ceilings and bright chandeliers. Just the foyer of this house was beautiful, so I could only imagine the rest of the house. I was so enthralledby the ceilings that I stumbledwhen Dymon pulled my hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Would you like a tour of the house?”
My eyes lit up. “Could I really?”
“Yes.”
He led me through the foyerto a double set of stairs. The food smell got louder.
“Through there is the kitchen and the dining room. That’s where everybody is, getting ready to get served.”
We walked up the right side of the stairs. Along the walls were pictures of each of them with different celebrities.Even Dymon was in a couple of them.
I gasped. “You know Jay-Z and Beyonce?” I whisper-shouted.
He chuckled. “No. They happened to be staying at the Lux Suitesdowntown, and I was there too. That’s it.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Those double doors at the end of the hall opens to Declan, Winter, and Donovan’s suite. A couple of those doors are guest bedrooms that Diesel and Denim occupy when they do stay here.” He led medown the hallway to the other side of the house. “That suite down there belongs to Metri. Myparent’sroom, my dad’sofficeand den, and all that is downstairs.In the backyard is a deck, a pool, a brick oven, anda partridge in a pear tree.”
I scoffed. “Ugh. Weakest home tour ever.”
“Baby, I can’t take you in those peoples’ rooms.”
“I want to see baby pictures of you. Where did you sleep when you were little? All that type of stuff.”
“I told you that this house has had many renovations.The room I slept inis now a storage room or something. And I don’t have no baby pictures of me.”
“Oh, please. Everybody got baby pictures of them. Even if it’s just one.”
“Okay, sure.”
He grabbed my hand, leading me downstairs. The chatter in the dining room hushed when Dymon dragged me in the room. His father sat at the head of the table witha smirk on his face.
“Pretty Quinci.”
Donovan jumped out of his chair and ran over to me,leaping into my arms. He wrapped his arms around my neck. I hadn’t physically seen himsince the night at the fair, but we have Facetimed before. He had his own iPad and could only use it on the weekend, and he always called his Uncle Dymon.
“You hadto have grown at least an inch and gained a pound or two since I last saw you.”
“There are linesin my room that you can see.”
“Am I standing here, or no?”
