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had someone driving my car,” she told him nervously, as she took her seatbelt off.
    “What they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em,” he told her and got out of the car.
    Demi opened her car door and got out of the car as well, pulling the romper down over her cheeks. It was a little too short for her liking.
    “Damn, you short,” he said, once they were in front of each other.
    Demi winked her eye and went around to the passenger seat. She heard the cat-calls and such, but it seemed as if one death look from Papa and it all ceased.
    Papa pulled Demi’s seat all the way to the back and removed the gun from his waist-line and sat it under the seat. Demi tried to act like she wasn’t surprised, but the look of horror and shock couldn’t be missed.
    “We good, no worries,” he told her. “What the hell you listening to?” His face frowned once he turned the radio up.
    Demi let out of a slight chuckle. “Here is the AUX cord, you can change it.”
    Papa played some hardcore rap that Demi’s ears screamed at, but she let him do him and enjoyed the drive.
    Papa stole a few glances at her. She was looking good as hell with her oversized sunnies on her face. He could see himself kicking it with her after a long day in the trap.
    “Where are we?” she asked, once they pulled into a parking lot of an establishment. Well, Demi would hardly call it an establishment, more like a hole in the wall.
    “Best soul food spot in the hood!” Papa said, rubbing his stomach.
                  He was higher than a motherfucker and was about to order everything on the menu, times two.
    Demi held his hand as they walked over to the blue and yellow building. Papa had never held hands with anyone before, but it came naturally with Demi.
    “PAPA! Who is this, she’s so pretty?” Pam, the owner of the restaurant told Papa.
    “My girl, can we get that booth in the back?” he asked.
    Demi looked at Papa and took his appearance in. The white t-shirt he wore was simple along with the jeans, although Demi knew they probably cost a pretty penny. He still looked comfortable.
    “Yeah, sure baby,” Pam told him. Demi flashed her beautiful, wide smile and followed Papa to the booth.
    “What do you normally order?” she asked.
    “Shit, what I don’t order?” he laughed.
    Demi decided on the baked spaghetti and corn. “May I have two lemons for my water, please?” she asked the waitress.
    The waitress replied sarcastically, unbeknownst to a clueless Demi. “Sure.”  Papa would curse her ass out the next time he came in here.
    “So, what were you doing in that house?” Demi asked after they placed their order.
    “Shooting dice and I got my hair braided earlier,” he told her.
    “You don’t think you’re too old for braids?” she asked.
    Papa laughed. “You see this good ass hair? I got Indian in my blood,” he told her, pulling on his long braids and rubbing his baby hair that had curled up.
    Demi shook her head. “Still too old.”
    “So, what should I know about you?” she asked.
    Papa gave her a mischievous look. “Hmmmm, I don’t know.”
    Demi smiled at him. Papa couldn’t help but blush and he wasn’t even a blushing ass nigga, but damn she was beautiful.
    His dick didn’t even get hard when he was around her. Not to say that Papa wasn’t sexually attracted to her, but he knew it would be more with her than the casual rounds of late night sex.
    “I’m serious!” she told him.
    “I’m just me. I’m Papa. I don’t know what to tell you.”
    “Fair enough.” She wouldn’t press the issue.
    “What about you? You look like you got the twenty-one facts about Demi on standby,” he joked.
    Demi took a bite into the cornbread muffin. Her trainer would kill her if he saw her on her second muffin, but they were so delicious.
    “Well I’m eighteen, I already told you that. I’m the only child, I love to dance, write, read, cook, and travel,” she told him.
    “Dance like twerk?” Papa asked, with