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Reggie (Ray) ^^ 😍😍

Play Song when it says to.

Alonzo POV

I was thankful. So thankful that I had somebody like Ray to help me. I had never knew somebody to treat me this way. To make my happiness a priority, no matter how much I'd rather put everyone else's before mine. He did all he could in his power to protect me, to please me, and for that I was thankful.

I knew later on I'd regret defying my father. I knew he always got his way. I just prayed that everything would go well. But who was I kidding? Eventually I'd have to go back and deal with his wrath. But I prayed that it's be later rather then sooner.

"Hey," Ray's hand pushing me over grabs my attention, "Stop thinking so much, everything gon be allright."

I hope so.

I look out the window for the rest of the car ride and enjoy the comfortable silence between the 2 of us.

"Ain't nothing like a country boy, dirty slang-"

"Wanna take you home, teach you some things. When you gon finish this song? He finishes, looking over at me.

I didn't really know, I hadn't had much time to finish writing and it still appeared to be missing something.

"I need help finishing it, I don't know what's missing." I answer honestly, looking over at him drive.

"Sing some for me." He demands and a questioning look covers my face. "Just do it." He pushes a and I begin to sing some for him.

"Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type

I want a downtown boy like youuu." I sing and look over at him, "What you think?"

He's nodding his head and looks deep in thought. "I think I got something." I look over in shock and wait for him to go. I had never heard him rap before.

"Yeah, and look, he say he want a young nigga

Yeah, foreign shit for my bottom bitch cause my bag right, damn,

He pour the forth, we still leaning from last night.

Look, fuck lose my boo rock jays

We don't never play heart games this shit real for him, it's a drill and Damn I messed up!!" He exclaims at the end, I was impressed, he got all that off the top so he deserved some praise for that.

"That sounded nice, I never heard you rap before." I announce.

"We should go to the studio." He offers, looking over in my direction.

"Yea, let's go." I respond and smile since we're going to the studio, I like going to the studio, it was fun and we always enjoyed our time.

I turned up the radio to listen to some music and Kiss it Better by Rihanna comes on. This was my jam, and not to mention how I was just saying that to Ray was able to kiss it better every time we kissed.

"Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy

Take it on back boy, take it back all night

Just take it on back, take it on back

Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night

Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye!" We sing loudly with the speakers blaring and I giggle to myself.

Saint's POV (ALONZO'S DAD)

"Is this all? I ask going over the files and messages my private investigator retrieved for me.

"Yes sir." He nods and I shoo him out of my office. So they wanted to play? Well somebody should've told them money buys an advantage, and that I had plenty.

I open the file and smile mischievously, oh this is going to be fun.

Reginald Royal, 18 years old, son of Meka Douglas and unknown.

"Hmmm, hoe." I mutter to myself. How do you not know who your child's father is? Shameful.

I continued to look at the file full of info about the boy in the restaurant footage.

I stumble upon something interesting that guarantees that I get my way.

It was pictures of him entering and exiting Ty's house, with the caption relationship unknown. Pfft, it didn't take a genius but Ty was one of the more prominent drug lords down south side. The only reason he would be going in there is because he sells drugs. Which Alonzo wouldn't be to happy when he finds out.

I wipe the fallen tear from my eye and smile menacingly at the info I've gathered.

Alonzo POV

"Press record lemme try something else." I yell through the mic. I had just thought up this verse I know he would like.

"Ain't nothing like a country boy, dirty slang

I wanna take you home, teach you some things

Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type

I want a downtown boy like you

Touchdown in your city, and the girls be with me

I like your waves, can I put my hands on youuuu

Love the way you shinnin, you talk slow but I like it, you keep it up, baby, here's what I'm gonna do do do do

Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning

Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes

Smile for, I just love the way you keep it

Man everybody knows." I sing and smile through the booth at him.

"I knew you liked my waves." He boasts, smirking at me through the booth when his voice echos through the speakers.

I smile and just nod. "Ok so I think we just repeat the hook, then I come in." He instructs and I nod.

That sounded like a plan I couldn't wait until the song was finished.

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We finished up the song but Ray wouldn't let me hear it play back yet. Something about 'Building anticipation.'

So we were in the car, driving to his house and planning to stay the night over. I was nervous, I didn't know what to expect, or what could happen because I was no longer in my own house. But I didn't sit and worry for long, I knew as long as I was with Ray everything would be OK.

I get pulled out my thoughts when I noticed we were pulling into, a mall?

"You need some clothes don't you?" He questions and I nod in understanding. I check my wallet and see if I got my cards with me, even though they'd be useless if my father decided to cut them all off.

I really needed a way to get from under his thumb.

"I don't know why you going in your wallet, I ain't letting you pay for nothing." He informs, a serious tone and look covers his features. I blush and take off my seat belt to get out the car. He always has my face heating up and I can't resist that smile that's on my face.

We enter the mall and I walk over to the directory so I can decide where we're going first.

My eyes dart around the board until I actually find a store I want to shop at. I jump in excitement when I see it. I grab his hand and we walk in the direction of the Ralph Lauren Polo store.

If you hadn't noticed, I loved Polo. I mean it was good looking and affordable. I say affordable because I'm trying to save money and since Ray was buying it made more sense to not break his bank.

We look around together, hands still latched until I see this shirt. It's a blue and white plaid long sleeve with a pink Polo man on it. I grabbed my size and looked at the price tag. The smile on my face was quickly wiped off when I seen the price. $180 for this shirt? I mean it was nice but not that nice.

"Stop looking at price tags, if you like it grab it." Ray demands from behind me.

"This shirt is $180, I don't need it that bad."

"Ok." Is all he says and I put the shirt back on the rack eyeing him suspiciously. Usually he puts up a fight and demands I do what he says. Why was this time differently?

We continue to walk around the store and I continue to grab clothes that appeal to me until Ray's hands were full. We go to the checkout and my heart drops after the final price appears on the monitor. Maybe I should have looked at the prices of some of the clothes, then I'd know how my total added up to $1,500.

I attempt to pull out my wallet and pay for some but he pushes my hand down and pulls out a stack of money. I don't know if I was more shocked at the total price or the stack of hundreds he was going through and grabbing. When he got the amount he handed it to the cashier and after checking she printed the receipt and handed us the bags, waving us off. We walked out and Ray grabbed my bags out my hands and started carrying them all. I didn't argue with him though and kept walking to the car.

We put the stuff in the trunk when we get to the car and I sit in the passenger so Ray can drive my car. I pull down the mirror so I can look at myself in the mirror and I frown at my reflection. You can tell I've been crying because of the swollen part of my eye plus the redness that was also present. I close the mirror when he gets in the car and sit back after putting on my seat belt.

I looked over at him as he drove and smiled I was so happy and grateful for him, his kindness and him just being there for me. But I was also worried as to what could happen. My father would get to him or me eventually and it wouldn't end well for anyone, besides my father.

"Stopppp." Ray yells, pushing me over and bringing me back to reality. "Stop worrying so much."

He said it like it was so easy, he didn't know about my father's influence, and how he would and could use his money to get whatever he wanted.

He grabs my hand and sits it down in between the seats, rubbing his thumb in circles against it. That subtle action was enough to ease my mind and take the worries away.

We got to his house and he handed me the key to unlock the door after he popped the trunk to get the clothes out.

I walk in the house and get greeted with the smell of food cooking. It smelled so good. I licked my lips and Ray walked in behind me. "Ma!!"

"Boy don't be yelling through my house with all that- oh hey Alonzo." She straightens up and I chuckle to myself a little.

"Hey Ms. Douglas." I say and Ray leans over to whisper in my ear. "Go put up your clothes." He says and hands me the bags. I resist the shiver going down my back and I walk down the hall into his room and dump out all the clothes on his bed. Walking over to his closet I grab some hangers to hang them up.

This feels weird, but a good kind of weird, it feels as if I'm moving in, which I wouldn't mind.

I go back to the clothes and look over them to see where I'm going to begin. One shirt in particular sticks out to me. It was the shirt I really liked, the $80 one I thought we agreed on putting back. He got it for me.

"Rayyy!!" I yell in excitement. I had already tried the shirt on and checking myself out in it. He walks in the room with a smirk on his room and I look over at him.

"I thought we weren't going to get it." I stated, crossing my arms arms in attempts to look mad. But on the inside I was happy as hell.

"You liked it, so I got it." He says in a duh tone and gesturing for me to follow him out the room.

Play Song Now

I instantly heard it playing when I walked out the room. It was the song, he was playing it.

"Ain't nothing like a country boy, dirty slang." I sing in excitement and soon his verse comes on and I'm just bursting in excitement.

Before I know it I'm wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss, me still smiling but also enjoying it.

"Reggie this is song is so-"

His mom stops mid sentence and looks in between us.

"Oh shit."

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