Roman walked into the break room on the sixth floor of the hospital, heading straight for the vending machines placed up against the back wall. He had been waiting for an hour now to come down here and buy himself a cool blue Gatorade.

Today had been a little more hectic than usual due to a six vehicle crash that happened a couple of hours ago. There were at least four people who needed immediate surgery but at the time there were only two surgeons working, so three more had to be called in from a different hospital.

While the surgeons went to the operating rooms, many of the registered nurses had to cover the after-care of their previous patients that they'd tended to before today's accident. Roman was apart of that group, and he'd been working on the fourth floor instead of his usual on the seventh.

Finally, he managed to get a break just an hour before his shift was over. He had half a mind to just clock out early since he was currently working overtime anyway, but didn't have a legit reason to do he had just decided to stay.

After buying his Gatorade, he sat down in one of the reclining cushions to elevate his aching feet, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. He hadn't checked it since he'd clocked in.

He scrolled through his notification tab for a couple of seconds, before stopping at the Instagram notification that said Angel had posted to her account for the first time in a while. Of course he clicked on it, and immediately regretted it when his dick hardened in his scrubs.

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He hadn't clicked her post expecting to see her with her breasts sitting so nicely on display. It honestly caught him off guard because he hadn't even seen her in a bra yet-not that he was complaining at all over this picture, it was a very nice picture actually.

The soft smile that rested as her expression wasn't making the boner in his pants go down any less, but he wasn't really complaining over that either. She was pretty as hell and luckily for him, she was his-whether she realized that or not.

He actually planned to invite her over his house today to formally ask her to be his girlfriend since he'd have the house to himself tonight. Faye would be taking Kaiya and Raelle to an all girls sleepover at their church tonight, and they wouldn't be back until the next morning.

Roman had already assumed that she knew they were together, but a talk with Faye made him realize that he had to actually ask. He thought it was obvious that they were together with all of the dates they went on and the hours they spent on the phone. Guess it wasn't that obvious.

When he looked down at Angel's picture again, a familiar username in her likes made him frown. How the hell did Isaiah know her and why was he liking her picture?

"Why you in Angel likes and how you even know her?" Roman asked as soon as the call connected, wasting no time to ask how Isaiah knew his girl.

"Angel? Who?" Isaiah questioned confusedly.

"The Angel Mulan." He said her Instagram handle to help him realize who he was talking about.

"Oh, on Instagram? Kash Doll lil' sister? Nigga why you questioning me about a random?"

"Bitch she ain't no random, that's my girlfriend."

"Whatttt?! Word?! You pulled that?" Isaiah's tone changed to one that held much more excitement, making Roman roll his eyes.

"Nigga what the fuck that's 'posed to mean?"

"I ain't know you had it in you. That's a bad b-,"

"Act like I won't come find you and rip yo' throat through your neck and I'ma show you that I will." Roman cut him off before he could finish, rolling his eyes yet again at the sound of Isaiah's laughter.

"Yoooo, congratulations my nigga. On some real shit. You fuckin' wit' her for real or you chillin'?" Isaiah turned music down so that he could hear the call better, now interested in his best friend's love life.

"Nah, that's mine for real. So stay up out her likes. Matter fact, block her and then disable yo' account 'cause why you actually use Instagram anyway? You damn near forty."

"Bitch shut up you older than me by a whole ass month."

"Oh, barely. Get yo' old ass on Facebook or somethin'."

"Get off my phone bitch I hope she suckin' another nigga dick right now." Isaiah ended the call, and Roman laughed at the same time that Isaiah sent a bunch of middle finger emojis to his phone.

Now texting through iMessage, Isaiah told Roman that he'd just followed her after her older sister Shayla, better known as Kash Doll, posted a video of the two of them. He removed his like to satisfy Roman as well.

Angel had told Roman about her older sister who was famous on Instagram for the way that she flaunted her body and the music she used to make a little while ago. He was so out of touch with social media that he didn't know who either of them were before meeting Angel at the cafe.

Maybe he should start using Instagram more often. He felt like he was too old for that though, so maybe not. It wasn't like he was missing anything. The app contained nothing but half naked girls and men who faked the lifestyles they lived anyway. The only reason it was still on his phone was so that he could see the pictures and videos that Angel posted on her story.

Anywho, Roman decided that he would be clocking out early after his break, only because he was ready to see Angel. The way she infiltrated his mind was honestly crazy. Besides his family at home, she was all he seemed to think about now.

"Daddy!" Kaiya shrieked as soon as he walked through the front door, and he smiled, grabbing her up as soon as she was close enough.

"Guess what? Auntie Simone said she's going to bring Bre to the church for the sleepover tonight and she'll bring us Popeyes if the food nasty." Kaiya held around his neck, being carried further in the house.

"The First Lady gon' get you Ky, I done told you 'bout saying her food taste bad girl." He chuckled, and she shrugged. It was the truth. The food was terrible.

"Hey Ro. How was work?" Raelle closed the refrigerator door, a small backpack that contained a night's necessities over her shoulders.

Raelle was actually pretty big on church. She'd grown up in it because of Faye, but was given the choice to stop going when she turned thirteen. Surprisingly enough, she enjoyed going to church and expanding her knowledge about the most powerful being known to mankind.

She didn't consider herself a Christian because she definitely participated in not-so-godly activities, but she didn't care about a title that bound her to a certain religion. Her relationship with God was strong, and she didn't have to follow some rule book written by man to know that.

"Busy as hell. I'm ready to get up under my woman so y'all need to be leaving." He put Kaiya down on her feet, watching her run to go play with the dogs in the living room.

"Mhm. So when we gon' meet this girl? How I know if she right for you if youn' let us meet her?" Raelle folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"When you gon' let us meet Mr.Deep In The Streets?" He returned the same smug look, and her jaw dropped, making him laugh.

"He be deep in something els-,"

"I almost just called you something. Watch yo' mouth lil' girl, ain't shit sweet." He reached at her like he was going to hit her, and she laughed, dodging out of his grip to run to the living room.

He shook his head at her, adverting his attention the sound of his Nana coming downstairs with her own small backpack. Of course she was dressed in her fancy church attire, and it put a smile on his face. His Nana had enough church outfits to last a lifetime.

"Lookin' good Nana. A lil' too fly, actually. You must be tryna impress some old man up there?" Roman held his hand out to help her down the rest of the steps while she laughing.

"Oh hush up boy. I can't just look good for the hell of it?" She flattened the front of her blouse, and he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Call me if y'all need anything, aight?" He kissed her forehead, and she gave him a hug before calling for the girls to go to the garage with her.

Within a few minutes, Roman was left alone in the house-well, besides the dogs of course.

He had already texted Angel the plans for tonight, but he wouldn't be sending her an Uber until around eight, and it was only half past five. Since he had stopped by the store before he came home to get the stuff he needed, he didn't have anything else to do besides get ready.

To help the time pass a little quicker, Roman took himself a shower, and then laid down for a quick nap until it was time for Angel to come over.

Now ten minutes after eight, Roman was fixing the fort he had made in the theater room of his house, dressed in some cheesy-ass pajamas he'd found in the men's section at Walmart.

When he and Angel first started talking about things that they were interested in, she had told him she enjoyed nights in eating take-out and binge-watching her favorite series or an old Disney movie the most. So, why not do something like that to pop the big question?

The fort he built actually came out better than he'd expected. He had draped a thin white blanket over two out of eight of the movie chairs, and placed a thick duvet cover on the floor-like the kinds found on almost all hotel beds.

He also had some of the blankets his Nana had knitted for him in the past over the pillows for an extra layer of comfort. To top it off, he had a mini popcorn maker and a mini cotton candy maker plugged up in one of the corners of the fort.

There was also a box of hot pizza, mango habanero wings and cheesy breadsticks from Dominoes that had just arrived a couple of minutes ago, and Angel's Uber would be here any moment now. He had done a good job, if he did say so himself.

When his doorbell rung throughout the house, Roman headed downstairs to the front door, and was greeted by Angel-obviously-when he opened it. She was dressed in a pink satin pajama set, and the top was unbuttoned a little to show the laced bra she had underneath.

It was like she was purposely teasing him now that they'd had that conversation about sex. He wasn't about to act like she wasn't tempting either. Still, he would be keeping his hands to himself until she initiated something-or, he'd at least try.

"You look so handsome and these are sooo cute. Spider-Man? Really?" She tugged at the end of his button up shirt with a smile on her face, and he couldn't help but to laugh.

"I was looking for marvel or somethin'. This all they had." He chuckled, pulling her all the way inside.

"It looks good. And your house is huge, by the way. Was that a pond I seen in the front?" She looked up at him as she was wrapped up in a hug, placing her arms around his neck.

"A stone water fountain, actually." He kissed the side of her face, and she playfully rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Pick me up. It's time for our date, come on." She tugged on his neck, and he leaned over to grab underneath her thighs, hoisting her up against his body.

"It's so nice in here Roman. You were begging to come over my house yesterday like you don't live in a literal castle." She rubbed the back of his neck as he carried her upstairs with little effort.

"I just wanted to be with you. That ain't nothin' new." He shrugged, placing her on her feet once they'd made it to the theater room.

A big smile fell over her face at the sight in front of her-a koolaid smile, if you will. Even though a movie night in a fort could be seen as something so simple, it was Angel's literal dream for a date night.

Roman paid so much attention to her, and she knew it because she had only mentioned enjoying movie nights only once. Though it was such a small detail about her, the mere fact that he remembered it was enough to have her overwhelmed with happiness.

"Thank you baby. I love it." She wrapped her arms around his neck in another hug, a small but joyous pout on her face.

There was a smile on Roman's face as well, but not only from her hug. That was her first time calling him something other than his name. She only ever called him Roman-and though he loved the way his name sounded coming from her, he enjoyed the way 'baby' sounded too.

"I got you somethin' else. Hold on." He tapped her waist so that she let him go, and she took a step back, following his body with her eyes.

When he went inside the fort, Angel followed behind him, making herself comfortable against a mountain of pillows. The sheets on them were cold even through the fabric of her pajamas, causing her to basically melt against them.

Her eyes drifted back over to Roman, and she playfully rolled them at the sight of a large bouquet of flowers. She would turn into a pink puddle of love if he didn't stop. Everything he was doing was so new to her and she loved it so much.

"You are so sweet. I'll start crying soon if you don't stop." She pulled him down to sit next to her, and he smiled, giving her the flowers. The card from them purposely fell into her lap, so she picked it up and opened to see what it said.

Will you be my girlfriend? <3

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes." She tackled him in a hug without even hesitating, and he laughed as she left multiple kisses all over his face the way that he usually did to her.

"That was easier than I thought. You ain't even let me say my lil' speech." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You don't have to. I can feel it. I don't even need any words of assurance, though I wouldn't mind hearing them. You make me feel everything already."

"I'ma keep doing that as long as you let me." He moved her long layered hair out of her face, and she smiled, sitting up from leaning against his chest.

"Will you show me how to kiss you? Like a real kiss, please?" She now sat on her knees, and his eyebrows rose at her boldness.

"First the bra and now you wanna kiss? You drunk?" He used his finger to touch the lace material of her bra, causing her to look down.

"Oh, no. Shayla told me to wear this. I don't even like it 'cause it makes my boobs feel weird. Anyway, the kiss. I want a real one now, please. Or are you going to kiss my cheek forever?" She pulled him to sit up with her, and he laughed at how quickly she changed topics.

"Baby I'm serious. Stop laughing at me." She chuckled, putting a small pout on her face as she stared at him.

"Aight. You said a real one, what, with tongue or no tongue?" He held himself up on his hands that rested behind him, tilting his head towards the left.

"I can kiss with no tongue, obviously. Why would I need to learn that?" She tilted her head the opposite way, and he smiled.

"So give me one then." He continued to look at her without making a move. For a moment she second-guessed herself since she had never actually given a kiss even with no tongue, but how hard could it honestly be? It was just a surface touch.

So, she went for it.

Roman's considerably sized tattooed hand wrapped around her neck as soon as she pressed her lips up against his, causing her to let out a quiet breath at the feeling of her panties dampening.

When her lips parted to take that breath, Roman slowly guided his tongue between them while tightening the grip around her neck, making contact with the soft pink flesh in her mouth.

Surprising herself, Angel caught on quick. It was really hard to focus on the kiss though, due to the way her middle area continued to moisten from how Roman was touching her. His touch was soft yet firm at the same time.

"Shit, girl." He had to pull away from her to catch his breath, letting out an almost inaudible groan once she softly sucked on his bottom lip.

"Thank you. I liked that." She finally spoke again, placing her hand over his that was still wrapped around her neck.

"You wet?" He asked her, seeing the way her thighs were now clenched together.

"Yes." She answered with a softer tone, obviously nervous. She wanted to do something else but was too shy to ask, and didn't even know what to ask for.

"Do you want to do something else?" He followed up with another question, never removing his eyes from hers. His gaze was so intimidating and deep, she was afraid to look away.

"Yes but I'm scared and I'm not sure what I want to do-I mean, what I want you to do. What do you want?" She held his hand that was previously wrapped around her neck, her expression softening.

"Don't worry 'bout what I want. I told you it ain't about me." He said, and she didn't respond, but didn't break their eye contact either.

"Can you do it, please?" She asked moments later, hoping he knew what 'it' meant because she sure didn't.

"Give me a kiss." He leaned his head forward, letting her press her lips against his again. This time he laid her down on her back, and her breath hitched as his tongue slid deeper in her mouth.

She moaned in his once he sucked on the warm surface of her tongue, and though his dick was already hard, the sound of her moaning caused his shaft to throb in his boxers.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I'm not gon' do nothing that'll hurt." He told her, his voice much raspier than usual. Angel could feel her slit moisten even further, becoming uncomfortable against the fabric of her laced panties.

"Okay baby just hurry, please?" She nervously chewed the inside of her cheek, meeting his gaze again.

Roman lowered his hand until it passed through her underwear, and he tried not to groan once he touched her warmth with the tip of his fingers. He hadn't been this intimate with anyone in years and he hoped he still knew what he was doing.

He watched her mouth fall open when his thumb rubbed softly against her clit, pressing down with just a minimal amount of pressure to stimulate her further. The moans that followed let him know that he did indeed know what he was doing.

"When you start touchin' yourself for me, you gotta make sure to show yo' clit the most attention. You hear me?" He left gentle kisses on her neck, and Angel elevated her legs once they started to tremble.

"Yes. Don't move please. Oh my god, please." Her back arched from against the pillows, and Roman watched her squirm under his grip as her stomach tied up in a knot.

The heavy breaths mixed with moans that she let out made Roman realize that she was about to cum, so he rubbed in a circular motion a little quicker and his neck kisses turned into soft sucking.

"Roman!" She cried out at her very first release, grabbing his hand to stop him as her juices consistently flowed from her opening.

"Move yo' fucking hand." His gaze locked on hers, and she moaned louder than before while doing as told, feeling her legs shake more rapidly as her orgasm took over.

"You 'bouta cum again? Hm?" He hovered above her to have more access between her legs, and she nodded her head, trying to keep her eyes from rolling back.

"Can I take yo' pants off so I can watch?" He asked, and she hissed, unable to focus on answering him and releasing at the same time. She had never felt this way before.

"Yes baby just hurry." She said the same phrase from earlier, and he grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down along with her shorts.

As soon as her legs spread, Roman's gaze met her slit that was literally oozing with the creamy substance she leaked. By this time his dick was basically begging to be released from the entrapment of his boxers, and he was trying hard to control himself.

He lowered his head to between her thick thighs, kissing softly against her skin to tease his way to her core. The natural scent of her pussy made his mouth salivate, and for a moment he swore he was drooling.

Once his mouth came in contact with her slit, Angel's mouth fell open in utter surprise. Nobody had ever told her about anyone's mouth going down there. This was so foreign but it felt so good, she hoped he would never stop.

Hm, not half bad.