^^^ New year and I need some more friends! Add me and hit me up of course!
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Temah Amoah's POV

I wake up with Douglas' full weight on top of me, his face in my neck and his large arms wrapped firmly around my hips.

Christmas was fun!

I met all of his family members and they're all super nice and friendly.

A couple of suspect aunties and uncles but they have those in every family.

I kissed Douglas more times than I can count and in the end he decided to haul me away for yet another 'Christmas present'.

As of right now, we're both completely bare, the only thing with the large quilt the only thing covering us up.

"Baby, get up" I mutter into his ear.

His grip tightens.

"No. Go back to sleep." he groans, snuggling into me some more.

I giggle.

"Doug, we have a whole day ahead of us" I remind him.

"It's a Saturday Tems. And Saturdays are for rest." He tells me.

I chuckle.

"But don't you want breakfast?" I ask.

He sighs.

"Shush, or I'm gonna eat what's in front of me" he says and I immediately catch the hidden meaning.

"Douglas, you're a nymphomaniac" I tell him with a giggle.

"Ouu, big words!" He teases.

I laugh.

"Baby, I'm serious! You couldn't last two weeks without sex" I challenge.

"Want to make a bet?" He asks, the competitive nature in him rearing it's ugly head.

I giggle.

"And when I win?" I ask.

"If you win, I'll give you anything you want, when you want for a month" he shrugs.

I nod, excitedly.

He will never win.

"And if you were to supposedly win?" I ask.

He chuckles and looks into my eyes with a smirk.

"You know what I want" he says.

I roll my eyes and giggle again.

"See? You're addicted to sex!" I chuckle.

He shrugs his broad shoulders.

"I'm not denying it" he responds.
I sigh at him.

"Rules?" He asked me.

I think for a minute.

"Okay. If you surrender, you lose. If you let asking for it slip, you lose" I say.

He chuckles.

"What's funny?" I ask, folding my arms across my bare chest.

"The fact that you think you're going to win" my boyfriend shrugs, getting up, his naked muscular body of full display.

I let my eyes run across the sight, before looking away.

Focus Temah!

We need to find a way to make this as difficult for him as possible.

Make him beg!

"Want to make this even more difficult?" He asks, cutting through my thoughts.

I giggle.

"I'm listening" I say.

He sits next to me, opens the draw on his side of the bed and takes out a small box.

What is that?

He hands it to me.

"Open it"

I do as he says and my eyes widen to the size of saucers, when I see what's inside.

A key.

A very familiar looking key.

Is this his house key?!

"Douglas!" I gasp.

He smiles at me somewhat shyly.

"I wanted to ask you for a while but I always chicken out" he says with a soft chuckle.

"What are you try to say?" I ask.

"I'm asking if you would like to move in with me, Temah. I love you. You love me and one day when we're ready, I'm going to make you my wife" he tells me, holding my hands.

I smile at him a little.

'Temah Coleman' I daydream.

It sounds good.

"What do you think?" He asks nervously.

I nod, not even trying to hide my emotions.

A lot of things are moving through my mind at this point.

He leans towards me and gives me a soft peck, before pulling away.

"I want to keep my house though" I tell him.

He nods understandingly.

"I understand. You may need your space from time to time... but I'm just happy you said yes" he tells me with a huge grin on his face.

He kisses me again and again.

We then get up and take turns showering, before we head out.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Well it's New Years Eve... And it's our last night in England. I want to make it special" he tells me, taking my hand.

I entwine our fingers together.

"Okay what's first?" I ask him.

"Breakfast at my parents' house" he informs me.

"I'm underdressed!" I exclaimed.

He chuckles.

"I can assure you, that my dad will be in a trackie and holed up socks, my mum will be in a messy apron, Amina in her oversized jumpers and Bryce looking damn near homeless" Douglas laughs.

I laugh with him at his abrupt detail of his family members.

He opens the passenger door to his matte blue BMW, letting me sit inside.

He sits inside and after we put our seatbelts on, he starts the car.

The engine immediately roars to life, the seat heater spreading warmth through my body.

He takes my hand, eyes still on the road.

"So are you ready to lose our bet?" He asks, with a smirk.

I chuckle.

"The question is, are you ready for me to win?" I ask cheekily.

He just laughs and I take the time to admire my boyfriend.

His concentration glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, his perfect lips turned up into a smug grin, his strong jaw, more evident in the daylight.

Wow.

"Take a picture, it will last longer" he says, laughing at me.

"Stop ittt!" I say, hiding my face.

"No, I'm serious! When you're done eye-fucking me, you can take a picture!" He says laughing at me.

"Focus on the road, Casanova" I tell him.

He laughs and does as I ask.

We soon arrive at his parents' house and I skip out of the car, ready to see Clara, his mother.

Not having much of a mother in my life, hit me more than I anticipated.

And no questions asked, she treats me like so much of a daughter.

I hear Douglas laughing in the background and I ignore him.

Hater!

Clara flings the door open.

"Temah!" She exclaims.

I squeal matching her energy and we hug.

"Well hello to you also, mother dearest" Douglas says sarcastically, the lack of attention on him making him agitated.

She rolls her eyes at her second son.

"Boy if you don't pull yourself together, like I don't see your clingy ass every day of my gotdamn life!" She says, hands akimbo.

Like Douglas predicted, she is in a mustard yellow apron, flour in her hair and on her face and her hands a little messy.

Douglas pouts.

"You don't mean that" he insists.

She kisses her teeth and then grins widely.

"Of course not, you big baby, now come inside before you freeze" she says hugging him to her.

He leans down, his whole 6 foot plus stature towering over his mother to hug her and kiss her cheek.

Momma's boy.

I giggle softly to myself as I walk into the house and Douglas winks at me.

I look away, flushing.

"Come help me in the kitchen" Clara tells me.

I nod eagerly.

"Douglas, you too" she says, roping him in.

"Alright I'll be there. Let me just check the heating" Douglas says.

Clara waves him off.

Douglas waits until I turn away and then he lands a firm slap to my ass.

I scowl at him.

He winks at me and I turn away from him.

"Game" he yells.

I stick my middle finger up at him.

"Game" I respond.

I walk into the kitchen to see Bryce and Crystal flirting with each other heavily and Amina and Kori, looking.... cozy.

His arm is around her shoulders and he's telling her something in her ear that makes her blush and giggle.

I wonder what happened in between now and previously.

I wash my hands and get to work peeling and chopping things up.

I have my back to everyone else as I continue and after a while, I get comfortable.

I'm about to turn and pour some of the vegetables into a pan, when a familiar body presses into me.

I stifle a gasp.

Douglas.

"Let me help" he says to me in my ear.

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him, my ass rubbing against his hips.

I grab his wrist and give him a warning look.

"I'm not losing" I tell him with a smile.

"We'll see" he responds, kissing my weak spot behind my ear.

This is gonna be harder that I anticipated.

But I refuse to lose.
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Hey all!

First of all, Happy New Year, darlings! You've all made this year amazing.

I pray that God improves your new year more than the last and that you blossom well.

And what did everyone think of this one?

Who do you will think will win the bet?

Team Douglas or Team Temah? And why?

Tell me in the comments and don't forget to vote.