So the reality show was a go.

Not only that but they started filming immediately. They wanted to catch every moment of the new young couple, especially their house hunting. Riyah and he went to a dozen or so houses in a few short days. It was maddening to him.

It was wild to have cameras following his every move. It was kind of like they had to overact and exaggerate every moment of their life to make it more exciting. Reality television was not reality he quickly learned.

"Oh, I love this house!" Riyah gushed as she walked around the living room of a nice, grand house in Beverly Hills that looked like something from TV.

"This is the fourteenth house we've seen and you say this about them all."

"Because this is a nice house! I love it! And it's close to everything. I can shop Rodeo Drive every day." Royal touched everything, the walls, the sofas, the curtains, the art on the walls, even testing every light switch.

"Babe?" He would have thought Riyah was used to living a life in luxury. It was all new to him.

Tone looked around the gorgeously staged house with designer furniture he could not afford. Everything was cream and tan, with lots of faux furs and textures. The living room space, if that was what the rich called it, was just about as big as his whole house in Springfield. It had a great view of their private backyard with a swimming pool and hot tub.

The kitchen was professional style with two stoves, and large walk-in refrigerator, and a pantry that was the size of his bedroom and home, and complete with a bare area. The dining room had a table for eight, huge and too big for what they needed, unless they would host lots of dinner parties.

There was an office space on the first floor as well with two side-by-side desks, a built-in the-wall bookcase, and facing a fantastic outside view. It would have been better if it was a music studio.

There was a spare bedroom on the first floor as well. Again, bigger than any room he ever had.

Upstairs there were three bedrooms, but it was the master bedroom that had him sold. Sunken down space wear the extra-large king-sized bed sat. The view was like a picture to him, he could stare out the wall-sized windows all day.

The selling point for them both was double walk-in closets, his and hers, both with their own bathroom. It was what sold both of them and he knew they would make an offer.

Now he felt like the lifestyle of the rich and famous.

How did a young twenty-one-year-old, country boy from Springfield, Missouri, get to buy his first house in the likes of Beverly Hills? And with his very rich and successful girlfriend, he had only known for a few weeks

He knew it was rushed, and he did not care. This was the real deal he was feeling with Riyah.

Or maybe it wasn't.

He was still getting over Nola when he met Riyah, feeling alone and miserable. She came at the right time, almost like magic. There he was in a bar wishing for someone and she came as if it was meant to be.

At first he just wanted to smash. Now he fell for her hard. This was the relationship he wanted with Nola.

Within days they closed on the house and they were able to include all of the staged furniture in the place. They were able to use the advance for the reality show to get to the place that fast.

It was not uncommon in the L.A. area to close on properties that quickly. Once you had a show linked to you, things moved pretty quickly. He barely had time to tell anyone about buying the house by the time they moved in.

The camera crew set up cameras in all their rooms and he knew things would never be the same.

"We did this!" Riyah said as they walked into the house on their first day there. "This is my first house as well Tone. I can't believe I am sharing it with you."

He pulled her in his arms. "I can. It was meant to be."

"What's the first thing you want to do in our place?"

He smiled at her and licked his lips. Their sex life was popping. Riyah was a beast in bed and he liked it. She was a take-charge woman, went for what she liked, demanded things to try, and went all out. She taught him a couple of things.

He looked at the camera, which they were not supposed to do.

"Can we get some uh...alone time. We gotta baptize this place...in every room."

The production crew did not like to pause production, but everything did not need to be on camera. Bad enough that they had cameras in the bedroom, but they promised not to release any of the scenes they did not want out there.

"Sex sells," the director said to them.

"We will give them just enough...not everything," Riyah whispered to him.

And it was like she was acting out a scene with him as she went through the motions of instigating sex with him. Riyah pulled at his shirt till he finally pulled off his shirt. She rubbed her hands all over his muscular, tatted chest.

Then she licked him, from down under his angel to up his neck. The girl was freaky as hell. All he could muster was to stand there and let Riyah do her thing. Her hand slipped into his pants as she smiled at him.

And of it was all caught on camera.

Once her clothes started to come off, he put an end to the camera crew and took things to their bedroom.

Then they moved things to the living room.

And sex in the kitchen.

Back to the bedroom, they had to see how large the walk-in closets were. Both of them were quite roomy for sex.

"Now what?" he said to an exhausted Riyah as they lay naked in bed, but under covers. Cameras filmed everything but most of their sex would be edited out.

"Shower? Feed me!"

He was no chef, but in that kitchen, he was going to learn to be. He made spaghetti with turkey meat sauce, garlic bread, and a tossed salad.

They ate it outside by the pool, looking out at the stars.

Bright and early the next morning, the production crew was back there and filming when he woke up in bed. Alone. Riyah was not there.

He stepped out of bed to search for Riyah, then heard noises coming from the bathroom.

"Riyah?"

He opened the door and found her hovering over the toilet, face in it throwing up. He rushed over to her side.

"Babe? What's wrong? You okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

"No." He moved her hair from going into the toilet bowl. "Did my food poison you last night? I'm sorry."

"No," she said with a chuckle. She grabbed some tissue to wipe her mouth. "I think I am pregnant."

A/N: Tone!🤦🏾‍♀️Is this boy getting over his head? Like, are things going too fast? Realize thus, it's only been a few months post-breakup with Nola, who he claimed to be in love with.