Next Day.

Imani laid awake, currently almost nine at night, and she sat there trying to fight her sleep.

Saint had been gone since early noon, and she'd kept herself busy today, running a few errands, chilling at the center, and then she came back and made dinner-yet Saint still wasn't back.

She had the cover over her shoulders, the room cold, and a body pillow on her side that smelled just like Saint, forcing herself to keep her eyes open.

She was so sleepy even though it was early, but she literally wouldn't be comfortable unless Saint was holding her, so she had to wait until he came home.

Her phone buzzed for the umpteenth time, which she didn't understand how since she'd silenced the notifications from Instagram. Saint's weird fans had finally found her, and they were annoying.

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theshaderoom : #TSRTattz: Roomies, do you recall #SaintEast, CEO of East and Co, going live a few days ago, stating that he was getting his 'baby's face tattooed'? Well, a few Roommates have caught closer glimpses of the tattoo, and his 'baby' seems to be the face of #ImaniJae! The two allegedly just passed their six month anniversary! Thoughts?!
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When Saint told her he was getting her tattooed, she figured he meant maybe her name, or even a symbol that referred to her. What she didn't know was, Saint had gotten her entire face tattooed on his side, big and bold.

The tattoo looked just like her, it was nicely drawn and shaded in, it looked like a portrait. She loved the tattoo, she was just mind blown that he really had it.

Her Instagram page had literally blow up over a few hours, and her normal 45,000 follower count jumped to over half a million. She didn't like the attention, at all.

Her eyes lazily fluttered closed, and she began to doze off, when she heard the alarm system alert that Saint was walking up the pathway to the door, making her eyes immediately open.

A few seconds later, she could hear Saint walking in the room, pulling his suit jacket off of his body, throwing it into the hamper.

She kept herself awake, listening to him take a shower, unusually quiet. She could tell that was he irritated about something, but she didn't want to push his buttons further by asking about it.

About fifteen minutes later, his now dry body pulled the cover up, climbing in the bed behind her, kissing her shoulder.

"Did you eat?" She mumbled, placing her hand over his that now rested between her legs.

"No. I will tomorrow. I'm sorry I'm home late," His deep voice rasped, "I was in Jersey doing construction plans for a new center."

He was telling the truth about where he'd been-out the state for most of the day. And almost everything had him aggravated from the news he'd learned yesterday.

"It's alright, I understand." She brushed it off, used to it at this point. Though it hurt her feelings a bit, she knew that he was a busy man, and had things to handle.

"I missed you." He told her, grazing his fingers his fingers over her slit, and she turned to lay on her stomach, her head now facing him.

His eyes were low and a tint of red as they stared into hers, a natural mug resting on his face. She ran her fingers through his beard, pecking his lips.

"Show me." She mumbled, and without hesitation, Saint climbed behind her, pulling her up into an arch, ready to release the pent up frustration in his body.

He grabbed his dick, rubbing it down her slit, watching as she immediately became wet, her bottom lip between her teeth as she waited on him.

He held her waist, pushing inside of her, and she whimpered, listening to him groan at the warmth that he loved so much.

"You gone open up or I gotta do this shit for you?" He grunted, leaning over to speak in her ear, and she placed a pout on her face.

"Baby I can't. You're t-." She started, before crying out once he slammed his full length into her opening, making her immediately clench around him.

"You can't do it huh? I gotta handle this shit Imani?" He grunted, thrusting his hips hard into hers, wrapping his hand around her neck from behind.

"Fuckkkkk!" She attempted to pull from his grip, but he locked her in place, positioning himself so that his dick poked directly at her spot.

"Mhm. Daddy got you." He reached around, rubbing against her clit as her body began to tremble in his grip.

"Saint! Oh fuckkk, shit baby slow down please." She whimpered, gasping as the grip on her neck tightened.

"Nah. You said show you so I'm about to. Move yo fucking hand, you know I don't play that." He grunted, grabbing her right hand and holding it behind her back.

Imani's body jerked with each rough stroke he sent to her lower half, his dick sliding in and out of her warmth with ease due to her lubricant.

"Oh my god you feel so g-oh fuck." She moaned, her eyes rolling back as he dug deeper, something that she didn't think was possible.

"Take it. Don't run from me Imani. Take it." He repeated, bring his hand down hard on her ass each time he said it, watching his handprint welt on her skin.

"Saint! Please cum. Oh my god can you cum please?" She begged, unable to take the amount of pleasure that he was giving to her.

"No. Shut that shit up." He wrapped both of his hands around her face to cover her mouth, fucking her harder as her muffled screams became louder.

"You wanna be good for me? Hm? You a good girl Imani?" He let out deep low groan, and her eyes rolled back, her body trembling.

"Yes." She whimpered, trying to hold the knot in her stomach, feeling his strokes become sloppy.

"So take it. I want you to cum for me. Cum on daddy dick." He slowed his pace down, and just as she relaxed, he sped all the way back up, holding her body as he slammed hard, at a fast pace.

"Fuck! I'm cumming! Saint, can I cum? Mmm, fuck baby answer me," She cried, trying not to cum as her body jerked from his strokes.

"Yes." He granted her permission, and on cue, she let out a few moans, squirting around his length as he groaned.

"Fuckkkk. Mm, fuck!" He groaned, slowing down as his nut released inside of her, filling her walls with his cream.

"Oh my god." She panted, falling from her arch, trying to catch her breath as the side of her face rested on the bed.

"Mmm, I fucking love you." He moaned under his breath as he slid out of her, laying next to her, his eyes closing,

"I love you too Saint." She mumbled, his thumb rubbing against her skin as he dozed off, asleep within seconds.

Imani gained some strength, turning over to lay on her back, chuckling as Saint snored lightly, already in a deep sleep.

She rose from the bed, limping to the bathroom to clean herself off, then cleaned him off next, before grabbing her phone.

She locked herself in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet to pee as she called Spider, her leg bouncing.

"Wassup?" He answered on the first ring, and she ran her hand down her face.

"He knows P." She mumbled, turning the water on to add more noise to the bathroom.

"What?" He frowned, caught off guard.

"Pierre he knows. Like he knows. I don't know how much, but he knows something. You have to leave." She told him, hearing shuffling on his end.

"I'm not leaving without you or Zo. What happened? Did you tell him something?" He asked, confused.

"No. No, his assistant gave him a file about you. I don't know where she'd even find anything on you I literally cleared every single thing there is to know." She sighed, lowkey panicking, trying not to show it.

"Aight baby calm down. Listen, 502 HM?" He questioned in code, in case their line was ever tapped.

"I can't Pierre. If I leave, he'll know for sure that something's up. He'll kill you. You have to go, like now. I think he already has something planned." She mumbled, fanning her face so that she didn't cry. She would soon have a panic attack if she didn't calm herself down.

"Imani I'm not about to leave without you. Stick to the plan, I'm fine. Okay? I'm okay. I'm not even in the city right now." He told her, and she nodded, sniffing.

"No, even when you come back-I can't go with you Pierre. I-I love him. Like foreal." She covered her face, sighing.

"What? Damnit Imani. Knew we should've sent Zo man. Imani you have to stick to the plan, do you hear me?" He softened his tone, and she shook her head, though he couldn't see her.

"Ok. You're right, I'm sorry. I'm good." She sniffed again, getting herself together, wiping her lower half, before flushing the toilet.

"Meet us tomorrow. The usual spot." He told her, and she hummed in a positive response.

"I love you. Stay safe please." She said, washing her hands at the sink.

"I love you more. I will." She heard him blow a kiss through the phone, and she laughed, returning it, and then they hung up.

She walked out of the bathroom after turning the shower off, plugging her phone up on the charger, and then laying next to Saint.

She pulled his heavy body over so that he held her, and his arms locked around her waist, his face burying into her neck.

"I love you." He rasped, and she rubbed his scalp, sighing to herself.

"I love you too baby."

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