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Will Smith.
Your POV
"Damn, lil mama, you really uptight like that?" some nigga said and I rolled my eyes.
"Please leave me alone. I got a man," I told him.
"I don't see him," he said trying to still get at me.
"And?"
"That nigga must not know to keep his lady next to him. Especially if they this fine," he said and I groaned.
"Hey, baby. What are you doing? I thought you were meeting me at the table," I heard Will said behind me and pulled me to him.
"I thought you said the bar," I replied going along with it. He leaned down and kissed the fuck out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt his hands slowly go down to my ass. I allowed it, so the guy would leave me alone and because the kiss was kinda good. We pulled away and I wiped my lipstick off his lips. The guy had walked off making me chuckle a bit before pushing Will off of me.
"Don't you ever touch me like that again," I told him and he chuckled.
"You know you liked it," he whispered in my ear.
"Never said that," I told him reapplying my lipstick.
"If you say so, Y/N/N," he said holding his hand out for me to grab.
"Don't call me that," I said to him.
"Why not?" he asked holding me close to him as we walked to through the club.
"We're not friends," I told him and he nodded. We left the club and went to some restaurant.
"If we didn't need to promote this movie, I wouldn't be anywhere near you," I said to him and he rolled his eyes.
"Yet, you're holding my hand and letting me hold you," he said kissing my exposed shoulder as we waited for the hostess to come back to the front of the restaurant.
"We have a movie to promote, don't we?" I said to him as I looked up at him. We held eye contact and I looked away before he could lean on to kiss me again.
"Am I bringing you home or do you have a driver picking you up?" he asked him.
"You," I replied softly. He let me go, so I could follow behind the hostess to our table. Will pulled out my seat and I thanked him.
"Why do you act like this?" he asked me and I just stared at him.
"Why do you act like that?"
"Like what?"
"Nothing," I replied looking over the menu. I could feel his gaze upon me, but I ignored it. After dinner, he brought me home. The entire ride was awkward because we had gotten into an argument at the restaurant. I don't know what sparked it, but it escalated quickly. So we decided to leave.
When we got to my house, I just got out of the car without saying anything. I walked up to my house and put the key onto the door.
"Bye, Y/N," he yelled from the car and I flicked him off before going inside. I locked the door and kicked off my heels. I tied my silk pressed hair back into a ponytail and went upstairs to get in the shower. I put a satin scarf over my hair and washed the makeup off of my face. I showered and put on an oversized t-shirt that just so happened to be Willard's. There was knocking on my door followed by a yell of my name.
"I just wanna talk," Will said and I groaned. He lived down the street. I went to the door and opened it.
"Go home. It's late and I don't wanna talk to you. And stop yelling before these white people call the police on our asses," I told him and he looked at me.
"I shouldn't have said that you were acting like a bitch. I'm also sorry about what happened to your mom. I really didn't know," he said and I shrugged.
"It's cool. Go home," I told him as I tried closing the doors. Cliche enough, he put his foot in the door to stop it.
"Y/N, can you not be the cliche sitcom main character right now?" he asked.
"Me? Look at you. You're at my doorstep, yelling my name and begging for me to talk to you," I said laughing. He started laughing and I sighed.
"Will, go home. It's late. We can talk in the morning," I said and he frowned.
"But I wanna talk right now," he said stepping up to me. I looked up at him and he was already looking at me.
"It's late though," I told him and he closed the gap in between us.
"I just wanna talk," he said and I sighed.
"Last time we talked in my house, not many words were said besides 'fuck' and 'right there'," I told him and he was already leaning in. We kissed and he picked me up walking into my house. He mindlessly closed and locked the door going up the stairs.
