Warning: Mature audiences only.
"I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin...
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Nevaeh's POV
Location: The mall
"What about this?" I say as I walk out of the dressing room, wearing a see-through tan dress with a white bodysuit underneath it and some cream heels.
"Ma, what the hell do you got on?" Ezekiel asks, looking at me sideways with a scrunched-up facial expression.
"What's wrong with it?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"Men don't go to the damn strip club to look at girls fully dressed," Ezekiel says, rubbing his temple. "Ma, you gonna need to find something that has a whole lot less material," he adds playfully, looking me up and down.
"See, this is why I need a new partner," I say, pretending to pout.
"You just mad that my ass is gonna tell your fine ass the truth," Ezekiel says, grinning. "Now go put on something that's more sexy, tight-fitting, and looks more like lingerie. That's what us men wanna see," he continues as I walk back to the fitting room. "And make it quick, because I'm hungry," Ezekiel says, smacking his teeth.
Stripping out of my clothes, I decide to put on the last outfit I had selected before coming into the dressing room. Seamlessly, I put on a very revealing, fiery red lace bra and thong set, with some tall, red, eight-inch heels.
Admiring myself one last time in the mirror, I walk out of the dressing room and am surprised to see two sets of eyes examining my every move.
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Vontavious (Vontae)
"Damn, ma, now that's what the niggas at the strip club pay to see," Ezekiel says, his eyes slowly wandering over my every curve.
"You look good, ma," the light-skinned male beside Ezekiel says, grinning.
"I'm Vontae, by the way, and you are?" the stranger says, licking his plush pink lips and patiently waiting for my response.
"I'm Neva—" is all I can manage to say before Ezekiel speaks up and cuts me off.
"This the girl I was talking to you about, Nevaeh," Ezekiel says, turning and dapping up Vontae.
