Biracial

Chapter 37:

Excuse my mistakes.

Skipping Wednesday, just because.

Friday evening.

Asia.

You're a goddess in the bedroom
Devil in them skintights
Drug that, I'm hooked to
But it's ok, I'll be alright

Tried my best to please you
Show you what it means to
Be a victim of love
So turn on that red light, Oh
Turn on that red light
Ooh, eh

I sang along to Songs on 12 Play as I straightened my hair. I was getting near the top when I became indecisive.

"Em, Ya! Come here." Ya walked in first with her hair twisted up in flexi rods. Em came in moments later with her hair in its naturally wild, curly state.

"Wassup Gump?" I stale faced Ya then proceeded to ask my question.

"Side part or middle?"

"Middle."

"Middle, now hurry up. We ain't got all day."

"Get out, Ayana." I fanned her off and they walked out.

I finished my hair and makeup, then dug my pumps out of my closet.

"Some of this shit needs to go." I groaned, running my fingers through my hair. I pulled my romper off of its hanger and held it up to my body as I looked in the mirror. "I'm so damn short."

"Yes, you are." I looked towards the door.

"Naw. You just tall as shit." I smiled and he laughed. "Help me, pwease." I poked out my lip.

He walked into the room completely and closed the door. Rashad stood behind me in the mirror with his left hand on my waist. I moved my hair to the side, allowing him to pull on the collar of my robe and pull it down.

Leave it to Shad to be extra and pull it slow and seductive. He started kissing my neck, and I swear my knees were about to go out.

The whole time, we never broke eye contact. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and kissed me like it would've been his last time. Had me stuck.

"Asia, you have twenty minutes then we gotta go." Em knocked on my door. I pulled back and told her okay.

Shad helped me into my outfit, and put my necklace on. I had put my gold studs in and a few rings, and the gold charm bracelet I got for my 10th birthday.

It's usually the only thing I wear around my wrist, otherwise it's just bare.

I slipped into my heels and felt like I had made it somewhere in life since I was taller than usual.

He had on a black shirt, black pants, black dress shoes and his birthday Rolex adorned his wrist.

"You wanna be me so bad." He chuckled. I waved him off and wiped the lipstick smudges from his lips, then fixed my own.

I combed through my hair a final time, then grabbed my clutch and the rest of my belongings.

"You ready? And where is your sling?"

"It's downstairs and yes I'm ready." I latched arms with him, and he lead me downstairs.

Emery was taking Xavier, and Nathan was taking his long time, on again–off again girlfriend, Emilia. I guess they're on right now.