He stood in the VIP lounge of the club, sipping spiced rum and looking down at the patrons below. He easily spotted the very attractive female that he saw earlier.
God, the way she danced.
Whether she was aware of it or not, all eyes were on her, including his. His gut tightened when he saw the lust filled gazes of the men and even women.
She never missed a step. He knew in those moments, he could watch her for hours without tire.
Hours flew by, he forgot about his drink, eyes greedily drinking in her movements, every sway, every grind. Eventually she was approached by many, some tried to approach from behind, all left disappointed or angry.
Some time later she attached herself to the bar. Dureen decided that it was time for him to make an appearance...
Carlette felt good. She'd managed not only to forget about yesterday, but enjoy herself tonight as well. The only thing she didn't manage to achieve was a lay for the night.
Who needs a piece of trash anyway.
Right. It didn't matter anymore right?
She ordered her drink, paid and nursed it.
Whatever. She'd finish her drink and then head out for a bite.
Just as she was halfway through she heard someone clear their throat, she put down her drink, covered the opening with her hands and spun..... And came face to chest with a fine ass piece of meat in a suit.
Fine was not accurate enough.
The man was devastatingly handsome.
Looks like she was about to get lucky after all.
Didn't you just say they were trash?
Well this trash was about to get recycled.
"Are you in a rush?"
God damn.
Who the fuck sent this fucking craft of crafts with the deep ass baritone?
Probably used it a lot to get to the ladies.
"Who wants to know?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"I do."
"Well, whoever you are, if you must know, yes I was just about to grab a bite."
"Please, allow me to buy you a drink before you leave."
"Sorry chap_" she lifted her glass "_ I've already got a drink."
She took a sip for good measure.
His eyes were honey brown; skin the color of toast golden to perfection, full, pink lips caught her line of vision.
And the bod. Oh Lord.
He was hard. His suit did little to hide his physique. He wasn't muscular like a bodybuilder, however he was small either. Probably around 6'3 as compared to her 5'10 (without heels).
His hair was short, curly and black. Facial hair, too low to be called a beard, trimmed neatly, added an extra err.... What's the word.. ahh charm to his image.
All in all he looked expensive.
And hot.
Carlette, you know better than anyone else that though someone might look expensive, they ass be broke as fuck. Don't judge to rashly now
"Can I at least get a name? Someone as gorgeous as you must have an equally gorgeous name."
"My name is None of your Business."
"Rather long name ain't it?"
She shrugged, "so?"
His lips quirked. "Candy."
"Huh?"
"I'll call you Candy. Since you definitely look the part."
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That Girl
FantasyCarlette had a normal life.... well as normal and getting cheated on could get. That was until a handsome stranger ran into her, after that; everything went downhill from there... How was that even possible? What could be worse than getting chea...
