Sweet Girl (BWWM)

Chapter Two

Iyesha Arden

My thoughts were everywhere as a tried my hardest to find an outfit to wear out to this "date" which I was practically forced to go on. I had many clothes but no outfits— if that made sense.

"Black, you can never go wrong with black."
I heard my mother's voice in the back of my head. She was right, my mother was always right.

Shuffling through the tons of clothes in my closet I pulled out a spaghetti strap satin black gown, I didn't really know how to dress. Fancy, causal, dressed down. "Where does a mob men take you on a date? " was a question I never thought I would have to ask myself.

Along with the dress I took out a plain black shawl to wrap around my arms, it was a little chilly in Philly tonight. I shimmied in the dress, it fit a little snug, but it flattered my curves. I placed my robe back over my body before checking the clock. 7:00, good lord I was running late.

"Something simple gal."
I mumbled to myself and sat down to fix up my face. My braids were already styled in a nice updo. I primed my face and placed concealer where I needed it the most, a bit of highlight, lashes, and a smokey eye. 20 minutes tops.

I traced my full lips with the brown lip pencil before applying a clear gloss. I hurried to take off my robe and toss on my pumps before placing my essentials in my Steve Madden clutch. 7:45, I head a knock on my front door— which left me startled. I got up fo answer the front door, I peeped into the peep hole and rolled my eyes at Santo standing at my door.

I pulled the door open, and there he stood taking in my appearance, leaving me to do the same to him. A three piece black suit graced his tall frame, normal for a made man— but he looked so good to me. He was like the piece of candy your mother told you not to eat. So sinful.

He smirked as he watched me eye him.
"Enjoying the view?"
I stopped eyeing him— embarrassed.

"Anyways, how did you get my address? And you're early!"
I soon remember who I was talking to. Maybe not such a good idea to raise my voice.

He cocked an eyebrow, his face now expression less.
"You have so much to learn. "
He stepped on the threshold and into my apartment.

I ignored him and turned to walk back into my room, but his hand ever so gently grabbed mine and pulled me back to face him.

He lazily looked into my eyes.
"You look so beautiful."
He hummed and used a hand to grab my chin— softly.

My eyes did not meet his, my cheeks would be bright red if I were white.
"I could kiss you right now, but you're wearing gloss."
I almost said just do it.

I guess his mind told him it didn't matter because as I moved look up at him, his lips made contact with mine. His lips were so soft and I melted into the kiss. He dominated the kiss, and his grip on my face became stronger, but it didn't hurt.

I moaned into the kiss and he pulled away, my lips were now swollen. I couldn't even remember the last time a man had kissed me. Probably high school. Being a 22 year old business owner doesn't really give me much time to kiss anyone for a matter of fact.

"Getting excited are we?"
He laughed and all I could do was blush, I rushed to grab my shall and wrapped it around my body before grabbing my clutch and taking Santo's hand. We made it to his car and I attempted to open my own door, but he quickly removed my hand from the handle.

"When you're in my presence— you will never open a door. Understand?"
I nodded, but it wasn't good enough for him.

"Words."
He demanded.