ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

𝘐'𝘮 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴- 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴

Anticipation, longing, infatuation...more and no words all together could explain her need to see him.

Although she expressed her feelings and stress that came with being in the spotlight openly from time to time, she wasn't one of the celebrities who valued so much of her privacy that she almost wished she wasn't as successful as she was although she wouldn't be wrong for acting that way...she was thankful for what she had.

These days more than usual though, the glow, the bright smile, her nonchalant attitude towards the amount of pictures she had to take during award season and the release of her movie...it was suspicious but there was no way anyone could pin a damn finger or nail on what it was. To everyone including her dear fans, friends, and hell even some of her family, she was just happy with all the love she was receiving.

And oh man were they wrong in what kind of love she was receiving.

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She slipped into the black on black suv, camera flashes bounce off the truck after the door closes.

She specifically requested just her manager and the driver to make sure she got home which was usually the case but on these days she had to be sure. The secret to her happiness had to remain exactly that...a secret.

Her ride to her loft condo was peaceful and her manger informed her with a cheerful expression of the break she had worked hard for.

She thought it was more than perfect as she eagerly entered the nearly all white home, she couldn't wait to tell him.

Wasting no time, she jumped in the steamy shower, lathered in soap, gently shaved, thoroughly rinsed, and exited.

Taking extra care and time to moisturize was one of her many favorite things about coming home. The next was choosing her "accessible" outfit for the night....it was important that it didn't make anything take longer than it should.

Her choices always varied from velour or cotton jogging sets to large t shirts and biker shorts. The lingerie lingering under was the main attraction anyways. These clothing items were the last thing the public would think she would wear but in reality she never defined her style, she wore whatever she thought was the vibe for the day. These items are designated for the night.

He was the same way...he was her but without the unavoidable filter that came with fame. She truly was infatuated with idea and dynamic that was them. He made such a strong impression and he was just so calm and indifferent about the riskiness that came with the "predicament" they were in.

He made it worth the risk. And so, she put on a chocolate velour jogging suit and her gold anklet she was gifted by him, tied her long butterfly locs up, and grabbed her overnight bag.

Usually her driver would take her to the hotel but everyone is on break, including her whole staff. She would rather have it this way, driving her G Wagon designated for private affairs. It was only for her "safety" according to her dear manager but she had been to this hotel too many times to be scared. If she was gonna be caught, it would've happened already and at this point oh well if she does.

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The main receptionist had to have been completely out of it and tired at this time every day. She never remembered the face that showed quite frequently. Even with a mask on and different wigs or hairstyles from time to time, facial features never changed. Alas, she couldn't be any happier that she wasn't remembered by the receptionist. It allowed her to use a different name almost every time. She had a few on repeat that she's use in rotation if she couldn't think of a new name. Then and only then would the receptionist greet her with a "very nice to see you again, enjoy your stay" and an eye smile to go along with it.