Love At First Sight
Meet Lylee, fresh faced and a talented head turner, numbing her way out of the after effects of a toxic relationship, she rebounds and remixes her way in and out of chaos, friendships, fallouts and the inevitable binds of lust an...
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I was waiting for him in the private bar, sat with my legs crossed as a tall white man stared at me from his seat across the room. We had been meaning to meet for a few days now, having had a few conversations go further than just flirting. He looked like he was significantly wealthy, and a familiar face. He called out to me, said my name and everything. " you're alone?" " yeah- waiting for my mentor-" " oh- so you're single?" " I never said all that-" our short talk ended as he walked in as soon as I said it, everyone staring in awe as he saw me and his security ushered him to the table. He looked uncomfortable, sitting down having faintly kissed me cheek, slowly looking at the man backing away from me and the table. We ordered drinks but ended up brining them with us.
" hey..." " lylee- let's go to the peninsula" it had a rooftop lounge in Manhattan and a damn sure better scene than the bar. " let's go-" he drove himself there, in a new Ferrari. I got into the luxury car, as he held my hand and protected my head. " good to see you Lylee and Drake, together again..."
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Paparazzi snapping up every second, plotting stories minute by minute before we sped off into the road. We were seated and drinking within 15 minutes, at our private booth on the rooftop. The sun had disappeared for the night but the heat was quaint, thick and noticeable. As was I now, a j and some cocktails in and happ to have his company. The lighting was low, dark enough to just see eachother and the bar and DJ in the distance. He sat across from me, just the round metal table between us As he smoker hookah and I watched. " so you want to make a album?" The smoke curling up out of his lips as he invited me to join him. " yeah, i am looking around for music, so I can write-" " you got it- I'll see who's working-" he was typing away at his phone for a while. Noticing I was staring at him, then I felt my phone vibrate from a notification. He had tagged me in a post, about the fact I wanted music and had a amazing voice and producers were flooding in.
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