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3. everyday

chapter 3: everyday

Playlist: everyday by a$ap rocky feat. miguel, rod steward, & mark ronson

Justice

everyday I spend my time...

Yellowish hues bouncing off the crystal covered chandelier glowing againist her skin. Her body filling out the dress I picked out perfectly. She oozed a confidence that I never seen within her. Just from my research, this wasn't normally her scenery. Normally her prey came right to her willing falling into her traps. Stepping in a room full of marks wasn't typical her thing

Drinking wine...

All eyes were on her. I was just here for convience because she was the star of the show.  She shined bright like the diamond she was. She smiled faintly at the watchful eyes. I could tell she was nervous just based on how clammy her hand was but she didn't show it though.

To the rest of this room, she was a confident women that they couldn't deny... they didn't know the half.

...feeling fine....

Ever since we had sex something changed about our dynamic. She seemed more open with me... but we both knew without either one of being open that this plan wouldn't work.

Maybe I was thinking too much into the whole thing, but I couldn't rationalize all the things that were happening around me. I could honestly say that she knew me better than anyone in my entire life. I wasn't sure if it was the same for her though. She was like a mystery I had to solve...

So I'm just...

Waiting here to find the sign...

She looked back at me smiling softly. That smile I had grown fond of. That same smile that I couldn't look away from. It's only been 2 weeks since our first interaction and it seems like she's changed my life ever since.

I need god to show me a sign. Give me a sign so I could gain control over these emotions. They would only get in the way of what I was trying to do. I knew I didn't mean anything but some stacks to her... it was imperative that I get over this shit...

That I can understand...

...but when she looked at me like that...

Yes I am...

With thoose pretty ass eyes and smile that almost was believable to be genuine.

Everyday...

It was hard not fall for her ass...

I spend my time...

I mean shit, look at her...

Drinking wine...

"You good?" She asked me turning towards me. I nodded slowly. She giggled.

Feeling fine...

"You look like you seen a ghost." Her hands running through my waves softly. She made sure to brush them in the right direction so she didn't fuck up my shit. Her hands drizzling down to my face rubbing on my cheek softly

Waiting here to find the sign...

"Get it together, because we need to give these people a show..." now that was a fake smile. It made me realize that the times we spent together weren't just for a check. That some of it she may have actually enjoyed.

That I should take it slow...

I was thinking too much into that shit.

Here I go...