"Alright boo, I don't want to hear another word about Neymar alright?"
"Not another word." I said smiling at her.
"Wellll maybe since you don't wanna talk about your drama let me talk about mine."
"SPILL."
"First we need our supplies: clay masks, nail polish, razors, body scrubs, eye masks, the whole shabang bitch."
"And where are we getting all that?" I asked.
"My closet, obviously." She said rolling her eyes and walking down the hallway. She stopped midway and turned around.
"Well are you coming?" I got up and followed her down the hallway.
"SO. I have aztec clay orrrr charcoal what are we feeling?"
"The aztec obv."
"Your right, this shit got me through some rough acne." She said holding it.
"Wait-" I said running to her kitchen, I opened one of her drawers and smiled.
"I knew you'd have them." I grabbed a plastic bag out of many.
I ran back down her hallway and showed her the bag.
"Genius." She said.
"Your closet is like a fucking store, might as well go shopping."
She dropped the clay mask in the bag and continued.
"Alright now, favorite color."
"Red."
"Red nails, ooh I like it." She said putting the polish in the bad.
"Razors and shaving cream cause my legs are hairy as shit girl."
"Bitch so are mine." We said laughing.
"Now, this is probably the most important part. What are we tryna smell like after?"
"Fruity or rich?"
"I'm feeling rich."
"Coconut, caramel, or vanilla?" She said pointing at each scent.
"Not caramel."
"Good call, but now who get's vanilla who get's coconut?"
"I want vanilla."
"Vanilla it is." She said putting the body scrubs, soaps, and perfumes in the bag.
"Now, eyebags."
"Gold or charcoal." I pondered.
"Mmm, I say we go gold babe."
"Mmm, then were going gold."
"Oh um before I forget, I have literally no underwear on."
"Oh. My. God."
"He did the damn thing, and I know he did it well."
"Mmm-" I said biting my lip, remembering our night.
"AHHH BITCH-"
"Stoooooop."
"You got it bad."
"Ion got nothing bad, there's a lot to figure out."
"Well, how can you if you have no panties?"
"Shut upppp." She ran down the hall and went to grab me some underwear, and I couldn't help but remember it. To remember the desire, the passion we both had. I craved it. But I couldn't.
She came back with my underwear and I quickly slipped them on.
"Come with me darling." She said grabbing my hand and bringing me to the living room.
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Ex~ w/ Neymar jr
RomanceJayla just wanted to do her job as a hiring agent and live life, until a famous ex of hers is reintroduced to her life. Will his poisonous words coax her back into there lost love? Or was he really in the past?
