Money. Sex. Power.
It ruled the world and Sasha Torres was going to feel every aspect of it. From the moment she is thrust into a world filled with all things desired, she is bound to what it feels like when three suitors come along and have her und...
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"Too bland."
"Too tight."
"Too ugly."
"Ugh, this isn't going right!"
Sasha plants butt-first on her bed in frustration as she tries to decide what to wear when meeting Taehyung today. As crazy as it may be but the way Sasha was going all about this meetup for coffee was far enough. Just considering how she got out of bed two hours earlier just to take into consideration her appearance since she was having coffee with someone who was interested in her.
Did she take an interest in Taehyung?
She would be lying if she said she was not. It was no lie that she was curious about someone like Taehyung. Aside from the arrogance he bestowed on himself along with that panty-dropping smirk and the way he spoke with such confidence; he still piqued her interest.
"Sasha, you're just going to meet the man for coffee, why are we stressing here?"
A quietness surrounds the brunette that made her whimper, stomping into place but pausing in motion as she thought about her neighbors living underneath. While huffing for the millionth time, Sasha drags her body over to the full-length mirror situated in the corner staring at herself with a grumpy expression.
"Sasha, you can do this." She repeats the mantra five times before blowing a curly tendril away from her vision. "It's just coffee, dammit."
"And what are you whining about?"
The young woman becomes startled as Jennifer's body comes into view; leaning on the door frame of Sasha's bedroom, giggling at the frightened expression on her roommate's face.
"T-Trying to find an outfit?"
"Outfit for..."
"I'm going to have coffee with someone and I don't know what to wear."
Jennifer's curiosity suddenly piques, stepping into the room and looking around at the mass of clothing, "This must be someone you like because clearly, you want to look that damn good for him...or her."
"A guy actually." Sasha corrects her. "...but yes, he wants to have coffee with me but for the past thirty minutes I have been in a cloud of confusion on what to wear."
"Skin or no skin?"
"What?"
"How much skin do you want to show?"
Sasha gawks, "I am...not trying to put myself out there to look desperate for the man." Her hands go to the fullness of her hips with a quirk brow.
This makes the blonde giggle, "Sasha, please relax. I am not saying to wear a thong outside but to feel comfortable in your own skin." She walks over looking around at the pile of clothes on the anxious woman's bed. "How are you doing your hair?"
