a/n: mirrors by justin timberlake inspired this chapter.. really this whole book
it was about 11 at night and i was about to go for a drive, just to get out of the house.
"daddy i'm bout to go for a drive."
"okay baby, be safe. keep ya doors locked." he waved as i headed towards the door.
after safely getting out of the gated neighborhood my mom lived in, i was in the city driving while partynextdoor blasted through my speakers
the city was beautiful at night, i had a sew in installed by yours truly and decided to let my hair flow with the wind
"yk, party always gets me in that mood. i think i know who we should call!"
"mmmmm her stubborn ass not gone call em"
ever since i had sex with j, two years ago, i would naturally get in the mood and start reminiscing
before i could think about it too much, i pulled into a well lit empty parking lot.
"smoke now or smoke with j.." i asked myself.
"OHAJÎ OHAJÎ"
"THIRD LEG MAN!!!!"
i laughed and pulled my phone out shooting him a text
j🏳️🌈:
match?
read 11:17 PM
stop texting me like a nigga tari
yes or no monkey
read 11:18 PM
c'mon
he quickly sent me his location and i smiled heading that way.
once i got there i noticed he lived in a different apartment complex, a much more fancier one
"okay big money" i mumbled parking next to his car
i entered the building going into the elevator and pushed '11' since he lived way at the top
waiting till it got to the floor, elavator music played and i danced a little just to get the jitters out
walking to his apartment door i smirked thinking of an idea
but before i could even bang on the door he opened it with a goofy smile on his face
i took in his appearance and he was shirtless, showing off his caramel colored chest and abs, and he wore nike basketball shorts which sagged slightly a little, showcasing his calvin klein boxers.
"he want you"
"you was really gone do that ghetto shit, get in here i got white neighbors." he pulled me in by my waist and i laughed.
"aht take ya shoes off"
i playfully rolled my eyes before sliding my crocs off and placing them by the door
"you ain't tell me you was living lavish nigga, got mints at the front desk and shit."
he laughed and pulled me into a hug
i happily hugged back, missing his scent and his strong yet gentle hold on me
"you look good" he mumbled in my ear and my stomach were doing cartwheels
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