Formerly titled "dear you"
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32, Tremaine Maverick needed help around his office. Especially after his long time assistant Valerie went on maternity leave weeks ago. Fed up with firing thee sixth replacement sent to him that week, he was runni...
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[ I tried to make it as long as I can for you guys, I'm SOO sorry for slacking. I hope you guys enjoy this update! ❤️🥺 ]
In the heart of the Upper East Side of Manhattan, the lively sidewalk overflowed with people enjoying dinner and a night out with friend's and significant other's. Tremaine emerged from the restaurant, glancing around for Stevie, who had already stepped out and was adjusting her coat. Spotting her on the curb, attempting to hail a taxi, Tremaine felt a surge of emotions.
"Mm." His teeth sank into his bottom lip.
The wind tousled the tail of Stevie's dress and played with strands of her hair, creating an enchanting scene. In that moment, the bustling city background seemed to fade away, and Tremaine, captivated by the romantic ambiance, realized he was head over heels in love with her. With the determination of a love-struck teenager, he rushed to her side.
"Ayo, ma." He flirted in a joking manner.
Nabbing her wrist with gentle urgency, Tremaine pulled Stevie into a kiss before she could react or step into a waiting taxi. The kiss was deep and passionate, a declaration of his feelings for her that echoed through the surrounding area. The intensity of the moment drew the attention of onlookers, with some stopping to admire the fire and love shared between the couple.
Even an aspiring photographer seized the opportunity, snapping pictures to capture the essence of their spontaneous, heartfelt connection. "Black love at its best." He uttered to his friend as the pair continued on their way.
The two of them finally part from their kiss. Stevie's eyes widened in surprise as they separated, the lingering warmth of the kiss still on her lips. She took a moment, studying Tremaine's eyes, and a soft smile played on her lips. "Well, damn. That was unexpected, Tre, what was that for?" She wiped her gloss from his lips.
Tremaine grinned, a mixture of confidence and vulnerability in his gaze. As he kissed her finger. As it grazed across his lips. "Sometimes, you just gotta follow your heart, kitten. I apologize baby, for them tight asses in there, let me make it up to you. Let's go get drinks at duckies, c'mon the subway a few blocks from here."
"The subway?!?" Stevie yelled. "Are you broke, Tremaine? Like have you secretly went bankrupt, or something, let me know. Cause I can go back in there and get with one of those single CEO's—"
Tremaine pinched his nose, laughing. "You cute ass gold digger. You not going nowhere, now bring yo' ass on, before I go in there and get Kimmy to come rocked yo' nogging." He laughed harder.
"Ha,ha,ha very fucking funny." She punched his chest twice.
"I'm joking, but c'mon, you too good for the train now? Wow, you acting different." He teased walking in a circle around her. "High maintenance and shit, gettin' all bougie and shit—"
