A former hopeless romantic, Natalie makes a spontaneous decision to move to New York right after high school after discovering her boyfriend of almost three years cheated on her. She is juggling college, work life, and love life, and trying to heal...
Apodyopsis (ap•o•di•op•sis (n.)): The act of mentally undressing someone.
TIME-LAPSE: it's been at least 6 months*
~ENZO's POV
It's Friday morning, another day of meetings, signing papers, and yes man. This past week has been hectic, as I am trying to get one of our biggest competitors to sell to me. This company makes lunch money compared to mine.
"Ahem."
Comes from the man sitting across from me. He appears to be pushing 60, wearing a button-down two sizes too small, with some type of food in his beard. It takes everything in me not to gag.
"Yes." I managed to grit out.
"I was just explaining that if w-we were to sell, we wan- expect to get 55% of-" The old man sputtered out.
Chuckling, I stand up from my seat. The color drains from his face as I sit on the edge of my desk. I look at the frightened man in front of me confused.
"What makes you believe that you deserve that much? I'm doing you a favor. Without me, your little restaurant would've been foreclosed by now." I say staring him dead in the eyes.
I get up from my desk and sit back down. He takes a big gulp, and I have to swallow my laugh. This grown man, who is at least 250 pounds, is scared of me. As he begins to speak, I interrupt.
"I have more important things to give my attention to, you can leave as you enter." I say while my eyes read off my computer screen.
As the day dragged on, I got more annoyed. It is 4:30 in the afternoon, and I decided to leave early to prepare for tonight.
~NATALIE'S POV
Today's Lani's birthday so she and Jazz flew out to New York to visit. I had to fight back tears when I greeted them at the airport. It's been months since I've seen them. Between school and work, I really need a good time with my girls. They are currently knocked out in my living room, while I make breakfast. I'm mid-flip of the last pancake when I hear a scream.
"It's my birthday BITCHES." Lani bellows from her chest.
"Girl, yell one more damn time, Imma deck you in your jaw." Jass huffs while throwing a pillow at Lani.
"You can't hit me on my birthday hoe! I only have one full day to enjoy it." Lani says fake crying.
I laugh at her words while feeling a sting in my chest. We put all our money together and still could only afford 3 days. With me moving out on my own, school tuition, and being too prideful to ask my parents for help; and Jas and Lani having their things, we struggled to make this trip work. I shake my head and rid my mind of the negative thoughts.
"Well on the bright side, I have a surprise for you Lani," I say cheesing from ear to ear
"Girl you did not have to get Micheal B. Jordan oiled up and ready for me." She says with stars in her eyes. For some reason, she thinks that because I live in New York now, I have "connections" with celebrities.
"Don't worry girl, I did not. I got you something else-" I try to spit out when I am interrupted by Lani.
"Keith Powers, Spencer Moore, Da'Vinchi, OH, OH DANIEL EZRA!!!" She screams with her hands folded in one another.
I sigh. "I've told you countless times. I do not know anyone from the All-American cast." I roll my eyes. "Anyways...my coworker gave me three tickets to a big boxing match tonight!"
"Wait a minute. For my birthday you decided to take me to see fine, big-muscled, bruised, and half-naked men beat the shit out of each other?" She says monotony.
My hands drop from the air and my heart beats a little harder.
"YESSSS. We should go to the strip club after!" She says, shaking her ass.
"Girl, we are 18." I say laughing heartily.
"Natty, do you even know who's fighting? What if they're ugly." Jazz says fake gagging.
"Girl, be grateful, and let's get ready. We're gonna have fun tonight" I sing.
~ENZO'S POV
I'm currently wrapping my hands, preparing myself for the fight. I used to fight as a kid to harness my problems and stresses. I quickly learned that everything you do should make you some type of money, so I became an anonymous street fighter. I became a street fighter when I was just 12 years old. Flash forward 10 years, I've worked my way up and am now known as "Demonio."
As I am announced in the arena, my entrance music plays. I step into the ring, with my opponent, Tobias Sulvuiann, the poster boy for "Daddy's Money." He's blonde, blue-eyed, and 27 pounds heavier than me.
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Round 7
"I'm almost positive that I knocked at least 3 teeth out." I say spitting out blood.
I'm in the chair getting cleaned off and my sores getting taken care of. When I turn my head and see her. She's cheering for me, which makes me believe she doesn't recognize me. She dressed in some type of jean pantsuit that hugged her every last curve. I swiftly turn my head after being hip upside it.
"Demonio! What the fuck man." Cesar, my cornerman, says understandably irritated.
After winning the fight and taking pictures with fans. I am met with the same eyes in the crowd, the same eyes I saw tears coming out of. She's smiling ear to ear, with two other girls. I start to slowly and subtly approach them.
"Y'all this was lowkey kinda fun." The beauty says.
"It was! You outdid yourself Natty." One of her friends says.
"Yeah, nothing like watching half-naked men fighting each other." The other one says nodding and licking her lips.
I accidentally eavesdropped on their conversation and decided it was time to make my appearance known.
"Hello ladies, was the fight enjoyable to watch," I say staring directly at her.
THIS IS WHAT OUR GIRL NATTY IS WEARING!!!!!!!!
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