Sonia
Ever since Sunday, things have been great between me and MJ. Who would have thought that a silly argument was all we needed to clear the air? I bit down on the end of the pen I was holding trying to read the text in front of me but my mind kept wandering.
" Sonia," Aliza's amused voice called pulling me from my thoughts.
" Huh? Did you say something?" I asked smiling sheepishly.
" No, you're just smiling like a fool and not concentrating on whatever you're reading. " She glanced at my book raising an eyebrow. “You have been stuck on page thirty-two for how long now?”
Thirty-two is our room number.
"Sonia!" She called again laughing. I hid behind the book. " What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I reply composing myself. It's just that MJ makes me feel like I'm walking on air.
" Mhhh-hmm," she said giving me a knowing look.
" You look so happy you're even glowing," she added giving me a knowing look. “It's MJ isn't it?”
“Yeah,” I said biting my lip, not able to contain my smile.
We both dissolve into laughter, and loud enough we get shushed by several people.
" I'm glad you're happy but please be…careful."
"I will,” I promised even though I knew I wouldn't. I was diving into this headfirst, with no safety nets or second thoughts.
"Will you come to the party ?" I asked since today is MJ's twenty-first birthday party.
"Of course," she said excitedly. But she can't be more excited than me.
It's five o'clock and we will be leaving for the mansion at seven and time is moving at a very slow pace.
"So what are you guys planning?"
"To escape from the party after an hour or two." I wonder what she will do to me.
"Okay girlfriend," she hinted her voice laced with suspicion.
I forced myself to study for the remainder of the hours for as much as I was in love I was not planning on failing my classes.
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"Let's go shower at my house just take the clothes, " MJ said squeezing my shoulders. I stash the clothes in the bag my hands trembling with excitement. The drive to her house was filled with laughter as we teased and talked about everything and nothing. But when we finally pulled up my jaw dropped. "Woah," I whispered, staring at the enormous three-story mansion.
The automatic gate opened as if in a scene from a movie. The house was painted in sleek shades of grey and white, with luxurious cars lining the parking lot. Just how rich was MJ’s family?
"Come on, let me give you a tour." She slipped her hand in mine and we wandered through the mansion. The inside was even more impressive — spotless, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and marble floors that I treaded on as carefully as possible.
"Your dad lives here alone?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer size of it all.
"Yeah." She shrugged leading me up the stairs past walls filled with art and tables topped with vases and fresh flowers. I can imagine a tiny MJ running around the place.
"Welcome to my room," she said falling on her king-sized bed. The room held monotone colors just like how I found our room the first day.
"This is so comfy," I said lying down beside her.
She grinned. "I missed this bed so much but I love the one in our room more."
"Why?"
"Because this one is so lonely it's for two people."
"Good thing I'm here, then." I rested my head on her chest her fingers trailing my back and giving my ass a final squeeze. Her scent was comforting, her heartbeat like a soothing melody.
"I can't wait to do bad things to you," she murmured, making me smile. "Me too."
"I will be in control."
"When have you not been in control ?" I teased, making her laugh.
" We should start getting ready," MJ said checking her wristwatch. "Already?" I whined not ready to let go.
She nudges me gently. " It's eight and you will probably take an hour to get ready."
I stood up as she led me to the bathroom complete with a jacuzzi and a spacious shower. When I jokingly invited her to join me she declined with a laugh saying it would waste too much time.
After showering, I slipped into my sleek black dress — a straight, fitted number with an open back that highlighted every curve. I added a touch of lip gloss enough to feel polished and not go overboard.
The cool evening air hit my skin as I made my way downstairs. MJ was waiting in the garden, dressed in a tailored black pant and a plaid shirt that highlighted her effortless style. Her dark curls framed her face, and I could feel myself skipping as her eyes met mine.
I took my time descending the stairs, savoring the way her eyes traveled over me, her brown eyes darkening with each step I took. She licked her lips appreciation unmistakable.
"You look … wow," she stammered, her voice deeper than usual. She took a step forward, brushing her fingers down my spine, sending a shiver down my back.
" Maybe we should cancel the party."
I chuckled and leaned in for a slow lingering kiss. She parts my lips and I can taste the toothpaste she just used.
"Ma'am the guests have arrived," someone interrupted, and I pulled back with a sigh.
"Later baby," she whispered planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “Ma'am,” I mimicked using the house staff's formal tone.
As we entered the garden I was amazed by the sheer elegance around me. Guests were dressed in designer clothes, and every detail of the decor was perfectly arranged. I felt a little out of place but tried not to let it show. MJ introduced me to her friends but my focus kept wandering, I wanted the night to be over so I could be alone with her.
"Happy birthday Baaaabe," the girl from the festival said wrapping her slender arms around MJ. "Thanks.”
She took out a small black box with a golden ribbon and placed it on MJ’s palm.”I got this for you.”
MJ's eyes lit up. "You didn't have to."
" It's your birthday, of course, I had to," she insisted, her brown braids swaying as she tossed them over her shoulder.
“Open it.” She takes the ribbon off and takes the top of her smile becoming even more wider. “No way! It's the Monaco chain.”
The girl nodded looking amused with herself. ”Connections baby."
MJ hugged her again completely captivated and I felt myself shrink. I backed away quietly and grabbed two glasses of champagne to distract myself. The thought crept in, whispering that MJ and I were just…too different.
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The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️🌈Love Story )
Romance[18+] Sports College Romance. Cover art by@emilycatewrites
