his reine | e. jaeger

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Amira Sage Carter | POV

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"Mira!" My mother yells from the kitchen, "Run to the store and get me some heavy whipping cream."

I silently groaned from the cozy comforters of my bed and arose, "Alright mama!"

"You can take my car!" She replied, instantly making me smile.

I threw on some grey sweatpants along with a white baby tee. Once my socks were on, I slipped my feet into my crocs and strolled out of my room.

I waved at my mother, grabbing the car keys from the kitchen's island. I love driving my mother's Nissan Altima. I felt like a bad bitch every time I whipped that hoe.

Using my phone, I connected to the car's radio and blasted random songs from my playlist. The drive to Walmart wasn't that long, as we lived 10 minutes away from one.

After 3 attempts of perfectly parking the car, I grabbed my khaki grocery tote and walked through the automatic doors. The cool air from the air conditioner shucked a few of my kinky coils. Two steps inside, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Melissa D. Carter has sent $20.00" I read, smirking immediately, "I'm getting some snacks for sure."

Ignoring the other customers and their badass children, I head for the dairy aisle, not forgetting about Mama's heaving cream.

Mama was craving chicken alfredo, so I'm eating well tonight! My name isn't Amira Sage BigBack Carter for nothing honey!

I tucked the heavy cream under my arm and went to my favorite spot in Walmart, the snack and candy aisle.

"Aisle nine," I chimed and did a little happy dance. My eyes grew like those of a little kid when I saw the party-sized bag of Hot Fries.

As I got closer, my smile turned into a frown. My chips were on the top shelf. I dug my foot on the bottom shelf, attempting to climb to my chips. However, my small ass fell butt flat on the floor.

"I hope no one saw that," I grumbled, "That was embarrassing as SHIT."

I got up, dusting my sweatpants. Curse Walmart and their high-ass shelves. Now how am I supposed to get my damn chips? I'm 5'7 for fuck sake!

I looked left and right, gasping seeing a dude in the snack aisle as well. Luckily, he was further away from my area. I could not see his face, but Mister looked super tall.

"Perfect," I grinned, instantly getting an idea.

Walking towards the person, his appearance became more visible despite his back facing me. I admired his messy, but somehow perfect, man bun. He wore a white wife-beater tank top that matched his belted, slim-baggy, off-black, denim pants and black chucks.

Various drawings of black ink covered his left arm. "Okay Mr. Pinterest bad boy core," I teasingly said in my head, as I got even closer to the man.

"Excuse me," I softly tapped his arm, instantly getting goosebumps. The man mumbled, before turning around, looking down at me, making me feel 10 times shorter.

"Damn," I whispered, finally getting a glimpse of this piece of art.

The man had striking, chiseled features with a defined jawline, deep green eyes, and thick dark eyebrows, giving him an intense, brooding look. 

His straight nose and full lips, with that little curve, just screamed masculine allure. His sun-kissed skin and dark hair slipping out of his man bun added to his rugged yet polished look, making him irresistibly attractive.