One day he picked me up at work. 3 black big vans, no plates.
Him looking good as only he could. Cream shirt, black blazer and black pants. Hair perfectly messy, his cologne smelling like tobacco and leather with a trace of vanilla. He looks so good, he smells so good... I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HE IS MY BOYFRIEND
Quick side smile when he sees me, comes closer, grabs me by the neck and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.
I say - you went out looking like that?
Him: I look good, don't I
Me: how many girls did you have checking you out today
Him: around 20 ish...
Me: yeah, you look that good
Him: that means I am taking you to my place so you can get this off of me
Me: yup, everything but the tie, we are keeping it.
He opens up the door, I enter the car. His security ring boards the other cars and we leave the building.
Meanwhile, I can see all the jealous girls I work with, looking at the cars and the whole scene with jealousy.
I won this one girlies, and he is mine, mine, mine.
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His Gestures A Short Story
General FictionQuick short story about the rich boyfriend stealing stares while picking up his girlfriend
