Symere, a young girl recruited as a holder at just 11 years old, uses her innocent appearance to outsmart everyone in the dangerous world of drugs and guns. When the talented Artist enters the fray, he becomes both a rival and a potential love inter...
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling city, a weary Artist finally made his way home. He had spent countless hours in the company of Morgan, a woman who had grown increasingly possessive and demanding of his time.
But tonight, he was determined to give Symere, the woman he had come to care for deeply, the attention she deserved. Symere, with her radiant smile and infectious laugh, had been patiently waiting for him.
Over time, Artist had realized that his feelings for Symere ran far deeper than he had initially believed. He had once thought her to be merely a distraction, a convenient way to pass the time. Yet, as he spent more and more time with her, he found himself drawn to her kind heart, her intelligence, and her unwavering spirit.
However, a heavy weight lay upon his shoulders. Symere's father had made a solemn request to him to refrain from making any romantic advances towards his daughter. Artist respected her father's wishes, knowing that Symere's happiness was paramount.
As he approached his home, a mix of emotions swirled within him. He longed to hold Symere in his arms, to whisper sweet words into her ears. Yet, he was torn by the knowledge that he could not act upon his desires.
With a heavy heart, he entered the home and found Symere waiting for him. Her eyes lit up at his arrival, and a smile spread across her face.
"You're finally home." She said softly.
Artist nodded, unable to suppress a sigh of relief. He sat down beside Symere on the couch, taking her hand in his.
"You look pretty." He smiled, pushing one of her braids out her face.
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She blushed, lowly thanking him.
"Are you ready for our spa date? I'm so excited because I know how much you enjoy skincare and I-"
"Relax." He chuckled. "Just tell me what you need me to do?"
"Well first, I need you to take a shower you kind of smell like outside. After, I want you to put on the robe and bonnet I laid out for you."
