𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

Moment of Truth

Destiny emerged from the bedroom to find Tye posted up on the couch with his phone up to his ear. He had one leg kicked up across the cushion as his back rested against the fluffy pillows. He looked to be in a deep conversation but quickly ended the call when he spotted Destiny standing in the threshold of the living room.

" I see you made yourself comfortable," He said referring to the shirt she was wearing. It was an oversize black tee that was way too big for her petite frame. Tye was sure she had copied it from his closet. The shirt she had on was brand new. He hadn't even had the chance to wear it yet, and now he was never going to, because he was sure it would be stretched out after she slept in it. Givenchy. The shirt was a Givenchy original. It may have looked like an average plain t-shirt, but the shirt cost more than some people's rent. It was way too valuable for her to be lounging in but he wouldn't make a fuss about it.

" I hope you don't mind," She said, innocently. " I don't have much to wear with me"

"Nah, you straight" He lied, because he was definitely feeling a way. A lot of men may not mind shit like that. They find it cute seeing a woman walking around in their clothes. Tye minded like a muthafucka. He was stingy with his shit but he hadn't always been that way. It was a result of his upbringing. Nothing was ever Just his. Everything his mother bought him was shared with another sibling. Tye was the youngest out of his brothers, so that meant he was the receiver of many hand me downs. He rarely got anything new which resulted in him becoming stingy with his things over the years. The rest was a different story for a different day. There was something about Destiny that disarmed him. Made him want to change his ways.

Destiny hadn't bothered looking at the tag before throwing the shirt on, not that it would have mattered anyways because she would have still done the same thing. If she were anyone else he would have lost it behind that shirt, but she wasn't just anyone. This was Destiny. His Destiny, and for reasons unknown to him Tye liked her a lot. More than he should in such a short amount of time. She had come into his life nearly a week ago and somehow managed to consume his thoughts. She quickly became all he could think about. When he wasn't around her he couldn't wait to get back to her. No woman has ever made him feel this way. Ever. Something like that could be dangerous in his line of work.

He sat up straight and patted the space next to him softly, inviting her to come and sit down. Slowly Destiny crossed the dimly lit room and plopped down on the sofa. He turned slightly so that the two of them were face to face. He examined her features. She looked slightly different than he remembered. Destiny was in rare form. She was free from the extensions and cosmetics that helped to enhance her natural beauty. The long silky black weave she usually rocked had been replaced by loose natural curls. Her hair was still damp from the shower, which left a pleasant smell in the air. He felt as if he was seeing her for the first time. Even in her purest form she was still pretty as fuck.

The busted lip she sported did nothing to shade her beauty. Besides a couple of bruises and scrapes here and there, she still looked good. Destiny fidgeted in her seat as she nervously rubbed a hand through her fro. The way he looked at her made her feel uneasy. She wasn't insecure or anything, she just wasn't used to anyone seeing her like this. Destiny was always done up. She was never the type to leave the house looking less than the best. So, the way he was eyeing her made her a bit uncomfortable. She silently wondered what was on his mind.

" The lace was ruined so I had to take it down," she said, as if she could read his mind. "But don't worry, I won't be like this for too long." She said playfully.

He smirked "Nah, I fuck with it though. Don't get me wrong, you're 'pressure regardless. The weave and make up shit is cute. It makes you look exotic, but I can dig the new look too. Something tells me I wont get to see you like this too often, so a nigga just trying to keep a mental copy for himself." He said.