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- 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 - 𝟏𝟖𝐲𝐫𝐬 | 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚,𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚
Time prolonged a twelve am stand still as the woman softly taps her right foot on the gas pedal to the rhythm of the rap song playing, while her left foot firmly rests on the brake pedal as she intensely stares at the vivid red traffic lights while mentally rushing them to turn green.
Forever set in stone sang by Rod wave blared through the AMG GLE's speakers with the windows closed as the ivory colored moonlight seeped through the five percent tint.
Makani was just returning from a party that she'd attended with her year younger sister, but left alone being that Malaria left before her.
It wasn't purposely.
Malaria couldn't find her sister and assumed that she'd left early because of the headache she claimed to have, so she left also in her own car.
She was later informed that Makani hadn't left the party early when she found herself home alone with their furious mother cursing at her for not being a responsible and caring sister.
As her mom, sister and other family members that they contacted about her absence continuously called the girl's phone, it heavily vibrated in the cup holder.
When the song changed and she had enough of the on and on vibrations, she angrily picked up the phone and powered it off before throwing it over in the passenger seat, only for it to land on the floor when she pressed the gas once the light finally turned green.
Doing fifty in a twenty-five explained her confusingly overwhelming emotions.
She's angry, confused and grateful all at the same time.
Angry with herself for what she'd allowed to take place hours ago. Confused about if she should be happy, sad or mad about it. And grateful that it wasn't the worst experience.
His scent lingered on her plain white tee, denim black jeans and brown skin as if she'd personally sprayed his cologne all over herself.
She shook her head in thought, not noticing the twenty-five mph speed limit sign as she passed it, now going sixty.
She knew it'd happen one day, but she didn't expect or intend to have a one night stand until her early, middle or late twenties.
People exaggerated one night stands to be fun, but it only made her feel dirty all over and like an unashamed whore.
How could she allow a man to get that close to her? A stranger at that. A stranger whom she still didn't know name, but he knew hers and took her innocence.
She needed to get home fast so that she could at least attempt wash the shame away with a hot shower. But how could she face her mom and sister after ignoring their calls and text messages for hours?
How could she explain to them that she'd been ignoring their calls because she'd lost her virginity to a physically attractive stranger and felt ashamed?
What would be her reasoning? She couldn't possibly confess her last minute sex date to them. They'll think she's a whore also.
So instead of going straight home, she turned into the Hampton's hotel parking deck and put the Amg truck in park, permitting the music to continue to play.
Knowing her mom, she was probably attempting to track her current or last location, but it was useless since Makani only temporarily shared it with her for a hour after leaving their home in separate cars with her sister.
But maybe she had a tracker hooked to the car. After all it is her amg truck and she likes to keep tabs on the locations her children are driving her vehicles to.
Flashbacks blurred her mind of the music now playing at a low volume. The way his Indian dimples sat upon his cheeks as he smiled down at her while penetrating her insides.
The low moans and groans that left his soft brown lips with every stroke and every delicate kiss delivered to her sensitive brown skin.
It was perfect, but wrong. It wasn't supposed to have happened like that. It was supposed to have been the night of she and her future husband's honeymoon.
She prayed that she'd be forgiven for the sinful act. For losing against temptation when she'd managed to win the battle for over seventeen years until eighteen.
But maybe it was supposed to have happened. I mean, it wouldn't have happened if it wasn't meant to. They say that everything happens for a reason.
She'd take this as a lesson learned and never again reveal that side of her to anyone again, until they prove themselves to be worthy. Sitting there, she made a vow to herself to be celibate until God gives her a husband.
It was now one fifteen am as she pulled into the driveway of the large townhouse, positioning the vehicle alongside the white Nissan Altima that her sister Malaria drove as the bright headlights shined upon the two door garage that showcased the black Amg's reflection.
She'd decided not to book a room at the Hampton's, but just go home and get the awkward conversation over with.
So she sprayed some of her cheap bath and body works champagne toast body spray over her clothes though it didn't do much to the cologne scent and got out of the dead car with her purse and jacket over her right forearm.
To her surprise both her mom and sister was only grateful to know that she was okay and let her off with a simple lie of getting lost on the way home when her phone died. So she just decided to unwind, shower and try to forget the events of tonight.
