Jámila Diallo, 22, is laser-focused on getting into dentistry school in her father's footsteps. With her future all planned out, nothing can distract her-until she moves back into her new apartment. Just downstairs, there's a special shop run by Zac...
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The glow from my laptop screen bathed my skin in a pale luminescence, accentuating the dark circles under my eyes that no eye mask could fix, a subtle reminder of the hours spent staring at the screen this past summer.
My results letter to Dental school just stared at me waiting for me to open it but every time I looked at the dashboard there was always something with the timing, why wasn't I eager when this had been my dream for the longest? Why was life only getting harder?
Something caught the corner of my eye, I had been trying to ignore it since yesterday but the magnetic force that was curiosity was pulling me towards the black box and that's why it killed, no murdered the cat.
My fingers tightened around the small black box, its cool surface slick against my slightly sweating palms. A mix of excitement and annoyance fluttered in my chest as I stared at it, wondering what lay inside. With a huff of determination, I pried the lid open
My eyes fell on the item nestled inside, and a rush of heat flooded my cheeks. There it was, a suntanned-coloured dildo finished with veins that went all the way up to a brownish tip, you have to respect the unapologeticness of the gift.
IT WAS BIG!
The colour wasn't one of your average dildos, you know, that only comes in the black or white male's colour, I mean the tip wasn't pink and yet the shaft was lighter and the shade was oddly realistic.
Who knew manufacturers could give so much of a fuck?
I looked in the corner of the box to see if the size was written anywhere.... 8 inches in length with a 6.2-inch circumference, oddly specific. Nevertheless, it made me bite my inner cheek in a mix of frustration and undeniable attraction. I couldn't help the slight roll of my eyes, part of me was irritated at the audacity.
Tucked in the side was a number starting with (646) with digits following afterwards, I could only assume that it was him who had put it in there on purpose, that was a very cocky move and guess what it backfired. I walked over to the bathroom and flushed the paper down the toilet and went to put the box in my bag.
The alarm rang again signalling 2:45 pm it had to be a snooze option. My alarm clock only rang in the morning but I had to reset it to 2:00 pm as I couldn't find my phone, I hadn't seen my phone since yesterday night at the club. At first, I thought I was too hungover to find it in the morning but it was afternoon and it was still gone.
Fuck.
I didn't have time to look around because I had to leave for work and any second longer would be a strike closer to being fired, I couldn't risk it over a cellular device.
