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ZURI
The apartment was very quiet, I was in my room, the mirror reflecting my excited face as I applied the finishing touches to my makeup.
My outfit was a stylish combination of see through leggings, and a plain white crop top, a stark contrast to the more conservative style I usually wore to appease Dorian.
I thought back to the past few weeks. I had been making a conscious effort to be more responsible, completing my chores on time and avoiding any possible confrontations from Dorian.
We had been getting along just fine recently, I was really hoping that my recent behavior would have earned me some more freedom.
As I slipped on my shoes, I heard Dorian's door creak open.
I quickly ducked behind my curtains, peaking out cautiously.
Dorian emerged, looking as grumpy as ever. He walked past my room, mumbling something about he's "tired of this shit" under his breath.
Ummmm... what's going on with him?
I waited a few moments before cautiously emerging from my hiding spot.
I grabbed Dorian's keys, which I had taken the night before while he was asleep.
I slipped out of the apartment once I realized the coast was clear. I couldn't help but to keep checking behind me making sure he wasn't there.
As I walked to Dorian's car, I couldn't help but to feel a sure of excitement. I had done it again.
I had managed to use my freedom again and go wherever the fuck I wanted to.
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I pulled up to Marcel's house, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
I stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door, knocking softly. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Marcel, no shirt on, leaning against the doorframe, a blunt in his mouth.
I had to admit, he was looking fine as fuck.
"Wasgood Zuri.", he said, his voice thick with smoke. "Come on in."
I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room.
"So how's it going?" I asked, trying to sound casual although my thoughts were wildly inappropriate.
Marcel took a long drag from his blunt and exhaled slowly. "Same ol, same ol." He replied. "You kno, just been tryna stay out the way and shit."
I nodded, "Yeah, I know. Things can be tough."
We sat down in the couch and I began to talk about my recent interactions with
Dorian.
I explained how I tried to spy on him, as Marcel had suggested for me to do, but I'd found nothing.
"I guess he's just really good at hiding his secrets," Marcel shrugged.
