Ranked #7 in Toxic
#3 in BWWM
#20 in dark romance
Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called...
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Raya
I made it to the shop ten minutes before my hour was up. I was bouncing my leg while in the car over and over wondering how long it'll take for me to get there and praying that I don't have to pay a fee.
Hopefully this Jamal character will show some mercy on me.
I was dropped off right in front of the door. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my nerves and I pressed the doorbell that was beside the door. It buzzes and I pushed the door open to see a very Hot Topic theme going on in the inside. The walls are painted black with many different portraits of tattoos a drawing on the walls. There are pictures of many people smiling and showing off their new tattoos or piercings. Neon signs was all over the place and there was a simple sitting area and coffee table in the corner.
A blonde girl who has her hair in to low pigtails welcome me in with a big smile on her face. "Hi! How can I help you?
"Jordan right?"
"Yes."
I smiled. "I'm Raya, we spoke on the phone earlier?"
"Oh right! Ms. Montgomery! You made it just on time." She beams. She grabs a clip board and a pen and hands it to me. "Here you go. Just sign a few things on here for me."
"Okay." I signed my name, number and filled out the consent form. I gave her my ID and my card so that she add my payment on the system for when I want to pay.
"Good. Have a seat, Jamal will be with you shortly."
I nodded and walked towards the couch. I took a seat and drummed my fingers on my jeans while I waited. The smell of alcohol and the sound of a needle going fills my senses and I was a little relieved to see how clean and kept up this place was.
A man walks from the back area wearing a tightly fitted long sleeve shirt, joggers and black latex gloves. I almost laughed at how he had to bend his head to walk out the entrance way. I watched in awe at his calm demeanor as he leans on his elbow casually to talk to Jordan. His neck has so many tattoos that I couldn't see not a piece of his tanned skin peeking through.
I stared admiring the sexy man shamelessly and I liked that his black curly hair was messy and fell over his eyes that I couldn't really see clearly. The glasses he wore gave him a sexy professor kind of look and I found myself wondering if a man like that had a girlfriend.
