"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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I S A I A H
This is why I didn't want to take her nowhere. She's been shopping for one simple fucking dress for hours now and I'm growing more and more irritated.
"What about this one?" She's asks me for the sixth time. She comes out of the dressing room wearing the ugliest dress I have ever seen. It's white and strapless with feathers on the top and bottom of the dress. It's fits her nicely— like any item of clothing she wears— but the dress itself is hideous.
"No." I said nonchalantly. "Why does it have so many feathers? Wouldn't that be annoying?"
"It's meant to be a fashion statement." She argues.
"It's a statement alright." I snickered. "It screams 'burn me."
Zariah huffs and stomps back into the dressing room. I chuckled lowly under my breath with a shake of my head. Maybe I should've told her that the dress was cute so we could be out of this place.
I'm getting tired of women walking past me with their dirty looks like I was some kind of criminal. Well I am but that defeats the purpose. Because criminal or not, I'm sure fifty percent of those said women would have jumped my bones if I gave them the opportunity.
"Okay, this one?" She comes back out wearing a short ass maxi dress.
"Looks like you're going to a meeting, not a dinner." I deadpan. "And it's orange, that color would make anyone go blind."
She groaned and turns back around to go in the fitting room. I took a peak at her ass and licked my lips. Damn, should've told her to keep it.
I sighed tiredly again, letting my head fall back against the wall. I bounced my leg impatiently waiting for her to come back out with another outfit. I counted the minutes and after five, I've had enough.
I stood up and knocked on the door with my knuckles. "Zariah, what's taking you so long?"
She doesn't respond but I can hear her grunting and cursing under her breath. "Zariah? You good?"
