ITS A NEW YEAR, WHICH means back to school and more social events to host/attend. Justin and Mario walk out of TIFFANY'S, blowing the shit out of some cash because they absolutely can.
"What the hell did you buy in there? Bro, I'm deadass tryna decide if you're out of your damn mind or trying to spoil your girl way more than she already is." Mario stares at the bags his best friend is hauling into his limo.
Justin stares at Emerson pointedly. "You talking to me about spoiling my girl rotten. What about you? On god I can see a shoebox in there. What is that? CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN. You don't wear heels so they're definitely for Cheyenne. I dare you to say I'm wrong." The boy hates when Justin is right all of the time. He did buy some heels for Autumn and he would be a huge ass hypocrite if he said he didn't.
"Okay okay yes. I did buy these for her. Only because I love her and she has been talking about buying them. I just happened to be walking past the Louboutin store. And here we are." Mario says, ducking inside of the limo.
"You're a whipped son of a bitch."
Like she knew that she was being brought up, Justin's phone rings. "Speak of the devil. Here's my baby now. Hey mamas." He smiles.
"Papa, I miss you."
He can tell she's pouting. "I miss you more baby. I can't wait to see you." This is true. They've been so busy with back to school preparations lately that they haven't had the time to see each other.
"I know you're probably with Emerson right now but I'm wearing something special for you."
Justin had a idea of what she meant and from that moment on, he could feel himself get hard in his slacks.
"You're doing something to me baby." He looked over at Emerson, who was immersed in his phone. Justin was thankful that his friend was wearing AirPods. "Jesus Christ Roro."
A few moments later, Justin received a text message from Aurora. It was a picture of her standing in front of her full length mirror in a lace La Perla bra and matching panties that hugged the luscious curves of her ass.
He felt his mouth go dry and then put the phone up to his ear.
"You little vixen." He said in a breathless manor, shamelessly turned on.
"You like it?"
"Love it. Hell, I love it so much that I'm ready to jump out of this limo and haul ass to your house. I'm trying to stay calm but it's hard. Roro, baby, You're killing me here."
She giggles softly, making him smile.
"Come over here, papa. It's playtime."
Justin's eyes get wide. ", baby I'm on my way. Holy shit." He hangs up in a frenzy. "James, step on it. Drop me off at Aurora's house and come back for me later."
"Yes, Mr. Winchester."
Emerson's feels the car moving faster and looks at Justin with wide eyes and snickers when he realizes why. "Mans got a pussy appointment."
"Bitch ass. Shut the fuck up."
10 minutes later.
Justin climbs out of the limousine over a laughing Mario, hauling ass to the Hollingsworth Hideaway. Dude the front door is like two three feet away from you. You need to chill.
"Have fun bro."
"Bye Mario. James drive. Please and thank you."
He opens the front door, which he knew would be unlocked at a time like this, runs in and looks for his woman who just happens to be in the kitchen.
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A GOLDEN EMPIRE
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