Chapter 11

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📍Pandora's House

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📍Pandora's House

Atlanta, GA | February 3rd, 2023

I wasn't nervous. I don't really do nervous. But as I sat parked outside Pandora's townhouse with Brent Faiyaz humming low through the speakers and my hands gripped around the steering wheel tighter than usual—I'll admit, my heart was beating just a little faster than normal.

Tonight was different.

This wasn't no link-up. Wasn't no "pull up on me" situation. This was a date. Intentional. And with Pandora? That meant everything had to be perfect.

My fit was clean—black button-down, crisp as hell, sleeves rolled just enough to flex my forearms. Slim black cargo pants, my Amiri sneakers, and a fresh edge up. The Oud Wood cologne I wore left a trail every time I moved, and I made sure to bring her flowers—white tulips and blush-colored garden roses. I remembered her saying once she liked flowers that felt "soft and romantic," not basic.

I texted her once I pulled up.

Legend 🖤
Outside, ma. Take your time though, I'll wait.

And I meant that. I'd wait for her all damn night if I had to.

The door opened a minute later and...

I swear, I lost my breath.

She stepped out into the porch light like a dream in real time. Pandora was wearing a deep emerald green satin dress—snatched to her body like it was made for her. It dipped low in the front just enough to tease, the silky fabric catching every curve, and a slit up the side showed off her brown thighs and the sparkle of her anklet. Her curls were full and defined, hanging down in soft layers that framed her face perfectly. Her makeup? Minimal but flawless. Lips glossy, skin like velvet, eyes focused straight on me like she already knew the damage she was doing

 Lips glossy, skin like velvet, eyes focused straight on me like she already knew the damage she was doing

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I stepped out, heart damn near stuck in my throat.

"Damn," I said, walking toward her with the flowers in hand. "You tryna make me crash the car before we even get there?"

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