Tonight was the night. The New Year was near and it was time to party. Actually, it's been time to party. The party started about half an hour ago, yet I'm still in my room getting ready. You already know I have to make my own grand entrance. My scaly gold Tom Ford dress and matching heels were already on.
"Shit, Kelly, why you always gotta take so long?" I heard Tim complain from downstairs.
"Relax babe, I'll be down in a few," I shouted. That was a lie though, because doing my makeup and fixing my hair will take me at least another 30 minutes. Oh well. If he wants me to look good on his arm, he's just gonna have to wait.
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I finished applying my makeup and I curled my caramel ombré'd hair all within 30 minutes. I know Tim was dying downstairs, but once he sees me, he'll know it was worth it. I grabbed my purse and phone, and proceeded downstairs.
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"I'm all done baby," I said, standing in front of him and smirking. He stood there with his jaw dropped, at a loss for words. Exactly what I was aiming for.
"Speechless huh?" I snickered, walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You had a lot to say while I was upstairs getting ready."
"I ain't know you were gonna come downstairs looking this fine, though," he mumbled, biting his lip. I giggled and pecked his lips. I started to move away from his grasp, but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply. His tongue brushed against my lips waiting for entrance. I separated my lips, and our tongues slid roughly against each other. He grabbed my ass and I moaned into his mouth. We stopped kissing and he pulled me toward the living room. He pushed me down onto the couch and got on top of me, kissing softly on my neck. "Tim, we gotta go," I whispered, breathing unevenly. I didn't want him to stop, but we were already running late, and we still had a few stops to make before going to the venue. Besides, if we continued, we probably wouldn't have left the house at all.
He groaned and got off the couch. I fixed up my hair, making sure all the curls were still intact, and stood up. "We can finish this later, baby," I promised. I know he's aggravated, but people are waiting on me.
We walked out of the house and to my car. He opened the passenger door for me and walked over to the driver's side. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Hopefully this party turns out to be great.
Trey
"Yo, my nigga, it's hella food in this fridge!" I heard Chris yell from the kitchen. This nigga's hotel room is literally across the hall from mine, yet he's snooping in MY fridge.
"What you needa eat for? We boutta go to a party," I said.
"I can't go to a party hungry, nigga," he replied. I rolled my eyes and prepared to exit my room. I had to make sure I looked up to par for this party, especially since Kelly is hosting it. When she called me about this party, a nigga was happy as fuck. I've had feelings for Kelly for Lord knows how long, and I haven't seen her in forever. We used to always kick it. Everyone swore we were dating. I liked those allegations, though, because I always hoped that it would be true one day. That's why I had to have her in my music video for Heart Attack. After a while, she just stopped contacting me. I had no idea why. But I can't wait to see her tonight, I'm sure she'll look as fine as ever.
