Sweet Addiction

Introduction

"Damn, what am I going to do today?" I thought to myself as I scrolled down my instagram time line... I glanced at the clock "11:27a.m." damn, I've been laying here for about thirty minutes... let me get up. I rolled over and to my surprise the other side of the bed was empty. "Where the fuck is my girlfriend?" I thought a loud

I yawned then stood up and stretched before walking over to my personal bathroom. I brushed my teeth and stared at myself for a moment. My hair was all over my head and I had hella dark red marks on my neck. "What the fuck happened last night?" I questioned aloud but I couldn't seem to remember anything except pulling up to the liquor store and using my fake i.d. to buy two bottles of tequila. I shook my head before turning around and walking out of the bathroom.

"Baby!!!" I yelled down the stairs but didn't get a response. I heard what sounded like the TV or radio so I figured she had to be down there. "Babyyyyyy!" I called out again but still no answer. "MILAN! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME CALLING YOUR NAME!!" I called out again as I hit the bottom step. I walked into the living room and looked around, the TV was on but there was no sight of Milan. "Well maybe she cooking breakfast for I nigga." I thought to myself as I walked around the corner to the kitchen. Empty. "Where is this girl?" I opened the door to the basement and called for her a couple more times but still no answer. "Fuck it, I'll just call her." I ran back upstairs and grabbed my phone off the nightstand and dialed her number.

"Hello?"

"Wassup baby? Where you at?"

"I ran down to the mall bae. What's wrong?" she questioned with a hint of concern in her voice

"Nothing ma. I'm just not used to you waking up before me, that's all. Why you ain't wake me up and let me know you were leaving?

"Cuz you was sleeping so peacefully. I figured you needed your rest after the work you put in last night." she giggled seductively and I just shook my head. I couldn't let her know that I didn't remember exactly what happened last night, so I just agreed, told her to get home quick, then hung up the phone.

I'd been dating Milan for 3 years on and off and it had been a rollercoaster, but damn, she was so fine I would've been dumb as hell to let her go. Milan was a 5'4, dark caramel, half black and half Indian goddess. She had long, straight, brown hair and these greenish-brown eyes. Her waist was small, thighs were thick, and her boobs were average but maaaaan that ass was a whole different story. Baby girl was beautiful all around, inside and out. Milan stayed by my side through a lot of bullshit. Her mother tried to come between us many of times because of her religious beliefs and if that wasn't bad enough, I hadn't always been the most faithful nigga around. Being an attractive stud in San Francisco had its pros and cons. All the ladies loved me because I was tall, light-skinned, tatted, with hair that hit the middle of my back when it was straight. I had light hazel eyes and super straight teeth due to wearing braces for 5 years when I was younger, and to top it all of i got my septum pierced and gauged my ears. (Pictured Above) Everywhere I went I swear there was a shorty throwing herself at me, especially since they knew I had money and me not being able to say no to the fine ones made being monogamous a hell of a challenge. There were so many girls trying to be my main girl because they didn't know that my heart was off the market. Most of them just wanted me so that they could live good but I wasn't going.

I'm Samari, but everybody calls me Swae. I was 19 years old and spoiled as hell, never had to work a day in my life. My dad was a successful stockbroker and my mom was one of the most known and successful plastic surgeons in California. So let's just say I always lived the lavish life, especially being an only child. I was brought up in a huge house on the hills of Malibu but when I graduated high school I decided I wanted some different scenery so my parents bought me this lavish studio condo and decked the place out like a typical bachelor pad. Black furniture, hard wood floors with furry rugs, pool table, and flat screen tvs, game systems, and my favorite room in the house, the work out room. To go along with that, they handed me the keys to an all-black, 2015, 4-door Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. Although life was good, I kinda wanted to get out there and make some money on my own, but I'd never tell them that.