"It's like a million degrees outside, you can wear shorts." Kim said. We were back at my house because I had to get ready for my date. I was standing in the mirror in just my underwear because I couldn't figure out what to wear.
"Here's yo' crop top." Kim handed be a white spaghetti strapped crop top, and I grabbed my high waist black leather shorts with black mini gladiator heels. "Yes, that is perfect." She said smiling like a crazy person. "What about makeup?" I asked her walking over to my makeup dresser. "You don't need it." She said walking out of the room.
"Yes I do, my lips ashy as hell." I was not gone lick them and dry them out even more. "Well let me do it then." She came back in smiling at her phone. "Marco?" I asked but she just stayed smiling at her phone. "Kim!" I hollered and she finally looked up. "Yeah it's him. He's so stupid, but come on." She laughed a little bit and I sat down at my dresser.
"I think it should look natural." She said laying everything out. "Then make it natural Kim, I just need his eyes nowhere but on me." I said and she snorted. "Girl his eyes are gonna be on you and only you." One thing Kim was amazing at, was makeup. She could have done that for a living had we not started Marcellus and it taken off forreal.
So I wasn't surprised when I looked in the mirror and my makeup was amazing. I was flexing on the whole Kardashian clan. "Wow. Thank you so much, Kim. This is amazing." I said and she rolled her eyes. "You don't even need it but whatever." She put everything away and I quickly got dressed.
I took my hair out of the rollers and fixed my beach waves. I sprayed on some CoCo Chanel perfume and deemed myself cute. "Damn girl!" Kim whooped twirling me around when I entered the living room. "Thanks boo." I laughed walking over to our floor mirrors and checking myself out.
We both heard a knock on my glass back door and knew that it was either Danny or Marco because they came through the back which was only accessible to penthouse owners. "Go get the door, Jade." Kim said plopping down onto my table.
"Get the hell off my table, and you go get it." I told her pushing her off the table. "1,2,3--"Not it!" I finished before her and she rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, but she answered the door.
Even in his regular get up he still made it look like the most classy, sexy thing ever. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black forces. He had a gold chain and Rolex as accents. He was so sexy that sense is what it did not make. His hair was slicked back, and his scent of cologne and marijuana filled my nose.
"Can I come in?" He asked Kim who was just standing in the doorway staring at him. "No, no you can't come in. You didn't even change." She almost closed the door but I ran as best as I could in heels and stopped her. "Move." I pushed her out of the way and smiled at my handsome date.
"Hi, Danny." I said and he didn't respond for a moment, he just looked me up and down slowly. Our eyes met and he smiled, "You look beautiful, Jade." He genuinely smiled and I swear I felt my heart fluttering. "Thank you...you don't look bad yourself." I opened the door a little wider and walked to my island in the kitchen and grabbed my black purse, my phone and wallet.
I mainly kept makeup and stuff in my purse but my wallet and phone were always on me. Then I realized that I grabbed Kim's phone because Danny still had my phone, so I put it down.
I walked back into the living room to see Kim laying the law down on Danny. "No tongue kissing, no sex, no touchy feely, no making her pay, no looking at other girls, no talking to other girls, and don't be rude. She better be home by twelve because she has to go to the office tomorrow. And y'all be safe and have fun okay?" Danny looked like he wasn't worried for a second.
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