The Deception Chronicles Book #1

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Terrance -

I hopped on the plane with thoughts of Danelle on my mind. I missed her I needed to see her bad. I missed kissing her, holding her, hugging her. I miss the smell of her perfume, her smile, the way she wore her hair behind her ear. Her laugh, especially whenever she was laughing at one of my corny ass jokes. I missed her bad and I needed to see her. I pulled out my iPod and some old school Prince came on. I smiled because she loved Prince. His song head was her favorite. I began blasting up my headphones smiling as I thought about the day me and D met.

I remember it like yesterday, I had just got off my truck driving shift. I was tired as hell from driving, loading, and unloading trucks all night long. I was about to go home and get some much needed rest and a shower, but I had to get a cup of coffee from Starbucks. The only Starbucks nearby was in Target right off of Kings Drive. I parked my car in front of the shopping center and hopped out.

I walked inside the store and I don't know why but instead of going to get coffee, I found myself in the electronics aisle knowing damn well I didn't need shit. I was deciding between a Usher CD or a Jagged Edge CD when I spot the sexiest thing walking down the soap aisle with a basket full of shit she probably wasn't even supposed to buy. I licked my lips putting the CD's down not even caring about where I placed them. I watched her with hooded eyes as she sashayed down to the shoe department.

I put my hands in my pocket thinking about what I was going to say. I mean she didn't look like she took no bullshit. She was straight business, so I had to come at her correct. I checked to make sure my breath was okay. I stopped in front of a mirror making sure I looked the part. I put my hat on and zipped my uniform up a little. I wiped my self off and I was glad I didn't have any grease on my pants or nothing like that.

Once everything was to my liking, I spotted her trying to reach a shoe on top of the shoe shelf. She was so damn short. I chuckled as I put a piece of gum in my mouth running to her assistance. "Yo let me help you with that ma," I said as I reached up grabbing the shoe.

"This the one you want?' I asked. When I looked back down she was checking a nigga out. Licking her lips and looking me up and down. I smirked doing the same. Her nails and feet looked as if she had just left the nail shop. Freshly down with a little glitter on them like I liked it. Crusty ass toes was a major turn off. She had on a pair of brown flip flops, along with some skinny jeans that was sent down from God himself, and a Brown Shirt that had Houston on it.

"Uh Yeah thanks for helping me, I- I don't know what I was thinking trying to reach that high," she chuckled.

"Awe nah you good, even though you a shorty," I said making her laugh. "Shut up," she blushed. I chuckled and for a moment it got awkward. I looked down in her cart and saw she had about four or five books in there. "So you be reading them freaky books huh?" I asked as I picked up one of the books.

"Uhm no I do not," She said playing innocent. "So it ain't no sex scenes in there?" I asked skipping my lips as we began walking. "Maybe maybe not but the entire book is not a sex book for your information, I mean do you read?" She asked.

"If you must know, I do read but I don't read porn I rather create it," I said chuckling while sticking out my tongue. "freak," she giggled. "Says the woman who's reading the first lady's husband, my best friends man and threesome," I said reading the book titles.

"Okay I'm just reading them you over there fantasizing about creating a porn," she said as we both giggled.

"Whatever girl let me get my coffee," i laughed. "OMG you like Starbucks too?" She asked. "Yeah I get a small coffee sometimes or a hot chocolate," I replied.