❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

Player 2 (Dillon)

"I just don't see why you don't like me" Why am I still here?

"Dillon why can't you just accept the fact that I'm way out of your league" I didn't hear a response fom him.

All I heard was the sound of his laughter as he walked into the bathroom.

"Baby, no one is out of my league."

"Yeah right. Keep thinking that" I replied reaching for the tube of mascara.

"Aww. Why'd you change out of the skirt?" I sighed and moved closer to the sink when Dillon came up behind me.

"Because I don't need someone like you trying to look up my skirt"

"Like I said. It's not like I haven't seen all of before" He replied placing two hands on my butt.

"Because when we were younger, you wanted to be a little creep. I knew it was you"

"Well you should have closed your curtains." He whispered kissing my neck.

A cope years ago, when we were 16 Dillon thought it would be nice to look at me through my window while I was changing. He never told the truth about who it really was over there, but I know it was him.

"Dillon..."

"Yeah that's right baby say it louder"

"Dillon. Get the hell off of me"

"I'll get off of you if you go on a date with me"

"Hell to the no" I would never go on a date with him.

"Well.." his kisses got lower and he moves my shirt strap off my shoulder.

"Dude. Your with a new girl every night. I don't want to be another girl who you just forget all about when you have sex with me."

"Wait. Just let me take you one date and I'll show you just how good I can be"

I hesitated for a moment.

"No."

"Please.." I loved seeing him beg.

"Fine. Pick me up at 8."

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