7||Y o l i 's B i r t h d a y B a s h

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Date: 4/4/ 15
Day of the Week: Saturday
Location: Los Angeles, California
Place: Ciara's Condo

"Russ! Have you seen my shoes!?"

"Which ones? You have a ton of them!"

"The black red bottoms." She yelled.

"You have a ton of those!" She sighs out in frustration.

"The ones that strap up."

"Ci...they're in the back of your closet. It's a shame I know where you misplace all of your stuff." He says once she walks into the room. She ignored his comment.

"Thank you." She blew him a kiss before continuing to scurry around the room to get ready. Russ made his way to her walk-in bathroom.

"How can you misplace your shoes in your own house?" He mumbled to himself as he shook his head, chuckling afterwards.

"Women." He said aloud.

While Ciara was getting herself together, Russ was in the bathroom trimming his facial hair. Tonight, they were going out to celebrate one of Ci's best friend's birthday with some of her other friends.

"Russ which dress should I wear?" She asked as she stood in the doorway holding up two dresses. He stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at the dresses. One red and the other black.

"The red one. I like that one, and it would look great against your skin." He watched as the corners of her lips curved upward into a smile. She placed a strand of her hair behind her ear while blushing slightly.

"The red one it is." She walked over to her closet to put her dress on and then to the bathroom. She stood in the doorway, examining Russell from head to toe.

"Somebody looks handsome tonight." She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her chin on his shoulder. He turns around and looks down at her, wrapping her in his arms.

"I always look handsome." She rolled her eyes.

"Cocky much? Can't even say thank you."

"You know I'm just messing with you. Thank you. You looking real good in this dress tonight, too. Mmmm mmm mmm." He bit his lip. She let out a giggle before hitting his chest with her matching Prada clutch.

"You better hurry up and finish getting ready before I leave you. The party will be starting soon." She spoke as she looked at the time on her phone.

"You're not gonna leave me, woman." He caresses her cheek.

"Who won't? Try me." She places her phone in her clutch and starts walking off into her bedroom.

"Ciara...you better not. I'm almost done." He called out from the bathroom as he tried to hurry and finish trimming his facial hair.

"I was just playing. Take your time." She says as she takes a seat on her bed. She crosses her legs, scrolling through her phone.

"It's some shady people in this world." She shook her head.

"What are you talking about?" He looked at her from the bathroom. She held her phone up while rolling her eyes. He then walked over to her and took the phone from her hands. He smacked his lips and shook his head in annoyance.

"Don't worry about them. You're happy, so that's all you need to worry about. This is your life. Don't let them come in between what we can have together. This is our life, and we're the only ones that get to make the decisions in it." He pulled her up and used his thumbs to caress the sides of her face gently. Sending cold chills down her spine.

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