DATE NIGHT.
After talking to Dwayne for a while, we settled for a poetry club and a park afterwards.
That man was so intelligent and luxurious.
Looking at the time, it was about 4:15 pm. We plan to meet at 5:30 because the show started at 5:45. I needed some last minute items, so I grabbed my keys, purse, and sexy sunglasses. Waiting for the elevator, I got a text.
Dwayne: can't wait to see your beautiful self tonight :)
I couldn't help but blush. My stomach was full felt like transformers were wrestling around inside.
Me: thanks you! Can't wait to see you either! I'm glad I called you.
When the elevator arrived, I looked up to see Matt standing inside. Looking over my shades, I give him the devious eyes.
"DAMN ALISHA.. You look.. Amazing!"
"....." Stepping in the elevator I kept quiets and we went down to the main floor. I wanted to throw up, he made me so sick.
I can feel his eyes undressing me, it was making me uncomfortable.
"Can you stop!" I kirked
"I'm sorry. It's hard to want something you can't have." He said.
"You had me, you kept secrets from me, you loss me. Sounds like you did this to yourself.."
"Lisha, c'mon.. You know I care-" the elevator made it to the main floor and opened wide.
"I don't want to hear your crap Matt, bye." I put my headphone in and walked away switching my hips because I know he was still watching me. Thank god for these glasses, my eyes were on the edge from overflowing with tears.
"Get yourself together Lisha, come on!" Encouraging myself. I sucked up the tears and turned plugged up my phone. Blasting "Ready" by B.O.B ft Future, I pulled out the parking garage and went my way.
I made a pit stop at CVS, got some gum, an Arizona Tea and lipgloss.
Dwayne: so am I. Ill wait for you outside the club.
Finally in my way, the closer I got to the destination, the more nervous I got. I never really for nervous so this was kinda different.
Parkin my car in the lot behind the club, I walked to the front. Looking for Dwayne, I don't see him anywhere.
Standing in front of the club, I feel kinda stupid.. After a while, I feel someone grab my hand and pull me away from the club.
"Come with me." Was softly whispered in my ear.
"what? No!" Then I realized it was Dwayne dressed simply handsome. I thought I was going to get killed or something, but now that I know it's him, I let him lead the way.
"Where are we going? What about the show?" He wasn't answering anything. He just kept walking in the darks, leading me forward. "Dwayne!"
"Alisha, you ask too many questions haha." He stopped and looked me dead in the face, holding both me hands. "Do you trust me? We're going to have a great time."
I didn't say anything, I just looked down because I didn't know how I felt. Holding my face, he lifts my chin so that I'm looking up to him.
"Trust me?"
"Okay." We walked through a back door, what was I getting myself into?
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