I woke up stretched out in a booth my head was kinda sore.
Imani are you okay? It was meshac, I thought I was dreaming. He was sitting across the way from me saying something but i was mesmerized by his lips and that tounge And the silhouette of his face everything and bababyy don't get started on that savor flavor. This man really had a hold on me and he don't even know it.
Then he broke my concentration and started snapping his fingers. RUDE!
Lemme tell you something don't snap yo goddamn fingers at me little boy thats disrespectful, but I forgot who I was talking to. I got out the booth amd walked toward the door but got slung back.
Disrespectful? little boy? You gotta lot of nerves if I was all that I woulda smacked you down or would have left yo ignorant ass laid out on the floor, I know it's been years since you seen me but baby I'm a grown ass man. I looked him up and down and pushed passed him but he felt like a ton of bricks, daddy was built. So I walked around him and didn't say anything.
And make sure you go directly home cause these streets not for you little girl.
And after he said that I got in my Porsche and drove off.
I pulled up in my parking lot, it was 2 in the morning, I wasn't even tired. I don't see derricks car in the drive way, he's probably at his conference dinner... we'll leave it at that. I go inside the house and head upstairs straight to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and let that hot water hit my back. I stepped out after about an hour, I got dressed and dozed off.
Today was a long day.
Alarm goes off
It's 5 in the morning I had to wake up and get dressed for work. I seen Derrick knocked out in bed, I just shook my head and went to the closet to get dressed. This house is not the same anymore. I hope he has another meeting cause as soon as I get back I'm packing up my shit and leaving.
I pull up to the photo shoot with my steak egg and cheese bagel and mocha frappe full of energy. I walked in and was greeted by the infamous Charlie Laquir, the world's most fast French designer. He was a short stout fat man with red hair and his accent was so thick he had an interpreter. she was gorgeous, but she overdid her makeup a tad bit.
Hi, im Simone Reggis. And you are?
I almost choked on my damn drink.Simone??? Derricks wife.
Hi, I'm Imani, I smirked a bit because as soon as I said my name her nose flared up but she still kept a smile on her face... oohhhuu she hates me now.
Just as long as she don't intervene with my money we'll be okay.
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Lovin' an inmate
Non-Fiction22 year old imani Chester is a model who's caught in the cross fire between two men, her first love Meshac and her football player boyfriend Derrick . Imani has feelings for both guys but she has to make a decision before its too late and secrets g...