Ready For Rayne~Dak Prescott

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It's hard. To be by yourself, when all you want is somebody to depend on. But like my mother told me, if you ain't got you, then ain't nobody else gonna have you. Which is true of you really think about it. But it really is hard being alone. But I like it. I like the fact that I make it on my own. That I do my own thing. People always think that a girl needs a man to be strong. I don't need a man, or a woman for that matter. That's just the way I grew up, if you want something then you gotta earn it, it's not going to be given to you. Which is how I got into modeling. I started at the age of 14 when big name agencies started noticing me for my charismatic smile, and posture, and my personality. I moved out the day I turned 18 and paid my way through college, graduating with a degree in marketing. In order to make it, you gotta market yourself properly. But after I graduated everything just sort of fell into place. I moved to Dallas Texas, and did shots for charities, magazines, companies, and swimsuit shits. But today's challenge was something new. I've never done a sports shit. Ever in my life. But I grew up a Cowboys fan and this is a dream come true. Today's shot was a Cowboys themed photoshoot, and they said it would be at the Cowboys facility, while they practice. I'm stuck between fangirl and business. But hey who said you can't be both. I head out of my Dallas home, excited as hell, and head to the agency. Yes, I have an agent, even though I consider myself independent, but an agent helps me see the more tactical side of things. I walked in and immediately caught everybody's attention-
"Good morning Karysma"
"Morning everybody"
I smiled at them and went to my agent who was already to go. We went to the trailer, and headed to the Dallas Cowboys practice facility. When we got there the boys were practicing and they stayed away from the star in the middle of the field. My agent went through with a walk through with some of the poses I would be doing. We stood on the field where the star was and talked about the shoot and how excited I was about it. I met Coach Garrett and shook his hand and then my agent called me over. I went over and went to my trailer, and put the clothes on they decided for me. A Dak Prescott jersey, with short shorts, with black under my eye, and a Smokey eye look, and bright red lipstick, with Air Force 1's. I walked out on the field into the middle of the field to the Star, where the photographer was waiting for me. My favorite photographer Cris. He's funny and he's always ranting and raving about his boyfriend and thinks I need one. But he has me dead, and he knows everybody....like everybody.
"Babe!"
"Cris"
"You ready"
"Yea"
"Alright first for you is some basic standing shots with a football, you ready?"
"When am I not?
"Right"
We took a few shots of me standing, then I got on the grass, and laid down and made some sexy poses. After about an hour and a half we were finally finished and laughed our way off the field and that's when I saw him. Dak Prescott, in the flesh. He's even cuter in person, if we are being honest here. He xaught my eye and I blushed and tried to hurry back to the trailer. Then Cris being Cris went over there and have him dap and they talked until They started looking at me-
"Yea man, her name is Karysma, she's a little fiesty, beware I warned you"
I rolled my eyes and continued my way off the field. My agent gave me my phone, and I started going through my pictures on Instagram when they approached me. I was trying not to blush...but it failed-
"I couldn't help but notice you, I'm Dak"
"I know, I'm Karysma Rose"
"That's a pretty name"
"Thanks"
"So um...would like to you know go out with me sometime"
"Sure, let me get your number"
I gave him my phone so he could enter his number in and then I text him to he had my number. He then walked off and I blushed and Cris started making fun of me again. I laughed it off, and headed back to my trailer, and took the black under my eye off. Everything else was fine. I stayed and watched the res of practice before heading back to the agency, to pick up my car. When I left my phone went off:
Dak😍😘: hey just wanted to set everything up, when would you like to go out....is tonight fine
Me: tonight is fine, dressy or casual
Dak😍😘: Casual
Me: okay thanks what time
Dak😍😘: around 730, I'm picking you up
Me: okay here's My address...7564 Oakelbly Lane
Dak😍😘: literally down the street from me but okay I'll see you then
Me: lol see you then
Externally, I was excited. Internally I was freaking out. What if I don't look good? What if he decides he does like me? Wait-where the hell am I getting that shit from. My name is Karysma Rose-Coleman, and I couldn't give two fucks about who liked me. Maybe it's time for a change, maybe I should start caring. I think to myself
Remember the last time you cared. That nigga shattered your heart and broke you into pieces. Don't let a nigga get you that drawn up ever again. But what if Dak is different? What if he wants me for me and not these thick ass thighs of mine.
Okay it's official. I'm crazy. I'm over here arguing with myself. I head to my house and start to get ready. I pick out a nice casual white jumpsuit with a black headband and the same Air Force 1's. I hopped in the shower and and put the clothes on, and got a bite to eat, before laying on the couch and taking selfies. I checked my phone and saw that Dak had followed me on Instagram. I followed him back and smiled. I took a picture of my self and posted it on Instagram under this caption
@karysmaa_roseex ready for my date tonight, so excited....first time out in a while...yaay me....😗😗😗
I immediately got a call from my fellow model slash best friend Delana Walker, she's a football sister, her brother plays for the Titans.
"Ma'am?"
"Oui?"
"Who is this dude"
"His name is Dak"
"OMFG, are you serious but I got some things to tell you but Imma let you focus on Daky pooh"
"What the fuck Delana, you're not funny, but I'll talk to you later"
"Alright, "
"Bye"
I blushed and saw that Dak and commented a few heart eyes emojis and I blushed. I sat on the couch until 726, and I heard a car pull up. Dak. He rang the doorbell, and I answered it and it was him with a bouquet of azaleas. My favorites. I took the flowers and smelled them and smiled. He gave me a hug, and proceeded to take me out on what turned out to be a life changing night.