"He's called me twice since then but I've ignored both calls. I mean how did he even get my number? And how is his number in my phone?"
My closest friend at the time, a skinny, fake blonde replied simply "Honey, you were drunk."
"He's such a gentleman though, like when do you ever come across them?"
She snickered "Only once you turn 30 and you're ready to marry."
She was not helping, we wouldn't last long as friends, I never really liked her, she just attracted hot guys.
I gave up on asking barbie for advice so when I got home, I called my Auntie.
"It's not fair. He's too nice."
I could almost hear my Auntie frowning. "Sounds like he's too good to be true."
"But I don't want a relationship!" I complained.
"Don't get involved then! Simple." I knew she was right. If I didn't want a relationship I should let him know. So what was holding me back then? Maybe it was a fear of hurting him. Or just maybe the fear of no more hookups with him. He had found my weakness.
"So...what now then?" I questioned.
"Tell him. Everything. It was only one night. So just tell him. Not like you'll break his heart or anything!" She was right...she was always right.
He was my complete weakness. He called me by name just like Dad did, but no one else. That made me weak at the knees. He was so innocent and kind and caring and gentle and attractive. His smile hooked me every time. His eyes indulged me and his arms made me feel home. He had me hooked from day one.
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Long nights and street lights
RomansI'm Aisha, my story is unlike any other, I hope you will learn from my mistakes. Aisha, a young adult lived an unhappy life until she met Connor. After a little, she became bored and began to go back to her old lifestyle. This is her story of hardsh...
