" You view me as your possession and not as your boyfriend. I can't do it anymore. " I whimpered as his grip on my arm refused to release me. "
" I'm not ready to let you go Roman. You're mines. " He threatened, pointing his finger in my face.
This...
Tearin' up the place, I'm a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist. Run up on me playin', I'mma aim it at ya face, And that go for anybody, anyway, aye, I'm a rich blood, by the way, And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape, Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait Don't wanna talk, man, I said, I need some space- Young Thug
Mizhano Abrams
I walked into the shop waiting for someone to come to assist me. I looked around, and there wasn't anyone at the desk. I looked down at the bell, and tapped on it a couple of times. I hear rustling coming from around the corner before some dude pops out. He looked to be around my age bracket. He looked up at me, and removed his headphones from his ears.
" How can I help you? " He inquired taking a seat in the chair behind the desk, setting his phone aside.
" I've been standing here for damn near thirty minutes. " I complained.
" I apologize. I was on break, and we didn't have any scheduled appointments. Who were you coming to see? "
" Not really coming to see anyone. Well, if you count seeing Kenz to pick up my car today. " I explained.
He nodded understandingly. " Kenz isn't here today. I can get it out for you though. Come with me. "
He stood to his feet motioning for me to follow him. I watched as he grabbed some keys, and exited from behind the desk. He walked ahead in front of me towards the side door. We left out, walking towards the garage section. I couldn't help but admire dudes jeans. He had a nice small little booty, and his chocolate skin color glistened in the sunlight. He surely isn't wearing proper work attire.
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He looked back at me as my eyes shot up from his petite derriere. We approached the garage door as he unlocked it. He bent over to unlock the garage door, and my head extend to the side. I got a peek at his blue and green under armour boxer briefs. The crease was slighted in his crack so perfectly. He raised the garage as I stepped back. I looked at my car sitting there so clean. It's a rust bucket but it gets me from point A to point B. You do better.
He walked inside as I casually trailed behind him. He walked over to a wall that held keys on it. He stood looking over the wall.
" Which ones is yours? " He looked back at me as my daze was on his butt again. "Hey! " He clapped in my face.
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