Chapter 2: Re-Play

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She just stood there staring, judging. I know she's judging. Lord Jesus help me! 

"So, good morning. I'm Zane." his voice broke the awkward silence as he zipped his pants and held his hand out. 

"No thank you. Emerson, My room. Now." Mia gritted her teeth as i followed her upstairs. She was not happy. But in my defense she wasn't suppose to be back until later. God she's gonna kill me. 

She held the door open as she stared me down as i walked in. She's definitely going to kill me. Well at least i'll die some what happy. Kinda.

"Emerson, what the fuck?! You finally got laid! YASS!" She smiled as she started to change clothes, waiting for my response. I just stood there in confusion, staring at her. 

"Emerson, hello? Tell me everything!" she snapped her fingers in my face, bringing me from my thoughts. 

"Uh, yea? i met him last night at Bayou Club. So your not mad?" 

"Why would i be mad? You got laid!" She smiled big as she sat on the bed. She was definitely the perfect best friend. She's helped me through a lot, especially with helping me move forward with my life after all the chaos i ran from.

"He was amazing! God!" I laughed as i plopped on the bed beside her.  

"Is he big? He is fine as hell girl!" 

"I know! And yes girl, Huge." i said with a smile and wide eyes. 

"Emerson, i'm so happy your moving forward with your life you deserve it! So, enjoy your eye candy, i'll be back later. try not to fuck in the kitchen again!" She laughed as we stood up and she pulled me into a hug. 

"Thank you, Mia. And i can't make any promises!" I laughed. 

Mia smiled, rolled her eyes, shook her head and walked out the room. Only she knows the secrets i bare. 

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and I made my way back to the kitchen. Zane stood there waiting in all his perfectness. 

"So, I'm late love. Please do Not hesitate to call me." He leaned in and kissed my forehead. 

"But i don't have you-"

-"Its on the nightstand." he states as he walked out the door. 

I ran so quickly up the stairs, into my room almost running into the wall. A piece of paper sat on my night stand, i picked it up and there it was: Don't forget what i said. Call me 504-228-7755 What did he say? In the process of me trying to remember what he said, i remembered i still have a life and I'm late for work. Shit. 

I rushed to take a shower and get dressed. I've never been late for work, ever. Fuck my life. 

After arriving thirty minutes late and recieving the worst look from Tess. My bitchy boss. My long day began. Working in a book store isn't exciting, its usually pretty quiet. That was until he walked in. 

"Zane?" Why did i open my big fat mouth. 

"Emerson? Hey beautiful!" He smiled big as he walked toward me. 

"Hey." I waved as my face turned red. 

He pulled me into a hug, gently kissing my neck as he pulled away making my legs weak. 

"I get off at 6 pm." I blurted out as he raised his eyebrow at me, giving me a mischievous smirk. 

"Is that so?"

"Yes it is so." 

"Mia?"

"At  Charles." I smiled 

He winked at me and walked out. My body shivered with memories from this morning. I stared at the clock. Six-o-clock please hurry. 

6 P.M.

Finally, I have never rushed from work so fast. As soon as I turned the corner to go to my house i see him leaning against an all black charger with black tented windows. He was wearing a dark navy blue v-neck t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. Blue jeans with white Jordans. He smiled as our eyes met. Fuck. What am i doing? 

"How was work beautiful?" He walked over to me pulling me close. Before i could say anything i met my lips to his pulling him up the stairs to the front door. I opened the door pulling him inside. He closed the door as he picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. 

"Miss me?" 

"Fuck me." 


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