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Terrified | Plans PT 1

Terrified | Plans PT 1

The mornings where I wake up with my face layered with sweat and my cock hard were the most difficult mornings. I didn't expect for this woman to be running everywhere in my mind. Seems like she was everywhere. I think about her and I dream about her a lot. It seems like Layla always finds her way into my twisted and deranged mind. There are times where I imagine myself in between her legs, but in reality I would just be falling asleep with my hands on either sides of my face as my head tilt forward.

It was unexplainable, and it was sometimes really irritating. How was I suppose to deal with the feelings I have her for? She's such a precious woman and I want to give her everything that I have to offer. There were even times where I could just picture us riding off into the sunset, but life isn't like that. Nowadays you have to do what you want to get want you want. There were so many scenarios that ran through my head. Only lord knows how far I would actually go if I want this lovely woman to be mine.

"Fuck," I cursed as I got out of bed, making my way to my bathroom so I could take a real cold shower. My friend below was aching and throbbing all by the thoughts of Layla who has my mind clouded.

I strip from my boxers quickly, wanting to get this material off of me before I lose it. With haste I turned the shower on and got in, allowing the cold water to ease my jumbled nerves and hot hormones.

With my hand I ran my fingers through my short brown hair, making sure to get the grime out of it. I then applied some shampoo and conditioner to fully wash my hair. I made sure to not allow my thoughts to wonder anywhere or else I would have been in the shower for some additional all time with my hand wrapped around my length.

When I was fully cleaned I grabbed my towel to wrap it around my waist. I stepped out of the shower and instantly I got the chills. Water trailed behind me as I walked out of my bathroom to my balcony.

The early June morning air hit my body and I instantly felt so relieved and calm at this moment.

"Come on Layla, or else we're gonna be late!" Shouted a voice from down below, and that made me look down to see no one other than Xavier who was waiting by the curb in front of the building leaning on his car. I scowl at how rude he was being and down right disrespectful. He gave Layla a dirty look as she walked towards him to get in the car. What made my blood boil even hotter is that he didn't even open the door for her nor did he compliment her on how good she looked.

He was white but seemed like he had a bit of Hispanic blood in him because of his slight accent when he spoke. He had black silky hair that was always in a low bun. Xavier stood around my height and had many more tattoos than I did. He was actually quite a good looking guy so to say, but he wasn't the right guy for her.

She deserved someone so much better than that douche bag. He didn't treat her right and it made me upset. But soon my thoughts faded away as they both took off to wherever they went.

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