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Storm locked the door to the house & headed towards D'Angelo's car. D'Angelo leaned against the car, watching her as she walked over. She looked flawless to him, and once again his hormones started to get the best of him. He wanted to pick her up, put her on the hood of his car, and fuck her for all the world to see, but he resisted. They needed to go out because all they did was fuck, and it was probably why they were so fucked up.
Besides, he knew if the date was successful, he'd probably be getting some ass in the backseat afterward.
"Hey," He said as she finally made it to the car.
"Hi," Storm took a minute to check him out. He had on a black polo shirt, jeans and the black and white Jordan Taxi's. A chain rested comfortably on his chest and a Rolex sat comfortably on his left wrist. He even decided to put his earring in. Storm loved when he put his earring in.
She bit her lip, watching as he opened the door for her.
"Thank you," She said as she climbed in. He closed the door behind her, walked over to his side, got in & pulled off.
A half an hour later, they pulled up to the Wildfire in Oak Brook, the parking lot kind of packed. But what did they expect on a Saturday? They got out & went in. The hostess told them it would be a 45 minutes wait, so they grabbed the restaurant pager and sat in the car.
The two sat quietly as 'King's Dead' played lowly. The silence between the two killed D'Angelo so he started singing along.
"I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it, I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it, I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah, Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss," He nodded his head to the beat & Storm decided to join.
"I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it, I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? I got big dog status, it ain't no secret."
Future's little stupid part came on & they both ended up belting it out.
"LA DI DA DI DA, SLOB ON ME KNOB! PASS ME SOME SYRUP, FUCK ME IN THE CAR, LA DI DA DI DA, MOTHAFUCK THE LAW, CHITTY CHITTY BANG, MURDER EVERYTHING!" The two broke into a laugh as Jay Rock started rapping.
"Aw man, that nigga Future a fool for that shit," D'Angelo said between laughs.
"Who told him that was okay?" Storm asked giggling.
"I don't know, but they need to not send that nigga off like that again." They laughed a little more before finally calming down.
"Remember when I wanted to be a famous singer?" Storm asked & D'Angelo let out a howl.
"Yes! You had a lil group, what was it called?"
"Pretty Hustle," Storm said laughing & he cracked up some more.
"Yeah with ya lil friends. You was the main singer, and the other two were rappers. You kept showing me them lil love songs you was making & shit. You ain't even know anything bout no damn love." She still didn't.
