Default Title - Write Your Own

Part 1

"Damn, what the hell did I just do?" India thought as soon as they were finished. He stands up as the silhouette of a toned, muscular man appears in her peripheral. "Oh, you're getting dressed?" She asked attempting to sound disappointed enough to believe, but secretly hoping he would say yes. "Yeah, I gotta go, got to be at work early in the morning." he replied. She breathed out as she relaxed knowing that she had to take being sad for just a little while longer. "Oh okay, I understand...." letting her voice trail off. He walks over to her and kisses her on the forehead. "I'll text you in the morning." But she knew that was a lie. She had known Preston since middle school and even back then, he had a way with the ladies. Let me paint a picture. Dark hair, caramel skin, deep dark brown eyes that'll stare right into your soul, and a body chiseled that would make Tyson Beckford jealous. The thing is, Preston knew what he looked like and took full advantage of that. By the time we graduated high school, there hadn't been many that hadn't frequented his DMs once or twice on a late night. Except me. Up until 2 hours ago. India got up pacing nervously after he left. As she was walking to the bathroom to shower tonight away, her doorbell rang. "Who the fuck.......oh shit" as she looked through the peephole. She opens the door and there stands her boyfriend Anthony.