Scarlett
"Stop fussing over yourself." Carmen said pulling my arms to the side from just behind me. "You look great."
"You really think so?" I asked turning my head to the side attempting to take my appearance in once more.
"Yes I do. Derrick is going to shit bricks when he gets a whiff of this." The mention of Derrick's name caused me to roll my eyes lightly. I looked on a bit longer into the mirror. And decided I needed this night out more than I originally thought, I couldn't continue to sit in the house moping over a love lost. It was time for me to put myself back out there. And what better way to do it then to attend a Hollywood movie premiere.
There had to be something cute, successful and single there I'd be able to push up on. Or at least attempt to. It had been three years since I had been off the market so to speak. Three years wasted. Derrick and I started off great. However our promising relationship quickly turned into something toxic. I endured as many lies and as much cheating as I could in hopes that he'd come around and see in himself what I saw in him. But he never did. Years of emotional abuse finally caught up to me and I started to lose myself. My confidence had been diminished. And my peace of mind had long run off.
Pretending to be happy was tiring. And one day I finally found the courage to leave. It's only been a couple of weeks but thanks to my bestfriend Carmen they've been fairly manageable. I'll admit the first week was all tears, ice cream and romantic movies. But Carmen was right there by my side literally sitting on my cellphone so I wouldn't reach out or respond to Derrick's text or calls. And at the threat of physical violence I had made sure to keep my word not to return to him and his manipulative ways. Everything in me believed her when she told me she'd beat my ass if I tried her again.
"C'mon Chica or we're going to be late." She said playfully slapping me on the ass. I glanced over the red bodycon dress that hugged my body ever so nicely. It was mid thigh length and had a long drop in the front that dared to reach my belly button but fell just short. I ran my hands over my asymmetrical feather cut bob and decided that my light makeup was indeed a great choice. My hair and body in this dress was already a mood.
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"This is not what we agreed to." I squeezed through clenched teeth as Carmen continued to drag me towards the red carpet.
"Trust me." She snarled in identical fashion. Next thing I knew we were being ushered down the carpet and carefully placed for photos. The paparazzi had no idea who I was but of course they were happy to see Carmen. She managed talent and was very good at her job. She was well known and respected in the Hollywood community.
I smiled and wrapped my arm around Carmen's waist as she had mine. It was a lot to take in. The flashing lights and strange people yelling at you to turn your head in different directions. But also mildly flattering hearing them call you beautiful and many other complementizes. Any doubt I had about my appearance quickly faded.
We were ushered further down the carpet and I made sure to mouth thank you and wave friendly as we made our way. As I attempted to pose for the next set of pictures a few loud screams from just behind us caught my attention. "Michael!" They all screamed trying their hardest to get his attention. Meanwhile he had all of mine. I was star struck. Michael B. Jordan was only a few feet away from me and he was even more handsome in person.
He was placed in the same spot we had just stepped away from. He smiled and my eyes roamed over the way the navy blue suit he wore hugged his body. I don't exactly know how but he managed to look even taller and bulkier in the flesh. My eyes roamed over his chest, his shoulders and down his arms. And I felt my clit twitch.
