[WARNING- This is a stud for stud story.. If you are not interested or have anything against it please don't read the book because hate is not being tolerated, thanks.]
Melancholy- to have much sadness or anger.
my mom always taught me to smile...
Checking out the outfit on the bed I tried to make sure everything looked perfect. From shirt to shoes I examined it closely then smirked. I'm gonna look so fire with the shit on.
I went in the restroom and turned on the shower to get prepared for whatever was gonna happen tonight.
If I were to say that I'm nervous would I sound like a bitch? Probably. But I just have many doubts. I know it's incorrect to judge a book by its cover but my intuition is telling me to just cancel.
I'm not the type to just bail and PLUS it's still weird because I never thought I'd see myself with someone who was just and or more dominant than me.
Should I give her a chance ? Should I even try it.. or maybe I'm just nervous because.. I like her.
Washing my face I soon got out the shower not even realizing I finished bathing my body. When I stepped out I dried myself and put on baby oil and cologne just so it could stay.
I feel like I'm the only one who does this. Not my fault I do the weirdest shit but it works.
Soon after I finished getting dressed the blue jean jacket , black pants and shoes complemented me pretty well. How could I lie I looked like a fucking meal.
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Maybe that meal won't be the only thing she's eating toni-
I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Is that her?" I looked at my watch. "She's not suppose to be here until 9:00." Sighing I walked downstairs and twisted the door knob opening it.
"Hey bitch." The voice said. I rolled my eyes and turned on the light to a well dressed Leslie.
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