𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑. | 𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐊. (DISCONTINUED)

𝐎𝐍𝐄 - ❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐁𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐒?!❞ (𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.)

❝ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ fɪʟʟ ʏᴏ ɢᴜᴛs ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ fɪʟʟ ʏᴏ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛs ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ.❞

TAYMOR

"Okay, so we have rice, seaweed sheets, cucumbers, avocado, tuna, salmon, shrimp, asparagus, crab, cream cheese, soy sauce, spicy mayo, and wasabi, as you requested, and a bottle of our most expensive champagne. Help yourself to anything at the bar, and if you all need anything else, just press this button." Our waitress said with a smile, leaving Youngboy and I alone again, who's real name is Kentrell, which I learned from our awkward ten minute conversation over the phone yesterday.

To be honest, the "date" wasn't even that bad. He took me to some make your own sushi place that had just opened up in downtown LA, and everybody knows that anything that had to do with sushi, or Japanese food in general, was the key to my heart. It was a cute restaurant on the one hundredth floor of a building I've never heard of in all of the twenty years I've been living in LA, and there were beautiful Japanese decorations all over the place, and large glass windows with an amazing view of the city. Kentrell had requested one of their private rooms with more comfortable seating that was cushioned and built into the wall, and there was also a TV, a bar, and a separate bathroom in there as well.

Nonetheless, he had really surprised me. I knew he had money, but from our interactions with each other previous to getting to the restaurant, I honestly had expected to be at some ghetto restaurant right now. I was even more surprised that he remembered me mentioning my love for sushi. Don't get me wrong though, I was still uncomfortable, and his demeanor alone was very intimidating. Every time this nigga looked at me I felt like he was trying to stare into my soul.

But despite all of that, he had actually been cool so far, he wasn't too touchy feely or invasive, and he kept our conversations short and PG. I could tell he was getting flustered with me at one point, because I wasn't showing even the slightest bit of interest in him, but he was very patient and still tried his best to remain friendly. I could hear Nick in my ear right now, telling me that I was messing my money up and that I needed to try harder because "I wasn't being believable", but how do you act gay?

"Damn, I even took you out to get sushi and you still all tense and shit," Kentrell laughed, observing me through his low, bloodshot eyes as I rolled my crab and cream cheese up into a seaweed sheet, "Stop acting so shy, I don't bite I promise."

I looked at him, my dark brown eyes meeting with his hazel ones as I mean mugged him and stuffed a sushi roll in my mouth. I then looked back down to start on making another one, still not saying a word to Kentrell. I wasn't interested in anymore small talk, I wanted to eat, and I thought that it was pretty obvious by now. Guess not.

"You mean as fuck," Kentrell commented, leaning back as he took a sip from his wine glass, never taking his eyes off of me, "But we gon' change that," He assured confidently, leering at me while he licked his lips, ending it with a subtle and seductive lip bite.

I scrunched my face up in disgust as I looked at him, nearly gagging on my sushi. This nigga would never actually start flirting with me. "I'm not gay-"

"And neither am I, I just like what I like. And I like you." He admitted boldly, a sly smirk resting on his face. "And if you ain't gay why you hea' wit' me, huh?" He inquired, leaning forward as if he was actually interested in what I was going to say. He already knew what was up.