Steffanie Boldman
Groaning, I stretched my limbs and rubbed the grogginess out my eyes.
Looking down I noticed Melania was still asleep with her arms wrapped around my waist her body pressed tightly against mine.
She of course had most of the bed and her leg hung over mine, invading even more space.
"Bed hog." I muttered while pushing her off of me, not so gently either. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my phone checking the time.
10:36 am.
Sighing I locked my phone as I descended down the steps and headed towards the kitchen. I groaned a little once I heard my phone go off indicating a text message. Who could be texting me this early besides Mel?
I furrowed my eyebrows once I saw who it was from as I took a long sip of a Bolthouse smoothie I grabbed from the fridge.
Justin B:
Get dressed.
I have never been so confused over the two simplest words and also the fact I've never met a Justin B in my life.
Deciding not to think much of it, I facetimed the contact and waited patiently as the call connected. I was genuinely curious as to who this stranger was. My eyes damn near bulged out of my head once his face came onto the screen, his eyes shining bright as a smirk was painted across his face.
"You put your number in my phone? When?" I asked self consciously running my fingers through my hair as he watched my every movement through the screen. "Don't worry about it damsel, just get ready." I watched his lips as he spoke, licking my own preparing to respond but the call abruptly ended.
Well damn, who did he think he was? He didn't say a time, or place to meet. He just said, get ready. Deciding I wouldn't be the one to tell this beautiful man no, I made my way back up the steps and raided Melania's closet.
I grabbed a plain white cropped tank top with thin straps and light wash ripped skinny jeans. The top did a bad job at covering my D cup breasts and my nipples showed right through. The tattered rips of my jeans danced along the front and back as well as right underneath my ass.
After I got dressed and washed up, I stood in front of the mirror and turned to the side, trying to see as much of my outfit as I can. God I hoped he liked it. I let my hair fall down my back in natural waves, slipping a hair tie on my wrist just in case I got tired of it.
Walking down the steps I adjusted my large purse on my shoulder, my heartbeat accelerated as I thought of seeing him again. What the actual fuck was I doing? I didn't know this guy from a can of paint but God I was so excited for something new to occur in my sad ass life.
Just as I was going to walk into the kitchen, three knocks sounded from the front door and I jumped simultaneously.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into my Tory flip flops before swinging the front door open to reveal Justin. Justin B.
Without saying a word, he grabbed my arm pulling me out of the house my face flushed from the sudden contact and I cursed at my body for being so easily affected by him.
I grunted, stubbornly trudging behind him as I quickly swung the front door closed behind our abrupt exit.
My eyes widened at the car that was parked in the driveway.
It was a shiny black Porsche, which was spotlessly clean. Jesus, how much money did this man have?
Squealing lightly I reached for the door handle but quickly it was pushed back against my side.
