Addicted 2 Moni(editing before completion for book publishing reason)

Drunk on Desire

Harmony^^

Moni's POV

6:00 PM

I sit up in bed, stretching as my muscles protest. I can't believe I slept this long. Sliding off the bed, I grab my comfy pajamas—a snug white tank top and grey cotton pants—and head to the bathroom for a long, hot shower.

Hygiene Routine

The bathroom fills with steam as the hot water cascades over my skin, washing away the sleep. I take my time, lathering my vanilla sugar body wash onto a loofah and scrubbing it gently over my skin. The sweet scent fills the air, soothing and comforting.

I close my eyes, letting the hot water rinse the suds away, before grabbing my honey and oat shampoo. Massaging it into my scalp, I savor the way the soft bubbles glide through my hair. After rinsing, I work conditioner through the ends, smoothing and detangling every strand.

Stepping out, I wrap a towel around me and grab another to pat my hair dry. My reflection in the fogged-up mirror greets me, and I use my hand to wipe it clear.

I smooth vanilla sugar lotion over my arms and legs, making sure every inch of my skin is soft and glowing. Once my skin is fully moisturized, I slip into my nude bra and matching panties, the silky fabric cool against my warm skin.

Grabbing my rat-tail comb, I part my damp hair down the middle, letting the strands fall evenly on both sides. Taking a bit of Shea butter moisturizer, I massage it into my scalp, the circular motions helping me relax.

I braid each side into sleek French braids, securing them at the ends. With a small brush, I lay my edges down neatly, the simple action making me feel polished.

Feeling satisfied, I slip into my white tank top and grey pajama pants. The fit hugs my body in all the right places, comfortable yet flattering.
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I sit back on my bed and turn on the TV. The soft glow fills the room as I settle into the pillows, my thoughts wandering to Dewayne. I wonder if he'll really come by tonight.

Just as I'm starting to doubt it, my phone chimes.

Wayne😍🤤: Wyd beautiful?
Me: Relaxing and watching TV. Hbu?
Wayne😍🤤: Thinking about seeing you when I get off. 😩
Me: 😫
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Dewayne's POV

10:00 PM

Finally off work. I climb into my car and start it up, pulling out my phone to open the GPS. Her address from earlier pops up immediately.

Me: I'm omw, babygirl. 🚗💨
Moni❤️❤️: Okay.

On the way, I stop by a liquor store and grab a bottle of Dom Pérignon. It feels like the right move—something nice to show her I'm paying attention.

At a red light, I glance at myself in the rearview mirror, adjusting my black fitted shirt and running a hand over my hair. My grey joggers fit just right, and my black Huaraches complete the look, but still—why the hell am I so nervous?

Pulling into her complex, I park and step out, the bottle of champagne in hand. My palms feel clammy, and I wipe them on my joggers. She already has me feeling all types of ways, and I barely even know her.

As I walk up to her door, I pause to adjust my shirt again, trying to shake off the nerves. I knock lightly.
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Moni at the Door