One day Mercedes, a model meets Damien, who owns a multi-millon dollar company. She starts falling for him and he starts falling for her, but when soon she realizes how dangerous this man is. Will she survive the nightmare? or will she be able to ge...
Damien was in his house officeeating cereal and then he thought about Mercedes.
Damien: *starts searching her name and he pictures pop up* You are so beautiful Ms. Mercedes. *eats some more cereal* This picture is gorgeous.
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Damien: I gotta have you. *leans back in his seat* And I will.
A few hours later...
Andrew: Man everybody knows the best team in basketball. Everybody!
Christain: The warriors.
Andrew: Hell nah. The Lakers! Period.
Christian: My nigga, Steph Curry is better than all the Laker players!
Andrew: That's a damn lie.
Damien: If y'all don't shut up with that bs man.. Who cares? We're focusing on how we can get in contact with Mercedes.
Andrew: The chick you was talking to last week?
Damien: Yeah her. I still haven't seen her around. She said that's how I'd get her number.
Christian: Welp. You probably won't ever see her again. Another nigga probably all up in tha-
Damien: Shut up Chris. *grabs him by his shirt*
Christian: Yoo! Chill! It was a joke man.
Damien let's him go and Christian was fixing his shirt.
Andrew: You take your medication man?
Damien: I'm good man.
Andrew: You remember the last girl you got like this over? Where is she?
Damien: This meeting is over. I'll handle it myself. *he goes upstairs and they look at each other*
The next day.. The mall..
Rachel: So.. You didn't give him your number?
Mercedes: I said if I see him again I would.
Rachel: Wow. You playin that card? *laughs* He is probably waiting on that day to come. Oouu this is cute isn't it? *holding up and little pink and white dress*
Mercedes: It iisss.
Rachel: Okay back to this guy. Was he attractive?
Mercedes: Very. *they laugh*
Rachel: Is he financially stable? Like not living with his momma type nigga.
Mercedes: He doesn't.
Rachel: What makes you so sure?
Mercedes: He has his own business. Trust me when I say, he's not a living with his momma type nigga.
Rachel: Ookayyy sisss. *phone rings* Hello?... *sighs and looks at Mercedes* What is it Joey?... We have nothing to speak about... Well you should've thought about that before you cheated..... *she holds up her finger to Mercedes and walks to the restroom*
Mercedes: *shakes her head* Oouu this is cute. *picks up the red leather jacket*
???: It would look even better on you.
Mercedes: *jumps* Oh my God. Puts her hand on her chest* Damien you scared me.
Damien: Sorry.
Mercedes: what are you doing here?
Damien: Well, I was shopping at the store across from here and I seen you.
Mercedes: Oh okay. *looking at more clothes*
Damien: Your friend looked a little upset.
Mercedes: Yeah. It's complicated, but I'm not going to tell her business. That's her place.
Damien: I understand. Oh.. We've met again, so run me them digits baby girl.* he said makingher laugh and so did he*
Mercedes: Right. I keep my word, so *puts her hand out* Give me your phone.
Damien: What's the magic word?
Mercedes: Do you want my number or not because I can go an-
Damien: No no no, here.*quickly takes out his phoneand hands it to her*
Mercedes: Alright. You have my number now. *calls her phone* And I have yours.
Damien: Appreciate it. I'll talk to you later. *winks at her*
Mercedes: *blushing*
Rachel: I'm ba- What you blushing for? *follows her eyes* Is that him?
Mercedes: Mhm.
Rachel: Look at you. Lusting after his flesh. *pulls her* Let's go. Tina wants us to come over.
