So Into You

Chapter 3

Premier days contain the following; hair and makeup, fasting for days, needing to fit in said perfect outfit picked out months ahead of time, sneak peak pics for the gram and occasional teasing from a pair of old friends.

"All my life, been grindin' all my life. Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price, Want a slice, gotta roll the dice

That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life. All my life, been grindin' all my life. Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price, Want a slice, gotta roll the dice

That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life."

Getting into the groove of premier night, the sounds of the late great Nipsey Hustle rant through the walls of my decent sized hotel room. There's curl wands on the counter; a few makeup cases opened, couple of dresses on hangers in the spacious bathroom and just wine flowing mixed with the good vibes.

Chris has stayed over my house over the weekend for the premier of Endgame. Yes a few kisses were shared, slight touching here and there but that's all it's been. Sharing a bed with him with our feelings out in the open, it's really different now for the both of us. The way he makes me feel now, is way different than before. We agreed we'd switch up the tradition and get ready at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, in separate rooms that happen to be 3 doors down from each other.

A familiar voice had been heard, on the other side of the door, over the music to suddenly stop the flow. Becoming alert, I had tightened the tie on my silk robe. "Knock knock."

Upon opening the door, I had to contain the excitement when Cleo came in. "Come on in, come on in!"

"I heard there was a certain goddess, that needed a dress for the one of the biggest Marvel movies ever. I of course care prepared and granted what the queen asked for." As she set up the dress on the rack next to Danai's, I unzipped it and was floored.

Cleo does not disappoint at all. The dress was white, with a gold beaded bodice flowing down from the breast line; cut out shoulders with spaghetti straps, a cape and it hit right at floor length. It was more elegant as I could imagine. A growing smirk appeared on my face, as a sinister thought came to mind and boy I was ready for it.

"That look, I know that look Roxanne." Danai was always on my toes when it came to certain moments. Especially in rehearsals, we formed a tight bond and I couldn't be happier to have her in this moment.

"Oh lord that look. The one look that says, "I plan on making guys sweat." Kind of look. Know it all too damn well."

"Whatever do you ladies mean?" I tried to play it off, but my face was giving it away too easily.

"Who are you planning on having to stop in their tracks this evening, Ms. Alexander?" Danai asked out of curiosity, while getting her makeup done.

A soft shrug and a smirk, was given. "That's for me to know, and for everyone to find out later if anything happens from it."

"Well, we gonna guess who the mystery man is." Cleo arched a brow in triumph.

"Cause he's putting a smile on that gorgeous face, and we wanna know who." Tessa, who is also one of my good friends, was always one to get on the case for anything.

"Guess away ladies. You may or may not get it."

Getting my hair curled, I felt a sense of adrenaline rush through me with trying to keep this a secret. Over 30 plus years of friendship, with added pent up sexual frustration, has come to a halt with a kiss and revelation.

Upon moisturizing my legs to shine in these pictures, I received a text from Chris. Only god knows what he wants at a time like this.

Chris: I bet you're gonna look real good tonight, baby doll.