To be or not to be...

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Ugh, i feel like crap. What happened last night? I wondered. My head was pounding and my tongue was extremely dry. I stood up, but quickly fell back down. Oh man, i did take ecstasy. I need Rich. Where is he? I quickly stood up to grab my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and saw 1 new message and 1 video. Both of them are from Jamal. Pussy got him sprung. Too bad he lost his last few chances. As i looked to see what the hell his dumb ass wanted, i heard my door open.
Oh my fucking God, i need me a quick piece of Rich! He came in my room, fresh out the shower.

"Rich...um, what exactly happened last night?"

"You were fucking Jamal in the bathroom at a club." he said with no emotion.
Oh, no. No,no,no!

"Rich, if i said something yesterday i shouldn't have, I'm sorry, okay? Now, tell me why you're in my room exactly?" i said sexily. I cant not flirt with a nearly naked man in my room, okay? And he is Fine af.

"I wanted to do something for a long time, and i think that what happened yesterday made me open my eyes. I shouldn't be afraid of the consequences, know what i mean?" he said, slowly moving toward me.

And i did. I wanted Rich as much as i wanted air, but i still wanted ohr friendship. No, you don't. You want him, just do it.
"Rich, what are you saying exactly?"

"I'll just show you instead."

And with that, his lips were finally on mine.

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