URBAN fiction. A romantic story about starting over again and again, we both know examines the battle of the sexes by asking whether the third time's a charm.
She fiends for me nightly She leans for me Morning, she rush for my touch—jay-z
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SHAI'S curvaceous hips matched the rhythm of the White Suede Alexander Wang Nova Slingback High-Heel Sandal's she wore as she walked in the restaurant. Her now 40-inch jet black tresses were strengthened to perfection draping to her ass complementing her smooth brown skin. Dressed in a gifted vintage VOGUE t-shirt that was printed in red letters. She distressed the shirt herself, pinning the bottom to make a crop top. Her curves filled out a red Givenchy midi pencil skirt. She had the perfect hourglass frame to set everything off.
The intoxicating scent from her Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540 perfume permeated the air. Spotting the group of women seated in the back of the restaurant, Shai made her way towards them and took a seat. "Wow, look who finally made it!" Was the first words that greeted her.
"Sorry, I got held up." She slowly removed her Dior sunglasses. "Hi ladies!"
Various greetings came from the five women at the table. The two other women that joined them today were named Serenity and Mariah.
"I ordered your breakfast for you!" Lala says.
"Thank you so much!" She smiles.
"I'm glad you're here! I thought your ass was somewhere laid under Malik." Deja teases, sipping her third Mimosa so far.
"I wish I was." Shai sighed as she sat her phone on the table and made sure her Hermès Mini Kelly handbag was closed.
"Speaking of your man, what up? Are y'all official yet? I got my cup ready." Lala asked, sipping out of her imaginary teacup. Shai laughed as she watched Deja lean forward with her hands tucked under her chin in preparation for her to spill all of the details about her and Malik. But since the other two women were in attendance, Shai wasn't going to say too much. "Right! Shai's fucking with an almost billionaire and not a NBA bench warmer. Talk about the glow up." Lala squealed. "Stop." Shai laughed, peeping the slight dig at her ex.
"What you mean stop y'all been kicking it for about a month now." Deja reasoned.
"They were all in the blogs spotted trying to be low!" Mariah laughed, "Catch that tea." Deja added. Shai just sat there laughing. "So are y'all going to make this a thing or what?" Lala asked.
"We're still getting to know each other right now," Shai said lowly while biting her lip. She avoided eye contact with the two as they watched her intently.
"Getting to know eachother while fucking?" Lala jokes, making Shai swat at her. "How was I supposed to be celibate laying next to a man that looks like that, huh?"
