Have any of you experienced that feeling of contempt knowing that you had a good day yesterday? Well that's what I had felt in my sleep before I was rudely woken up by the banging of a spoon and a pan and someone shouting, "WAKE UP BITCH, YOURE LATE FOR WORK" in your ears. Well that someone is my best friend Tana Clemenceau. The moment she said that I jumped out of bed and rushed to my bathroom. I did my morning routine and picked out my outfit for the day which was a long sleeved red off shoulder shirt with some faded blue jeans, realizing that the jeans were a bit loose at the ankles I fold it up and put on my black patent combat boots.
I leave my hair in its natural state and grab my black handbag before I go downstairs. My movements slowed when I heard Tana talking to herself downstairs. Has she officially lost it. I go to the kitchen and find Jacob playing with Smokey, Tana's puppy. Why is he here i wondered. I give Tana a confused look but before I could say a thing. Tana rushed the both of us to the door with a picnic basket in her hand.
"Have fun on your picnic" she says. Right before she closed the door on us. I turn to look at Jacob. Noticing my confused expression he writes something on his white board. I take a look at it and read.
"Didn't she tell you? I came here yesterday night to ask you out but I met her instead and she told me you'll be up and ready by 9"
"Wait so I'm not actually late to work?"
He shook his head in response.
"Let's just go" I say as I pull his arm to his car. We get in and he starts to drive. As usual, I was at the radio trying to find a some nice songs I know. Holy by Jamila Woods comes on and I sit back ready to sing.
I stop singing to catch some air and realize that I haven't actually checked him out yet. Putain il a l'air bien (damn he looks good) looking like a whole meal in the drivers seat.
He turns to look at me with a smirk making me fully aware that I was a victim of being caught staring. But he's my future husband anyways I have every right to stare at him. I put my elbow on the arm rest and my chin on my hand and stare at him directly. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. He then lets out a little laugh whiles I bat my eyelashes, admiring his beauty.
I could tell this was going to be a long ass journey. But I was prepared.
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The Tales Of A French Woman (HEAVILY EDITING)
Romance"Don't be shy come closer," i whispered in his ear.
