Da Truth

Flossy Flossy

July 10th

Bashar was walking the streets of Rome looking real zaddy-ish, you know, looking all Dapper. I was walking with Nicki, and to be honest, if he asks about a date, I will go this time cause it's been long enough.

"Little Lady?" Nicki asked, and that's when I realized she's been talking to me this entire time. "Huh? What?" I asked, and Nicki shook her head. "You trying to go pop, huh?" She asked in a joking manner, and I chuckled.

"Yea, sum like that," I said, nodding, then someone else chuckled. I glared, and It was Kenny. "Whattt?" I asked, and he shook his head like it was nothing. "Let's just go in and sit down in our seats," I said, sounding annoyed as hell.

Eventually, we made it to our seats, and to my surprise, Bashar seat was right next to my assigned seat. Is the universe trying to tell me something? I went to sit down, and soon as I did, Bashar looked at me. I looked his way, and we both smiled at each other. "You look beautiful in blue," Bashar said, looking at me wearing my blue long sleeve floor-length a-line dress.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I said, smirking, then the show was beginning, so I looked forward. Throughout the entire show, Bashar and I socialized. We talked so much that Nicki, Kenny, Bashar, and I decided to leave early.

We went on a double date at some restaurant only Nicki's friend knew the name to.

Next day

We pulled up and got out of the car at the day party. Like always, the photographers began taking photos of us. Once we walked into the room, Bashar quickly pulled me to the side while still holding my hand. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, and I nodded then I kissed him.

"As much as you let the world know you wanted me. I wanna let them know that I'm yours." I said, and he smiled bigger than I've ever seen him smile.

September 15th

Young M.A was throwing a celebrity pool party, and she had invited me. "I don't want you to go!" Bashar said in a stern tone, and I chuckled. "Boy, we've been dating for about two months, chill!" I said, annoyed, and Bashar walked up to me.

He walked me into a corner in my room and put his right arm just above my head. Then he leaned into where we were face to face. My heart started racing cause I was so turned on. He just stared into my eyes for a moment taking me all the way in. Then he leaned in close to my ear. "Baby, lower your tone," Bashar said, and chills were sent throughout my entire body.

"I don't want you to go also get dressed. We're going out to dinner," Bashar said, and I looked at him, confused. We didn't have plans today, or maybe I just didn't have official plans. "Go, get dressed!" He said in a deeper sterner tone, and I nodded as I rolled my eyes.

"Ok," I said, and he gave me the dirtiest look before walking away. "Yes, what?" He asked, and I bit my bottom lip. "Yes, sir," I said, and he smirked.

Dinner

Bashar grabbed my hand, smiling as we walked into the restaurant. "Right this way, Mr. Jackson." the woman said, and his grip on my hand tightened as we followed her. It wasn't too tight, but it was tight enough so that he wouldn't lose me in a crowd.

Once we made it to our private room, Bashar kissed me. Then he pulled my seat out, and I sat down. Soon as Bashar sat down, the waitress came in with champagne and poured our drinks. Once she finished, she sat it down, then walked away without speaking.

"What did you tell them when you called?" I asked, looking at Bashar, and he smirked at me. "Just to treat you how they treat the Queen in the movies but also how the mob boss wife gets treated." He said, and I looked at him. I had to speak fast cause the waitress was about to leave. "May I please get a glass of cold water, no ice?" I asked, looking the girl in her face but she didn't speak.

I looked at her name tag as she was about to leave. "Jessica?" I asked, and she stopped. "You can speak to me," I said, and she nodded as she left the room.

Bashar smirked, and I rolled my eyes. "To be one hunnid with you, this is my restaurant." Bash said, and I smiled cause I was impressed but not too long cause I was still mad at him.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." He said, sounding a little scared. I looked at him and waited for him to speak.

"Hello, Ms. Maraj and Mr. Jackson. Tonight you all are having a four-course meal custom made by Chief Deoria. We will be bringing in the first course in a moment." The man said, and to be honest, I didn't notice when he entered the room. He left as quickly as he came, and I looked at Bashar.

"Well, then you thought of everything, including the creepy butler," I said, sounding impressed but in a sarcastic tone. "Back to the question you wanted to ask," I said, and he nodded while looking into my eyes. "Will you be my sub? I have a contract for you to sign, and we can discuss our likes and dislikes." Bashar asked, and I looked at him, then I smirked.

"Who would've thought that you wanted that kinky life. I wouldn't have thought you liked BDSM." I said, and Bashar smirked as he scooted closer towards me. The rest of the night, we talked about our kink, yes's and no's while we ate.

After having a fabulous four-course meal, we went back to Bashar's house. He still hasn't been inside of my home, but soon he will. "You do know I'm a brat right, so this won't be easy for you?" I asked, and he chuckled. "You do know I wanted you for that specific reason, right?" He asked, and I kissed him as I laid there, ready to fall asleep in his arms.