Pressing Matters

Chapter 18

*Long over due.* 😒

I look at my reflection in my bathroom mirror and smile, I even surprised myself with my own makeup. After all I watch so many beauty channels on YouTube, it's ridiculous. The gold/diamond chained linked studs in my ear shone brightly when I twist my body to admire my outfit. Matthew bought them for me, I'm still saving up to pay him back because God knows it weighs heavily on my soul.

I wanted to dip and get down into some slack grinding tonight but it doesn't seem to be possible. I purse my lips and pull down the black skin tight skirt he bought for me. Again...

It's leather to be exact and his male friend bought the matching tube top that kept my boobs in place, just the right fit.

I've been standing here for about 10 minutes beating with myself if I should go, I looked damn good so that won't be an excuse. I felt nervous especially going out with Matthew, I can just imagine the blogs and fan clubs of his.

Finally having enough of my anxiety, I bent down and take up my black heels.

" You know it's illegal for a woman to be ready before a man..." I lean against his door and knock, he looks up and resumes what he is doing with his hair.

" Yea well... I am a special type." I walk in and take one of his perfume and take a few sprays of it. I'm the type of gal to use more than one perfume whenever I leave my house.

" You look good..." I pat his butt.

" I told you to wake me up nine and now here we are late as fuck... You look gorgeous by the way, might have to bring my gun tonight..." He smirks and stands up straight. He looks like drake, the sexy vampire God from Blade, the movie.

" Thank to you... Besides ain't nobody going to a club before 12am, now stop bitching and let's go take a shot."

" No, remember I'm driving so you can't drink either before we go, all ready to leave?" He looks down on my bare feet and back up to my face. I stick my tongue out.

" We are about to tower over the whole fucking crowd..." I laugh a little bit inside, I am still a little sensitive about my height, I've had enough teasing in high school about being a giraffe.

" I don't care, neither should you when look this fucking irresistible." I watch in the mirror of the elevator as he puts his shoe on.

" Who are you going to stay with? Me or them?"

" Them... If their still there," he had the car brought up from the garage to the front of the building, a man handed the keys to him as he opened the front passenger door for me.

Poor me, I never had experience in entering a car with low suspension in a tight leather skirt. But I did it without flashing anyone my blood red thong.

Arriving at the club was a complete shit show, I wanted to walk half the way because the traffic was insane. This is why a cab ride is always better, when the traffic is becoming impossible, you pay and walk the short distance left.

" Look at that fucking idiot..." I said and sit up as Lamborghini driver besides it was is a good idea to reverse while he is in the middle of it all.

After what felt like hours itching to come out of the car, we got a parking spot a block after the God damn club. I was pissed and words couldn't explain how mad Matthew was. Nevertheless I stroll through the warm night with him, arm in arm up the road towards where we came.

" Get why I said we should have left earlier?..." I avoid his bitching and focused on soothing his nervous with my hand. I cozied up to him to calm him down, trying to get back that party attitude.